THE EGG YOU DIDN’T KNOW YOU NEED – PART I, CARBONARA 2.0

[ezcol_1third] I understand what it's like.  It's totally okay.  Happens to everyone. We venture into unfamiliar, "exotic" markets coming from strange corners of the world, seeing bewildering ingredients for the very first time of our small existence, feeling intrigued, curious, excited even, and then at the end of a good thorough lap we walk out of the markets with our sparkly eyes wide open and our shopping bags, utterly empty.  Hey, I do it all the time, like last week in an Indonesian grocery store, and then again yesterday in this "sports goods" shop?  It's no fault of our own, actually if anything, only human nature, to take caution with unfamiliarities.  It's survival instinct 101.  As far as I know, no one has ever died from tomato sauce in a jar or freezer-section pizzas, right?  I guess I'm just trying to say, I can relate. [/ezcol_1third] [ezcol_1third] NESTED WITHIN, IS A JEWEL, DENSE AND COMPRESSED WITH THE ESSENCE OF ITSELF, HIDDEN TO BE EXCAVATED FROM THE BLACK SALTED EARTH A RED DIAMOND [/ezcol_1third] [ezcol_1third_end] But growing up from two distinctively different backgrounds and cultures also means that, I too, relate to the other side, perhaps from your perspective, the scary side, the side that is teeming with strange and unfamiliar ingredients, flying pig-parts

Cured Roe aka Botargo

(简体)(繁體) My fabulous friend Sharon recently opened a fabulous wine bar in Taipei called Whinos, and I had the pleasure of visiting her awesome little space the last time I was around and needless to say, it was FABULOUS!  It is chic but warm, cool but inviting, intimate and private but bubbling with mingling chatters.  It was everything I look for in a little-spot-to-call-your-own that's tucked in a city corner, and I'm totally envious happy for her.  You know how sometimes you hold a little dream but not-you, instead a friend who obviously has more guts and awesomeness to pull it off before you did, and you couldn't help but feeling overwhelmed with envy best wishes for them?  That's how I feel.  My utter jealousy happiness for her total fabulous-ness. So please apply a grain of tolerance for me at the fact that when she asked me out of POLITENESS (knowing that I cook and all

Octopus 8/2

(简体)(繁體) HuuuuuGE~!  And, no.  I couldn't help it.  I know I'm supposed to be nurturing baby tartlets, or summer fruitcakes, or at least an icy cocktail because that's just the kind of things people like to lust over this time of the year.  Not some giant 8-legged sea monster that they rather watch strangling the Empire State Building, than laying dead in their kitchen sink.  But, no.  I.  Just.  COULDN'T.  Help it.  Have you ever tasted a great octopus?  If pure culinary bliss doesn't do the trick, let me appeal to sentiments.  This beauty instantly brings me back to my fond memories of that wonderful and sunny day in Nice, when Jason found a specialty food shop that gave us the most succulent marinated octopus to snack with on the way strolling back to the hotel.  And I thought to myself, "Nevermind craving this back home because I would NEVER find a quality, freshly octopus

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