CRANBERRY VIENNESE SANDWICH CREAMS

The crochet side-pate is from Dishes Only. THEY ARE THE COOKIE-VERSION OF A FEEL-GOOD MOVIE, EMOTIONALLY EQUIVALENT TO A BOX OF GOLDEN TWIN-PUPPIES EACH HUGGING A HAPPY GIGGLE. [ezcol_2third] [/ezcol_2third][ezcol_1third_end] This is what I've been busy with for the past 7 days, recreating Mark & Spencer's Viennese raspberry sandwich creams.  What does that say about me, spending 84 hours scrutinizing a processed junk-food from a super chainstore, I don't know.  But I had to make it. If you ever had childhood experience of reaching into a tin-box, and sneaking one of those buttery nuggets of vanilla cookies into your mouth as your first memory of pure foodgasm, then I guess, you can sort of understand.  But this, this is better, upgraded.  You can either go to your nearest M&S to see for yourself, or you can stay here and do it at home.  But how I got here, however unexpectedly long it took, was no vanilla road.  Checking out all the trusted recipes that were already out there, which, affirmingly, were all very similar to one another, let's just say that I thought it was gonna be easy.  If they all agreed on it, it must work fine, right?  Humppphhh

MONDAY BLUE-BERRY OATMEAL COOKIE

[ezcol_1third] DOES IT SOUND LIKE A GOOD TIME TO FLUFF IT? I have been told multiple times, by a number of highly credible professionals other than real doctors, that I present troubling signs of minor depression. Do I? I sleep.  I sleep for a staggering number of hours each day and struggle every morning day for reasons not to add a couple more.  But I wonder, perhaps even argue if a real depressed individual would be emotionally capable of the kind of trust and intimacy I share with my dog-hair-embroidered blanket?  I also distract myself from my wild discontent in life with the soothing and gentle comfort

SELL OUT

I recently landed in a couple of situations where I had to articulate the idea of my blog, a sales-pitch so to speak. The effort quickly brought brightened realizations to myself that whatever effort I made to explain the original vision or benchmark that I set out for when I started doing this, is now tainted with contradictions. A derailment, so to speak. As an Asian with a defining family food-culture to grow up on, who then spent her life 50/50 in North America and Asia, it was easy

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