"We can do Up Up Down Downs aka High-Low Planks."
"Ok."
"How many reps?" I added, "I die at 10."
"Then let's do 20."
"Ok."
"How many reps?" I added, "I die at 10."
"Then let's do 20."
Embarking on the second week of quarantine wfh, I was determined to set the tone right. Despite emails flying in and out at all times of the day, I took it upon myself to resume regular routine, just as I would on any other day of the work week.
Lunch would be consumed between the hours of 12 PM and 1 PM, while workouts could take place between 4 PM and 5 PM. Snacking would be permitted between the hours of 2 PM and 3 PM, if utterly necessary.
And on days where cravings were strong, I'd honour them. Because maintaining sanity is just about as vital as economic stability and physical wellbeing during these dreary, stifling times.
Lunch would be consumed between the hours of 12 PM and 1 PM, while workouts could take place between 4 PM and 5 PM. Snacking would be permitted between the hours of 2 PM and 3 PM, if utterly necessary.
And on days where cravings were strong, I'd honour them. Because maintaining sanity is just about as vital as economic stability and physical wellbeing during these dreary, stifling times.
My heart yearned for sushi and CoCo, thus I set out to attain both following a damp day of unexpected March snowfall.
Two doors down from the closest CoCo was Sushi Park, a tiny but mighty family-operated shop that had been operating for years beyond the bubble tea shop's arrival. A quick search revealed that it was maintaining regular business hours; a single phone call later and I was on my way for Bulgogi, Shrimp Tempura, and an assortment of maki rolls.
Two doors down from the closest CoCo was Sushi Park, a tiny but mighty family-operated shop that had been operating for years beyond the bubble tea shop's arrival. A quick search revealed that it was maintaining regular business hours; a single phone call later and I was on my way for Bulgogi, Shrimp Tempura, and an assortment of maki rolls.
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Deluxe Sashimi was the priciest item of the order at $16.99, yet, regrettably, also the most disappointing. Fooled we were by the rigid cuts of despair, in all their saturated ploy. Shrimp Tempura was not far behind in terms of ratings; though not tasted, lukewarm responses stemmed from the strangely tawny beige pieces.
The Dragon Roll earned the greatest praise, spanning a profile of sweet and savoury. The Bulgogi set was quite balanced as well, given the inclusion of short-grain Japanese rice and a small side salad. At a mere $5.95, one couldn't go wrong with a set of California Rolls either.
As for the Miso Soup, there was little that could be said beyond "monosodium glutamate". Redeeming aspects were properly pickled pink ginger and smooth squirts of wasabi.
The Dragon Roll earned the greatest praise, spanning a profile of sweet and savoury. The Bulgogi set was quite balanced as well, given the inclusion of short-grain Japanese rice and a small side salad. At a mere $5.95, one couldn't go wrong with a set of California Rolls either.
As for the Miso Soup, there was little that could be said beyond "monosodium glutamate". Redeeming aspects were properly pickled pink ginger and smooth squirts of wasabi.
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It goes without saying that more baking took place. Uncovered throughout the week were: the best Banana Bread formula on the planet, Thai Milk tea, and failed-croissant-dough-turned-turnovers.
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orangecane is not wrong in her declarations: "The divine ruler of the kitchen" indeed.
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Retail stores were also quick to react by offering free nation-wide shipping to combat losses in sales. My beloved Peru blend arrived on my doorstep just a few days after order placement. Restored is the ability to craft an unparalleled cup of cold brew! All hail Bridgehead!
Taking inspiration from a too-tedious recipe for stuffed matcha cookies, I invented my own snowball-sized edition using my tried-and-true sugar cookie adaptation. Due to an excess of baking powder though, the desired degree of spread had failted to be reached. As such, the recipe shall remain classified until sufficient wow factor is delivered.
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Dalgona Coffee was a trend that surfaced several times on my feed during this period of quarantine. I hadn't paid it much attention until orangecane took matters into her own hands. Recreated in its spectacular glossy glamour was the frothy, caramel-tinged potion.
I attempted a first run with Maxwell House's Mellow Roast. The result was a dismal, sticky mess possessing unbearable acidity and absolute absence of aromatic attributes.
Lo and behold, UCC's 114 blend stared at me during my next grocery run. Without much thought, I grabbed the last jar off the shelf.
The next morning, a foamy, delicious Dalgona Coffee welcomed me into the world.
Now, the question begs: hot or cold? That's for you to decide.
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