[ezcol_1half] I'm stalling on this post, about our trip to Japan, or more accurately, Osaka, Kyoto and Kurokawa. This happens sometimes, either when the trip itself was too brief, or in this case, even with a sufficient duration to ponder, I find the place
Let me cut to the chase with this one. Because along with what has officially come as the "holiday/party season", also came a bubbling frenzy of ideas that harasses my otherwise unambitious nature to just relax through it all. I mean really, really self-tormenting thoughts, such as the fixation on the idea of a Christmas goose (goose!
Yesterday, I spent a good deal of effort in the kitchen, not just on the usual manual labor I do driven by unknown impulses, but on trying to draw the very blurred line on practicality/doability when it comes to home-cooking, which I have slowly come to realize to having a very different definition than the general public. Well, I suspect not having a day-job has something to do with it, but really though, what do people consider worth-the-effort when the grunt work is to be done by their own hands in their own kitchen? Since I have proclaimed to be an extremely biased and unrepresentative judge on such matters, you can understand my mental struggle while I was putting this together yesterday. I mean, there's a reason why the corner of this recipe in Thomas Keller's French Laundry Cookbook has been folded for years without due until yesterday when I was struck by temporary insanity. I thought, who else in their right state of mind would want to do this? The same amount of time and effort spent on slicing potatoes super thin, laminating it with a sprig of herb then baked until golden brown and crispy, is only publicly
(简体)（繁體) I've attempted good-old French fries at home before. Once. And the fact that no song was sung for it in any chapters on this blog, you should know better and NOT to ask what happened. You see, it wasn't that it was inedible. No no no