I went deep sea diving in the back of my freezer and found some containers of days past.
Frozen macerated blackberries and mint.
Went into a mason jar with a tad of vermouth, bitters, and lemon club soda to make a not so attractive but decent bevvy for art night.
Frozen unidentified stock.
Went into a pot with sauteed cabbage, tomatoes, and pickled garlic for the start of a noodle soup. And I was met with lovely crabby aromas. Thanks Past Amelia for knowing that I would enjoy this nice surprise at a time when I am desperate for anything seafood, especially shellfish. A dollop of leftover okonomiyaki sauce and a bundle of soba noodles went in at the end. Topped with sesame seeds, scallions from my sad little planter box, and herb salt because I forgot to season throughout *face palm*. And plated in my oversized ramen bowl to give the illusion of comfort fancy.
Frozen macerated blackberries and mint.
Went into a mason jar with a tad of vermouth, bitters, and lemon club soda to make a not so attractive but decent bevvy for art night.
Frozen unidentified stock.
Went into a pot with sauteed cabbage, tomatoes, and pickled garlic for the start of a noodle soup. And I was met with lovely crabby aromas. Thanks Past Amelia for knowing that I would enjoy this nice surprise at a time when I am desperate for anything seafood, especially shellfish. A dollop of leftover okonomiyaki sauce and a bundle of soba noodles went in at the end. Topped with sesame seeds, scallions from my sad little planter box, and herb salt because I forgot to season throughout *face palm*. And plated in my oversized ramen bowl to give the illusion of comfort fancy.
Bonus treats from butter half Joyce today: oolong tea blondies, kimchi cheddar biscuits, spicy chicken fried rice
Oh, also fried a slice of olive sourdough in a layer of pork fat (leftover from frying mushroom buns), and the bread basically sponged it all up and become an oily golden brown toasty vehicle for clogging all my remaining arteries. Fucking yes.
Oh, also fried a slice of olive sourdough in a layer of pork fat (leftover from frying mushroom buns), and the bread basically sponged it all up and become an oily golden brown toasty vehicle for clogging all my remaining arteries. Fucking yes.
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