Practice – 肉鬆麵包 (Pork Floss Buns)

I’ve been wanting to post for days, but nothing comes to mind. No fantastical dreams, no bread-shaped plants vying for my attention in the rain-sodden yards of my neighborhood.  So I suppose this will be a post of the spontaneous sort, the type where I sit down and write and hope something good comes of…

Yellow – Lemon Meringue Cupcakes

I took a walk on Monday. A long, meandering, aimless walk, long grey cardigan flapping in the breeze and flip flops slapping against the asphalt. There was a yard graced with drooping willows, long branches still bare. Ivy sprawled the yard in tangled slumber. I stopped below the pink-hued magnolia blossoms to admire the peaceful…

Picky – Cookie Butter Banana Brûlée Tart

I like to think of myself as an open-minded and all-inclusive eater. I love kale. No, seriously, I enjoy the taste and texture of raw kale. Can’t get enough of bone marrow. Spicy? Yes please. In another life I would be born Mexican so I could sit at my abuela’s kitchen counter and slurp down…

A New Addiction – Bacon Pancakes with Apple Compote

We’re going to keep it simple today. Watch this video: Did you enjoy it? Good. I did too. I sat on my bed and shrieked with laughter. Then I watched it again. And then I watched it again. And then I texted it to Sophia and when she came over later that week, we watched it…

Proust et Moi – Speculoos Cheesecake

She’s beauty and she’s grace! She’s speculoos cheesecake! You better believe that rhymes. Maybe next time I’ll post some of my high school era poetry to better convince you of my poetic prowess. For today, prose as usual. Any discussion of the powerful connection between food and memory must always include Marcel Proust’s madeleine-induced reverie. For those…

I Am Whale, Hear Me Snore – (Peppermint) Marshmallows

There’s a type of sleep I like to call greedy sleep. Greedy sleep. The kind of sleep that oozes from every pore. Upon waking, you find that your bed has never felt softer, your pillow has never been more welcoming. You sink deeper, a thousand beckoning hands tugging your eyelids back down. It is during…

2016 – Duck Noodle Soup with Crispy Braised Duck Legs

I’m drained from writing this recipe. When I first asked my mom to teach me how to cook, I was a college sophomore to be. It was 2010. I didn’t know how to dice an onion. But that didn’t cross my mind until a few months later, when I was faced with a whole onion…

An Open Letter – Cranberry Pistachio Biscotti

I’ve been quite occupied of late. One of these occupations is my nose, who was once the Imbiber of Intoxicating Scents and Life-Giving Oxygen but has now become the Expeller of Unwanted Viral Invaders. I polished off an entire box of tissues in less than a week. During particularly intense sessions, sometimes it feels like my…

Winter – Pie Redux

Ahh, winter. The season for peppermint-flavored everything, 96.5 KOIT playing Christmas music nonstop, and circling the mall parking lot for half an hour fighting a thousand other angry drivers for parking. The horror of overcrowded shopping malls aside, I like winter. I enjoy justifiably hiding my extra chub under multiple layers of clothing. I secretly…

I Ski – Raspberry Orange Pound Cake

The other day, I found myself chatting with some coworkers about skiing over lunch. There was excitement over the snowpack building up in Tahoe. An amicable snowboarding versus skiing debate. All in all, a safe and banal lunch conversation. Safe and banal because I didn’t regale my new coworkers with tales of my skiing prowess….

Hello – Cranberry Apple Hand Pies

Hello. It’s me. The first time I heard that one song on the radio from that one artist who recently sold over 4 million albums, I switched stations halfway through. Boring. Then I heard it again. And I switched stations. The other station was also playing the same song. Switch. Generic summer pop song fades…

Celebration Cake

I have experienced many a festive occasion in my short life. The time my sister and I got a red and blue kiddie tent for our birthdays, excitedly put it together, flipped it upside down, clambered inside, and pretended we were blasting off in a spaceship. The week in fifth grade that I spent at…