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  • Culinary Adventure: It’s the Rockies but make it British. But also Welsh-Style. My style. And if you want sweets – you should make them. [I’ve been challenged, let us continue.]

    September 24th, 2024

    Hey there people of lan del o all the places of the mundo.

    It’s 2am.

    I technically didn’t write yesterday. Simple meals. Creative? Sorta.

    Leftover rations/portions. Let’s be real, I treat em the same. Be military about it. Or realistic. Have you been poor in ramen noodles? I prefer broth. And life has been seasoned since.

    (I like both and the good ramen is under the desk. Many y varieties. Do both.)

    The Mentalities.

    mediocre.as.fuck is my evolution power currently. Chosen.

    oh humble pioneer of the autumn harvest. aubergine arbknuckle artichoke archduke. those are british words. yorkshire pudding to figgy and starry pie for all I hate. ( I like it. quite actually. )

    Gefilte Fish and Chick Peas for Season.

    The Metal Shakeroo(a) held hot coffee. One tea bag scrunched the last o the tetmunchiewunchers. We know what we mean. Tea!

    Coffee in the cake.

    I wish for crumb cake one day but alas I’d have to bake more cake.

    Make it near secret.

    And cinnamon syrup sugar will waft your entire being.

    And the meal will be eaten served from mini cast iron pan and the mini cast iron pan will be the vestibules for leftovers + mash.

    The regular served on pretty “I’m poor.” {+Welsh.} Milano Glass. Never Fail me in your blues Again.

    sneaky sneaky chickpeas

    Rations. They were right there.

    I,

    This is uh, a bullshit meal of mine to eat healthy.

    Which I didn’t think I was gonna post until I baked.

    Challenged.

    You’re hormonal. You’re defeated. You’re feeling mundane and mostly silent to very cuddly then asleep? Bitching about chocolate, soda, crunchy things.. “you don’t need deli. Go Bake It.”

    Old Arguments.

    So far in the game, the cellular structure of my soul and my soul’s paradigm to identity like an alternate-dimension and every one thus forth – gets angry as fuck.

    Everyone knows about bakers that stick fingers in pies and wipe the frosting border off.

    I grew up on pastry dough and zucchini bread.

    Lobster Tails and Sogligarltettelle were the easy stuff. HomeyHoney stuff. (local spelling btw on the pastry –  America simplifies in excess [the spelling in articles about Italians. Uvula is for Ugulating. Not with ya teeth now ๐Ÿ“ป๐ŸŽž๏ธ๐Ÿ“ฝ๏ธ๐ŸŽง๐ŸŽค๐Ÿ‘บ (whatever uncle of some sort I’m not related to that’s holds that face 72% of the time is who I think of in a wondrous illusion of beige, tuapes, browns, and orange + yellow yum for fun. Saying that. Specific then it turns to The Conjuring 2 in my mind and I distance myself. Scaries in September. No movies yet. Just Haunted Episodes Only. Choose them to come up in the lineup. Spook yourself in 4 and a-Half Hours. The Blood Bender Episode. I made that shit. Imagine the paranormal shhhieetteee. Ya know bruheth.

    elk. one step away from rocky oysters and a night drifted in a course of sludging through green beer bottles on the way to the pissing shack outside bc someone broke the toilet with a sledgehammer redoing the wiring again.

    I toldeth thee we would touch on RckyMtnCore. Geezercore was identified and established in my personal lore of writing withing this there thang o an establishment [in tagz.]. Therefore; Descendents Haircut + My Middle School Glasses.

    We all know these guys.

    Make them melt into softies with cinnamon smell.

    They always choose cinnamon buns and I go chocolate croissant or scone.

    Do you ever feel like -Ultra-Adult-I-Am-TheMature+Y+GrownUp+One_Here. when you order a Cranberry Orange Scone. AND EAT THE WHOLE THING!?!??!!?! ๐Ÿ˜ต๐Ÿ˜ซ๐Ÿ˜ฎ๐Ÿ˜ฏ๐Ÿ˜ฒ๐Ÿคฏ๐Ÿซค๐Ÿซฅ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿป this is for you, the garlique-hummustoned in my life ๐Ÿ’•๐Ÿฉท๐Ÿซถ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ–ค๐ŸฆŸ. Cuteness and alllll, ahwwwhhh shucks โ˜บ๏ธโ˜บ๏ธ.

    I’m getting to the dessert part and why I talked about Scones.

    She gots oil. A can of chickpeas with zhe favra juice. If it ain’t broth. Do et.

    Cabbage Root stem shred with big ass sharp ass knife. 10″ Chef Knife is my Choice.

    You can do paring knife and that’s what I recommend.

    Mature Gal Pants N ALL.

    [It’s 2:32am. Don’t except Sincerity. Expect Irony.]

    Y Sarcasm.

    Don’t ask Why.

    I keep bringing extra silverware bc I don’t like to reuse em and always feel gross.

    Feels like eating of disposable chopsticks and there’s chicken sticky sauce still on em. Esuaheyauewewwew ๐Ÿคข๐Ÿ‘บ๐Ÿ‘ปโ˜ ๏ธ make me nauseous.

    Don’t like me food touching.

    Compartment Random tune of Italian family restaurants in chainidanglynways from a machine I acted for as a kid. I will never forget you scene.

    “No I prepared this for —!! He likes all his food to touch! Ya gotta get the sides congealed up in there into a singular new dish!!” Every Borderline Absolved Individuality..!!” A Mixed Dish, in-tself!!””* *”Wondrous Upon Accord Of All Virtue And Food Being Eaten Separately..!!” ‘Bodaciously Absolved Of All Singularity. Capitalized In All Our Pronunciation “”LIKE OUR WORDS ‘LIKEN OUR WORDS BROTHER-INDEED! ]]]. And I like lowkey pissed myself laughing at the catering table trying to make chocolate covered strawberry creations and cutie-kawaii foods to hand out.. we couldn’t stop remixing the scene. Legend… Where is that guy now?

    I just think of anyone who’s been on Children’s Hospital and Hot Tub Time Machine and somewhere in a supporting crew… I’ve found you toupee’d anonymous man to fuck around but incredible actor. Thank God. You were Italian! “And Portuguese!” ‘Not portugueasewea?’ “Not that Many Vowels *๐Ÿ˜smirking-in๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿ€* ” ‘My Italian Name ends in an O.’

    “Lord Be.”

    Gave me a hug. Known him ever since. This is for you angry-hoodie-hunting-baboon ๐Ÿ™ˆ๐Ÿ‘ฝ๐Ÿค–๐ŸŒ›๐Ÿ™€๐Ÿฆ ๐Ÿซถ๐Ÿผ (they have different tastes.} Elk Sucks. It’s Gamey AF. NO THE HELL IT’S NOT.

    And that’s an Example)) of Doublethink.

    Lets Get Orwellian about it.

    Tableside.

    Everything Sexier When It’s Tableside.

    Caesar Salad.

    At least he’d catch the anchovies and cure them himself.

    The Croutons Guy.

    I love being an old woman passing the test every time a dude gets me to try fine-dining and old shit out the can fooddens.

    Bitch.

    I’ll make it for ya

    I’ll get it to it one day.

    [ยง[The (blind.as.hell.) Treasure Hunt Awaits for Ingredients ๐Ÿ˜ˆ.]ยง]

    It’s overcooked!

    And seeing people spit out raw ingredients always makes me think of dude who spent too much on champagne to starve and end up getting mc-dont-textmewhenidrop-you

    Late Nite Eats.

    Or just lead on.

    But damn I eat the food shit and it happens to me..

    Where’s the saving grace?

    I cook.

    Greatness or Not.

    I got pics ๐Ÿ“ธ.

    Stickers, Huh.

    ?

    Healthy!

    So I didn’t do shit. Slice garlic cloves pre-peeled *spppannishhhh*๐ŸŒŠ๐Ÿฌ*eyeyheyeehhee*

    Then the Cabbage Root Stem Hunks y Shavings *kooreehheaaaaa* then the can o chickpeas with zhe favra juice the whole mf can *habHibbiiiitii* then elk steaks *yeeehhyawwhewwhaut* steak medallion. Tenderloin ๐Ÿ˜ my bby luuuhh me. You thought I was gonna use it all for Tartare and Tartare Shumai? Not quite.

    2 more for funsies.

    I was like. It’s special so I should sear them.

    Then it was gonna be a microwave mashed potato and Air-fryer recipe. Then no potatoes but a gross split one and waterbug stress danced and sprinted like “dHonTTT EatTIteManeeeE* odd smells from this poor rotten potatoes for the water bugs.. ๐ŸŽŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿชฉ๐Ÿช…๐Ÿช”๐ŸŽˆ๐ŸŽ‚๐ŸŽ€๐ŸŽ๐Ÿงจ๐ŸŽ‡๐ŸŽ†๐ŸŽŠ๐ŸŽ‰๐ŸŽ‹๐ŸŽƒ dats how waterbugs be doing it up in      somewhere magneine.

    …

    So I literally just had the 3 bites of Elk Tartare I had mentioned in previous writing. I just put salt on the previous veg and then topped the elk steaks on top. They were marinated and tenderized flat some with a knife (hey that rhymed! โ˜บ๏ธ๐Ÿฅณ) and massaged with lemon juice and salt and hot mustard powder.

    And and.

    (tired now damn it takes forever to write this. I didn’t take much pics. But it’s nice for it to be life and not artsy writing-writing. Ramblings

    Great for The Digital Dinner-Countertop to Eat Food Discussed, Standing.

    I poured the Tartare with all dayat good flavor and lemon meat rind and onion-curey rich taste and hot mustard and apple cider vinegar. 3 Days. Delicious 3 smallsmall pinches to taste this afternoon when I was getting around to making coffee (waking up in the afternoon and deciding not to rush awake bc if I’m out by 3am I’m usually up about 7:14am. Cycles + Habitual Rituals. Make every morning eating watermelon slices + salt for vengeance watching late nite bizarre episodes. Love it. Nostalgia + Quantities. I finally learned hygge.)

    Now I know it well.

    Well Enough, and on my own have been pursuing pushing my creativity. Stop researching directions or “recipe-model” more like modules. Fuck it. I bake different. And wanted different and simple different meals.

    Overcooked Elk when I like it Rare, but at least I laid down and made time for quality time. Let it run long, it wasn’t burnt nor dry. And I mashed up the chickpeas, cooked-down cabbage, and soft garlic. 

    On the blue plate. Not smooth smooth. Almost hummusy, but real clean. Banana Peppers! I put that in the Tartare. Eat em out the jar and the jar is near bottom after 6 Months? Cook a lot with them. Haven’t made a Sub Once. Support Me. Cut the Elk into little overcooked strips. Was delicious. Could’ve refined it. Didn’t.

    Was hungry af and needed to eat. An hour in the oven. Could’ve/Should’ve poured out some of the chickpeas juice. Didn’t feel like it. It’ll dry in leftovers pan anyways.

    And I won’t get scared if I hear sand-sounds while stir-round-mashing the chickpeas.

    Nice old people food. Make it how you like it!

    Fork Smash the Entire Microwave Baked Potato with Pre-Packaged Bacon Bits. Drink a sip of the butter melted from the plate-tilt. Feel ashamed. Stir it in. Hella messy and weird-overcooked dry too much steam and knife or fork pokes or slats when I microwaved the potato. Get ashamed. Again!

    And eat it in less than 2 minutes.

    I grew up on those after ham sandwiches and hating mayo.

    Borromeo.

    Meo Means Money in Italian.

    I’ll leave it at that.

    No Borrowing.

    Burrow about it.

    or crush cranberries.

    Damn I just started craving those leftovers. After the post. It’ll hit

    Better.

    That’s Scone Cake in-waiting.

    [BIG.OGOG SERIOUS POINT IN BACKGROUND SENTIMENTS. THATS A BIG DEAL TO KNOW HOW TO MAKE SCONE CAKE.]

    British Neighbor + My Twin Flame; The Neighbor to Thine-Own Henley Hunter-Green-Sleeved Heart:

    I love that you always pop up when you smell my cooking.

    Cinnamon. Better than a roll of cookie dough. And Syrup cheaper than sugar. Let’s make it cheaty

    โ˜บ๏ธ๐Ÿ˜Œ๐Ÿฅณ walnut chocolate chip cookies pack (24 ct, I think), Thai Tea 3-in-1, sesame oil, dried cranberries, & cinnamon toast cereal.

    Mhmm, even her layers were crunchy.

    Toasted the cereal in the oven. Low-ball Glass round-ground crunch crunch. Hand snipped with blue-nitrile-gloved nails. Get to the juice with the heat. Oil on the crumb after the dry bake before extra grinding.

    Tamp tamp tap and swish swish and round the world and crumb blast break and toss the cranberries in and fill in the gaps. Old as Hell. I think Years. They don’t get bad. Shine with Me. Now ๐Ÿ™‚โ€โ†”๏ธ๐Ÿ˜‰

    a lot happened in between.

    Scone Cake.

    simply!

    Scone Cake!!!

    +++

    She’s delicious, I know.

    I, truly reign defined in loving “old-people cake” as in never frosting. Crumbs or galaxy toppings or sugar crack CRUnCh!! Blackstrap Streusel, you have my heart like Rock Candy. On Drumsticks + Drumsticks too.

    I got crazy with the syrup.

    2 Kindahs, no mills about eetttt.

    [>>…Cinnamon Smell opening lilies in this dry-heat outside if ya know what I mean.

    Motherfucker, do I – [vanilla candle effect ๐Ÿซฅ. {๐Ÿ˜œ๐Ÿคช๐Ÿฅด๐Ÿ™‚โ€โ†•๏ธ๐Ÿค—} it’s real.

    Syrup is Similar.]

    One day they’ll buy the buttery ones for me. I love artificial butter taste. I’ll tell you a trashy ethic about myself, but never to not-for-me on butter flavor on my grits. Polenta Lenders Would Never.

    ๐Ÿ›‘๐Ÿ›‘๐Ÿ›‘๐Ÿ”ฒ๐Ÿ”ณ๐Ÿ”ฒ๐Ÿ”ณ๐Ÿ”ฒ๐Ÿ”ณ๐Ÿ”ณ๐Ÿ”ฒ๐Ÿ”˜โ—พโ–ช๏ธโ—ฝโ–ซ๏ธโ–ช๏ธโ–ซ๏ธโ—ป๏ธ๐Ÿ”ฒ๐Ÿ”˜๐ŸŒ€๐ŸŒ€๐ŸŒ€๐ŸŒซ๏ธ… ๐ŸŽฌ

    I love making cinnamon-caramel toppings layers. Very much a gooey coffee toffee cake type of gal. Crispy Apple Fritter. Coffee Roll over Cinnamon Roll. But I like Cinnamon Coffee.

    Cinnamon, Syrup, Coffee. Sugar at the end. Syrup melts first, some crystals of sugar crack at the end broil. I Air-fryed it and then got the top black around the rims.

    crackly crust.

    Ya gots to do et.

    No need to cut the crust for a dirty ice and frost. [I knew when I saw the dimples ring brewing when it was rising it’d be a cracked crumbly denser type of cake. Rest Assured!! pd.ed.nte]] But I miss that, that I envy it and every amazing baker to standard pastry chef out there.

    Such hard work. And you do it regularity? I rather bake bread. It’s not miserable and pizza flatbread everyday.

    That’s why I like – molassey crack cake.

    And scones and eh cookies I was just gonna do cookies and put the butter and egg in there.

    But I was challenged.


    “If you’re gonna use a pack – I need a flavor, fat, and 2โœŒ๐Ÿผ Toppings.”

    Thai Tea 3-in-1

    Sesame Oil

    Dried Cranberries

    Cinnamon Toast Cereal


    like cracks in the desert tiles

    Floored.

    No molasses necessary.

    no milk either.

    wrapping up bc thems my leftovers and I’m hungry as hell and wanna cut this cake.

    desk view alligator tater

    Spades; Her.

    Huh.

    special notes.

    No Milk.

    Half a Stick.

    2 Eggs.

    Divide + Whip.

    A Little Vinegar.

    Lite Sour Cream [3 dripped-dropped-dolloped.]

    Crumb for Crust and mixed in. Like Bread Crumbs; Not Toppings.


    I forgot what I forgot to mention. Full now. Eaten:

    Elk Medallions + HummusCabbageMash; Scone Cake for Dessert.

    I never thought Elk would start a new series but here we are.

    2โœŒ๐Ÿผof em’.

    lights on.

    Brewing, Me.

    Calling My Regards, fallen in.

    Crackly Old People Cake, Pls Bless.

    flat brimmed!

    Oh, darstardely are my whims ๐Ÿฅฑ๐Ÿคญ๐Ÿค.

    spose I shall eat dinner first.

    Almost breakfast at 04:36.

    What a joy.

    Minnerfast.

    Midnight Dinner Breakfast.

    sounds german, make it so.

    Read my mind.. ๐Ÿ˜‡๐Ÿค .

    decided to show ya how I smush.

    Chickpeas.

    Garbanzos.

    Back in the day, I’d get home from outtake-rest overseas and come home and I’d never run out of beans but some beans are the good beans to me. Like anything besides peanuts are fancy to me. Chickpeas is a legume I decide to be considered fancy.

    Anyone else can think otherwise ๐Ÿง

    Sidenote: Peanut Butter Dollop in the cake..almost went without. That’s the one ingredient I always forget about. And I wasn’t sure if it’s be tasted bc it was more for binder than anything especially using syrups and less butter and sesame oil and a lil canola too.

    Did the same with the banana peppers in the elk tartare.

    “Forget the point.?..Used a pantry item that’d been around awhile’

    And the world’s been winding since.

    Fruit or Chocolate person? You want nuts too and sweets? Hm, you got something around here you can use. Go find it. Well,

    at least, I can feel accomplished.

    Been toying at baking again and the bc muffins on one of the first fucking around during a sad time in my life with Cooking With Intuition. The last one got to me emotionally. A lot of honesty and it feels good to talk about people that mean a lot to me and taught me how to become a better person and a good person for awhile now.. you know you haven’t been a good person to yourself if you feel like you’re lying or rejected-with-your-own+judgement+sin to say “I became a good person after learning to become a better person.”

    Better than an overdose everyday. Brompton Cocktail, more than a song, and I’d play the song to celebrate the disparity of mine. Avenged Sevenfold, indeed. The. Eh.

    Unholy Confessions is my favorite by them.

    To put it simply, I like hanging around Chefs because they know what addiction is. “‘Doesn’t have to be drugs, usually includes in the story.’ ”

    That’s how I’d put it back in the day. Italian-Bestie and one of the only ones that’ll eat my food bc they like it not bc they’re judging it (if they only cook American.) [besides the dude whose name sounds like Foie Graie Resazanai to me. Which means “Hedonistic Escape Pilot Drinker.” In Miliani Italian.

    I always thought of you as guidance with no remark-counters.

    An older-term before Italian was Anglified. [and before Italy became Italy. A(Existed.)]

    was a great meal.
    and the chosen tools persist.

    Chiazzi Fork , when I reach to the back of the drawer blind.

    Heavier + Better than Curved

    Handles on Forks.

    Hm hm ๐Ÿคญ

    trinkets of green leaves, indeed.

    In Rock.

    always 2 that never wanna be smashed and I moved the other two

    Muse + Bust.

    That’s a good dialect.

    Agriculture TalkTalk it.

    delicious.

    What a special occasion to eat out of a pan that won’t burn nor consume my entire desk interior.

    on edge

    How do Bakers balance pictures and what they eat?

    Starved-by-Self+Indecision Chefs wanna know.

    We don’t know if it’s the same.

    tonight’s the nite.
    tools assembled.

    Poignant.

    told ya the sugar waits to melt after the syrup

    Knew I’d find it eventually.

    shychuckle + all.

    [I saw that in an ad recently targeted for me and hand-written and I’ve been mocking it since ๐Ÿคซ๐Ÿค—๐Ÿ˜ถโ€๐ŸŒซ๏ธ.]

    the toppled over, lil space part.
    the part ya wanna cut into first

    Gotta crust the rim.

    Oh, Bakers.

    Worse than a Viola Player in A Minor and you only get asked what underwear do you wear when you play in that key?

    ‘Gs Wear None. what’s your question?’

    Depends on the setting. Comm-carryon.

    not much crumb

    pretty slick?

    gotta have skills.

    Gotta find balance like a valance edge.

    Why don’t Americans know what a valance is?

    side to side
    side to side
    pretty firm

    But light to the touch yet dense and not gonna crumble

    Sconey? Notcake?

    I finally did it.

    Looks like pumpkin bread.. the cravings and ideas never stop.

    gots to edge it out

    Let it tip out and wiggle out like an awkward puzzle piece cut the same shape but wrong image

    kinda like plopping out a hunk of cornbread (a cut.)
    she’s beautiful ๐Ÿฅน

    I don’t deserve it.. ๐ŸŒฌ๏ธ๐ŸŒง๏ธ๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿชป๐ŸŒฒ vibes…….

    not bad on the crumb either!
    back-handed.

    A Professional [pastry-ist.] Procedure.

    Not Pasty, either with all that Thai Tea.

    rivers
    run
    like divides
    in time.
    wholesome.
    crumb.

    With Fork!

    Chiazzi.

    crust
    black lines.

    …๐Ÿ˜ด๐Ÿ˜ด๐Ÿ˜ช๐Ÿฅถ

    Time to go to bed.

    Night by 05:10.

    And the wind is

    crisp, by the

    window.

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