April 23, 2020
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Flatten the curve (bird)
[ezcol_1fifth]-[/ezcol_1fifth] [ezcol_3fifth] " In this climate where any certainty is elusive at best, I can promise you this
October 8, 2015
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CRUSTY RADISH DUMPLINGS FOR MY DUMPLING
[ezcol_1half] MY DUMPLING COMES WITH AN EXTRA DISK OF SALTY, CRACKLING, DRAMATIC BUT ALSO DELICATE PERSONALITY. IT MIGHT NOT BE FOR EVERYONE WHO LIKE SMOOTH RIDES, BUT IT'S MY DUMPLING AND I LIKE IT EXACTLY THE WAY IT IS. [/ezcol_1half] [ezcol_1half_end] I've always liked western funerals. Or to be more specific, I've always liked the meal that takes place afterwards. The kind of
March 9, 2015
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THIN AND CHEWY DATES AND RUM COOKIES
DENSE AND CHEWY AND BORDERLINE STICKY [ezcol_1third] Sometimes, I feel, if a recipe could talk
August 21, 2013
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corn and seaweed tempura popper
Before talking corny, you know how sometimes when parents, despite their best intentions no doubt, can suffocate us with all their unnecessary concerns followed by
April 10, 2013
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Loser double fennel potstickers
Being competitive has never been part of my persona. It isn't one of the virtues of being a quitter, which I like to use as the reason I was never good at sports and why until this very day, I still cannot technically swim (but I float professionally). It's not that I'm not into winning but just that I don't like to be proven losing. I'm a walking cliche. But recently I have been braving the turbulent water for the love of my new favorite website and the recipe contest they throw every two weeks. I entered two contests thus far and both didn't even make it to the final rounds, which theoretically would have put my mind into the same state of a cautious clam who just got firmly tapped on its head. But instead I reached a new understanding about being a loser. The trick to losing is
August 5, 2012
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Salty Crispy Poppers
(简体)（繁體） Once upon a time in a land far far away, there lived a young girl. Everyday after school, she took the same road home, wearing her same brown shoes, humming the same little song. One afternoon just like the day before, she passed by the usual food stall on the way, but felt unusually hungry. She realized that she forgot to eat lunch because she was probably too busy chasing boys during lunch break. Remembering what her mother had always warned her about the forbidden street snack, she reached for the changes in her pocket and hesitated. An old, wrinkly lady behind a huge wok of boiling grease smiled at her and said, "Hi there, little one. Would you like to have some Salty-crispy chicken? Oh they are awfully delicious." The little girl pondered about all those stories her mother had told her. Stories about little children who disobeyed their parents' warning and ate the forbidden street snacks. Stories about the horrible things that happened to them afterwards