The dangers had not been cleared away in their entirety, for while major streets had been mostly cleared, lanes were reduced tremendously and plaza parking lots remained inaccessible. Extra caution was exercised to navigate safely within the plaza and back onto arterials.
I remained within, observing all from my ever-consistent, second-floor window.
- Incorporation of one whole egg, in hopes of greater structural integrity
- Swapping of oil-butter mixture for melted butter
- Swapping of whole wheat and all-purpose flour blend to entirely all-purpose
- Addition of nutmeg
I had contemplated intensely about the egg, and whether it should be added whole or purely in white. Ultimately, I settled for the former, as troubleshooting is an iterative process. The batter was instantly thicker and tackier than before, resulting in a rather stiff mixture for spreading.
It emerged golden at its surface with an unset, chocolatey centre. After letting cool completely, ten small squares were derived.
No longer was the resulting product friable and reeking of grease. That said, it was also no longer a "bar" by any general definition. The base layer was softer than its predecessor - spongy, cakey, and, frankly, too tall for classification as a bar. The satisfying crunch had disappeared, and with it the savoury touch contributed by coarse salt.
Side Launch's Coffee Lager was disappointingly mediocre, evoking neither essences of vanilla nor coffee. On the other hand, Cameron's Wheat was interestingly fruity for an unfiltered brew, adopting a refreshing twist to the typically too-"bready" style.
Hue indicative of richly flavoured, berry-infused concoction, my anticipations were massive. But, as I had recalled too late, the higher the expectation, the greater the disappointment. Albeit the distinctly sweet aromas of berries filling the air, the difference in profile was subtle. Overly bubbly it was not, though neither was it potent. It could easily be depicted as a watered down variation of Ribena and Perrier, constructed by an amateur barista who hadn't yet familiarized oneself with ratio and proportion.
But when was I ever a Pantone devotee? Black is worn year-round with zero apologies.
On my radar for the past few weeks was BamBam's second solo EP, "B", titled with Slow Mo and prefaced by Who Are You.
Set design and attire are once again fantasical and vibrant, yet the aura exceeded by Slow Mo offers great contrast to riBBon's upbeat tempo. A slow melody showcasing structured beats establishes a soothing tone and sense of cohesiveness with the album's other tracks, including the dark, contemporary Who Are You collaboration with Red Velvet's Seulgi.
Many have professed preference for his earlier album, though I stand ground that B is a more mature sound. It's the album I'd like most during early periods of the morning (think: brewing coffee in preparation for the upcoming work day) or at the conclusion of a strenous course of events to decompress. Most memorable for me is undeniably Let Me Let Love You. From an ahgase's perspective, it is the best form of consolation - a medium by which both gratitude and comfort can be transmitted, regardless of the recipient's position in time and space. As much as it serves to reassure, the track induces empowerment, strength to continue with confident strides forward.
With whimsy and multifaceted capabilities, BamBam has once again established himself as the most versatile of artists globally.
The song is centred about time travel and incorporates just the right amount of charisma and neo-street influence. It is neither too dark nor too vivid, with an addictive chorus and comparatively complex choreography. With Seungwoo's absence, I found Sejun assigned to handle majority of the vocals alongside Seungsik. He has always fascinated me with his presence, but this comeback only furthered my appreciation and affection.
Grounds for differentiation from VICTON's previous releases extends beyond the alternate arrangement of vocal parts and into more group-oriented formations - a style demonstrated flawlessly by GOT7 countless times. Chronograph, in particular, gives subtle reminders of Look and Last Piece, prompting nostalgia and delight.
I shall declare Chronograph as my first choreography challenge upon ankle recovery!
Frankly, I hadn't expected liking Last Breath as much as I did. I also didn't expect to enjoy My Life even more. The enunciation is precise and clear, and the lyrics truly hit home. Despite the chaos that swells on the daily, we ought be reflective for the actions executed. As much as it is important to be considerate, My Life reminds us that we should ultimately be living for ourselves, that no decision should be made without consideration of oneself and his or her happiness.
I found contentment in pairing the savoury kimchi with plump grains of starchy white rice, and again in the tender slices of bossam. For consumption could occur only within a vehicle - we are amidst lockdown restrictions after all - the "messier" items were left untouched. This included the condiments for bossam and kalguksu broth, which had been doubly sealed in a plastic bag fitted within a styrofoam container. The noodles, while springy, were coated in a peppery sheen. Later exploration of meal would unveil a bland, watery broth and stiff sticks of raw cucumber and carrot. Service amicability, or lack thereof, remained consistent with the tip-inclusive, dine-in adventure.