So I guess we're here for another month. Whelp.
How many more food projects can I squeeze in? How many socially distanced picnics am I going to start justifying? How many birthdays and graduations can I celebrate from afar? Just how uselessly useless can I feel at work? Stay tuned. Because there's nothing else you can do anyways.
Started the morning off right with a dessert platter breakfast in bed.
Brownies are truly one of the few treats that gets better over time. Earl grey muffin from Emily. Coffee frangipane milk loaf from Joyce.
Breakfast for lunch was a discard pancake fried over egg.
I used so much leftover canned sardine oil that the egg + pancake was basically deep fried. And I used so much discard that I had to keep tucking raw batter around the edges to cook through and accidentally form these fluffy layers. Topped with pickled garlic, more scallions, and chili oil.
It was about 1440 when I was hungry for dinner... so I thought I might as well start preparing something a bit time consuming. Like some roti with Mandy as my guide. Such silky satisfying dough blankets.
That I filled with half salted egg yolk shavings and half leftover curry kabocha mix.
Working out the best cook method with a cast iron and parchment paper was a bit of a challenge, so the first one shattered like chips. Which incidentally ended up being exactly right because 1) I was craving crispy crunchy snacks and 2) it was excellent dipped into the rest of the squash mix, which I quickly fried in butter, like chips.
The second guy was chewier but lost some of his layers toward the center.
I figured out the best cook method by the third and fourth guys and reminded myself that roti was really meant to be torn, not cut.
It was missing a dipping sauce I was too lazy to make - so I microwaved some miso bechamel + peanut butter + red curry paste + chili oil for a thicc dip. It just lacked coconut milk because my brain/tastebuds associate roti with coconut.
And I clocked out at 1900ish? So basically, I timed that perfectly.
Also, I'm into this lighting + cutting board that feels like I was rolling out dough in a poor provincial town.
*cue Amelia looking up and singing along with Beauty and the Beast songs before bed*
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