thirtyeight

 Therapy question of the day is: will I ever get better?

What does it mean to get better. Or feel better. Or be better.

How do you know when you're ready to... be... done?

I'm not supposed to know the answer to this, nor am I expecting one.

I don't know.

This is makgeolli with strawberry cheong and it's like summery alcoholic dessert in a jar.

Liban was gracious enough to food style for me after bringing the onion I needed for chana dal.

Delighted to use up the rest of my dal while also pulling out a bunch of my spices - cumin and fennel seeds, garam masala, coriander, tumeric, amchur, asafoetida.

With frozen rice, carrots, and pea shoots from work.

First and failed attempt that ig's darling mini tarte tatins - apricot, ricotta, pistachios, agave.

How do I not completely maul my apricot slices? How do I get the underside of the puffs to be brown and crispy? Well we're certainly going to start this again.

emptied items:

chana dal