To merely be alive, healthy and breathing, is a blessing in itself, yet time and time again am I reminded of innate human greed. For what reason(s) does a hollow longing draw benefit? Why is reality so clear, and so obscure at the same time?
My body regrets engaging in the arduous manual labour, with sprained wrists and and aching muscles reminding me of my physical limitations. However, avoidance is not an option, especially not when access to food is on the line. It is with gratefulness that I regard the climate thus far, for any conditions above -30 degrees is a delight to my cracking fingers.
1) Steamed Taro and Black Sesame Buns
Omitting chili powder and red pepper flakes for a milder mix of garlic powder, ginger powder, and paprika ensured a consumption process free of runny noses.
Crafted from the three quarters of the remaining dozen of eggs was an easy frittata, wherein my signature scramble-steam method ensured doneness while granting time for dish-doing. Those less keen on a brown bottom have the option of baking the assemblage, which offers a silkier consistency, albeit lengthier overall cooking time
Since having gushed over the simplicity and non-scale-demanding qualities of granola, I took to revisiting my "recipe" in hopes of providing guidance to the comparatively less kitchen-intuitive. But of course, I'd prefer to get away with approximations if at all possible, judging quantities relative to the size of the mixing apparatus; it reduces preparation time significantly, enabling greater production rates.
- None for a crumbly, greasy mess
- One for crunchy bits intended for yogurt topping
- Two for satisfying snacking shards also great for yogurt topping
- Three for portable pieces akin to granola bars; softer due to protein increase and moisture content, hence less ideal for topping and more susceptible to burning. (Bake at 325 F for 35-40 minutes, or 350 F for 25-30 minutes.)
Since prior to Chinese New Year, I've been meaning to take a stab at traditional almond cookies. However, since our home celebrations saw more sustenance than anticipated, it was in the best interests of all that this venture be postponed.
Both the Kimchi BokeumBap and Bulgogi were neatly secured with a spill-proof seal, similar to Go Topoki once upon a time. Upon unveiling the item that spurred the excursion, I was welcomed by the sight of a perfectly runny sunny-side-up. There was no laver, but nonetheless succeeded in curbing my innermost carby desires. Tender was the bulgogi, with an adequate portion of flat rice cakes and glass noodles to balance.