"What's wrong with that?" I inquired back. "Would it make more sense to invest time into getting a variable result? That's just a waste of energy and effort."
"Sometimes you do things for the process. 'Just because.'"
Naturally, I struggled to understand how certain actions could be undertaken on a "just because" basis. One of this society's biggest mysteries are those that live to escape hardship, brazenly flaunting the grand privilege of living according to their own schedule, their own funds, and their own energy reserve without making tangible contributions.
Ruthlessly served a dose of reality in my own endeavours this week, I learned of the need to realign my process with the desired goal in mind. Drowning immediate woes in hot chocolate and the comfort of furry friends, I began to devise the next order of action.
Feedback is seldom easy on the ears, yet always contributes to positive character development, should one allow constructive criticism to serve as motivation rather than a challenge of ego and pride.
CoCo's Passionfruit Slush with Honey Jelly was delivered by the sleepy polar bear upon my request. The beverage was, thankfully, not icy enough to induce brain freeze and also delightfully reminiscent of fruit gummy candies, albeit on the stingy side of passionfruit seed inclusion.
The recipe started with the flour-batter method, in which butter was first creamed with sugars, then evenly mixed with flour. From this point, three eggs would be added in, one by one to prevent the batter from splitting.
Instead of combining purely white chocolate and neutral oil (coconut oil does not exist in our household), I opted to include a few teaspoons of Paragon's baking earl grey to lessen the sweetness factor. 167 g of an expired Baker's white chocolate bar was melted, a lower amount than the specified 250 g as Sunday's recipes usually anticipate a conservative amount for glazing and filling, and I did not wish to have leftovers. The quantity of oil was scaled down accordingly.
Despite having reduced the chocolate, a good amount of leftover glaze resulted. That said, this may have been owed to my use of a thinner coating versus Sunday's reference video. The glaze required 1.5 to 2 hours to fully harden, though, being impatient, I cut two slices prematurely. Ideally, the glaze would be crisp, restoring a crunchy edge to the top of each slice.
Be wary of exposed chill time, as refrigeration beyond four hours can lead to cracking due to moisture loss. Microwaving for ten seconds ensures a plush pound cake slice and slightly more malleable glaze.
To combat fatigue experienced throughout the morning, I debated venturing south towards the Farm Boy building for coffee from the kiosk outside of west elm. However, I simply couldn't shake the thought of a pending trim. Split ends and bangs in the eyes had been a vexing sight for days, and I was about a few hours from reaching for the scissors and making yet another grave mistake.
Despite failing to secure a booking via their website, I proceeded to try my luck anyway. "Walk-ins welcome" the door had read.
I was greeted the moment I entered in by a lady sporting a sharp bob and lengthy, pointed nails. She was dressed fashionably in a white turtleneck layered underneath a denim dress, pairing the ensemble with knee socks and tall boots. Stating my case, I inquired whether any appointments were available within the next hour. She examined the schedule quickly, then pointed towards the next appointment, which was booked for 1:45 PM. My initial understanding was that I'd need to wait until then, but, after some clarification, it was understood that a trim could be squeezed into the next thirty minutes, as long as I didn't mind a potential wait toward the end of the visit while the next client settled in. Naturally, I understood these terms
For the first time in my salon adventures, I was not asked about the water temperature. Coldish water flooded into my ears on several occasions, though discharged easily enough after regaining an upright position. Due to time constraints, the stylist asked for acceptance for eliminating a scalp massage from the hairwashing phase, to which I responded with understanding.
Leading me over to one of the salon chairs, I caught sight of the Wi-Fi password and promptly reached for my device. The second observation was the stylist's name card: "Ruby". Though, it was later revealed that all matters beyond the salon would be associated with her legal Korean name.
While discussing music preferences of late, she expressed suddenly falling for NewJeans' OMG and even learning the choreography, to which I suggested dancing together afterwards, should time permit (it didn't). My mention of XG led to her requesting the receptionist to play Mascara, then Left Right. Amusingly, her Korean sounded more playful, while her English more laidback, almost dancer-esque.
When asked to trim the bangs, she responded with utmost hesitation, repeatedly inquiring, "Are you sure?". After pointing out that they were, in fact, at brow level already, I agreed to leave them as is. Phew. she (and the sleepy polar bear) must have breathed a sigh of relief.
Styling the ends with a bouncy curl, my now-shorter hair appeared voluminous despite loss of length. Feeling invigorated, I happily retraced my steps southward.
Dashi packs were upwards of ten dollars, leading me to reconsider prioritizing convenience over price. The same shocking revelations were made towards miso ($9.99) and doenjang concentrate packs ($2 per pouch). In contrast, prepared food items ranging from kimbap to chicken tenders to doshirak boxes were quite affordable, exceeding no more than $15.
The "sweet twist donut", as it was labelled, was far tastier than expected. Crunchy on the outside yet spongy and airy on the inside, it was superior to the doughy, greasy version from World on Yonge.
In response to an open request for help, the sleepy polar bear appeared and worked alongside me in order to clear the weighty masses. Witnessing the slick surface of asphalt was our eventual reward.
My route would commence in downtown Oakville, with the first stop being allocated for mochi donuts.
The sleepy polar bear also noted feelings of satiation and discomfort following consumption, which apparently had also been experienced after Isabella's - all of which were atrociously sweet, mind you.