A rare visit to Toko Dun Yong today replenished some long-gone condiments (furikake, dochujang, kimchi) and of course the requisite impulse buy: takoyaki chips, featuring octopus flavor. Not exactly bad, something like prawn crisps, but yes it means something kind of special when one of the cats will eat a potato chip, which Macka did.
This is an often-NSFW, mostly gluten-free kitchen notebook that also occasionally threatens to turn into something else and fails, thus remaining its same old cryptic and superficial self. These posts begin to fail to explain (start at the bottom).
Reboot the Blog, Recalibrate the Palate
A period of neglect. Dormancy. Slackness. Call it what you will. This miniscule corner of the web still has some life. I'd like to make it sputter again from...