But maybe "pride" doesn't even begin to summarize the emotions associated with being a member of the fandom. To be a supporter of GOT7 extends past being one of the millions that stand by the edge of the stage, cheering them on solely on the basis of enjoyment; we are best friends.
The kind of friend that joins in on your wildness when it's time to celebrate, but also the friend that provides you with adequate space and cheers you on silently in their own way. I've declared my affection for the group on countless occasions prior, but it remains a fact that "ahgase" is tied closely with a sense of identity and home.
This drought has been a dreadful one, but the amount of content surfacing online has succeeded in bringing about unfathomable joy, illuminating even the most taxing of work days. With the riBBon EP, showcase, and radio/variety segments, BamBam has proven to exceed all expectations with stable vocals, impeccable stage presence, and a diverse assortment of concepts unique to him. Whether upbeat or mid-tempo, his fluency in Korean is undeniable; the incredible clarity in his songs and swift synthesization of vocabulary in his interviews is truly remarkable. Making recurring appearances in all his activities is heartwarming humbleness, unwavering team loyalty, and genuineness - a selfless sheer desire to do well while instilling strength in those that chance across his artistry.
"No! What do you mean you're nobody? You're ahgase. You're something.
The seemingly straightforward response brought tears to my eyes, further leading to rolling bawl. He understands that hardships do not discriminate between time, space, and people. When difficulties emerge, I shall hold this sentence near and dear, for being an ahgase is indicative of potential, power, and competence.
riBBon was a light-hearted track intended for livening up the atmosphere. And, quite frankly, it did just that. Throughout my ten-hour work days - five hours of which were strictly meetings - I played the song and felt immediate uplift in spirits. Tastefully vivid in its execution, BamBam's quirky smile and airy movements further contributed to a sense of liberation.
Look so fine exuded "Open the Door" vibes, but executed in a comparatively cheery manner.
Beyond the sudden, yet profoundly welcome, surge in content, the week comprised primarily of spreadsheets and decidedly mundane meals.
A mint-less, alcohol-free Ribena-Orange mojito was constructed in the later parts of the week.
1) Vanilla Bean Shortbread Cookies from Cooking Tree
Pointers retained from orangecane, I swiftly secured kabocha as part of the week's grocery run. Having voiced concerns over wrist-wracking properties of root vegetables in their raw state, she suggested baking them whole to soften the surface. And, truth be told, it worked! The spotty tough exterior was stripped away with ease, minimal damage inflicted on already fatigued tendons.
Being the first pie to emerge from my kitchen, I hold the Thanksgiving classic near and dear to my heart - er, stomach.
- Cold butter is non-negotiable. While refrigerating your mixing bowl and using ice water can be forgoed with speedy fingers and an air-conditioned environment, preventing butter from melting is crucial in the formation of a flaky crust.
- Blind-bake! When in doubt, it is safer to pre-bake the crust to prevent soggy, disintegrating bottoms.
- Aluminum foil and similar-sized baking pans are the next best pie weights.
- Limit moisture as much as possible, as with pizza toppings
Of course, I began to derail from the prescription at the mention of pecans. The quantity was doubled without a second thought, for I had roasted a substantial amount in preparation. To compensate, molasses was incorporated into the custard mixture for moisture and depth of flavour.