Pantry Fridge Leftover Experiments

Hubby is gone for the rest of the week, so somehow I feel a little more adventurous in making disgusting looking food for myself.

Today it is dumplings (for protein), over random pasta, plus zucchini (leftover and cooked in the remaining potsticker juice cause I’m lazy like that and why not), and this olive oil garlic sauce except without the anchovies ha ha which are probably a main ingredient, but whatevs!  Topped it off with panko, because I read the recipe wrong.  Whoops!   🙂  So we have an Italian-Asian fusion going on here.  Cause that’s what I meant to do….  😉  Bon appetit.

Verdict?  It doesn’t taste bad!  I overcooked the zucchini though.  I wouldn’t mind eating this again if I had random ingredients to get rid of.

The end.


Random Experimental Yummy Tea

Just have to share this!  Today I tried this and it was yummy–

Numi Chocolate Roobois Tea (herbal, thus has no caffeine!)

A spoonful of mango honey from Honey Pacifica

Original flavored almond milk

= Delicious milk tea without caffeine!  Yum.

In No Particular Order

Said SpoonUniversity of Italian Baked Eggs.

Well I think they were wrong.  I put my ingredients in, in no particular order, with the milk on top.  Fifteen minutes later, the milk still looked like, well, milk.  Is it because I didn’t have basil?  I don’t know, maybe.  1/4 a cup is probably not something you can substitute out with dried basil as I did.  So there you have it.  A Saturday morning ambitious breakfast not quite looking like the recipe picture.  Hopefully it still tastes good!  I popped it in for five more minutes so I could get something a little more solid looking.  It’s kind of a cheesy, saucy, mess.  Here’s the end result:


The secret to my picture is not my cooking skills, it’s VSCO CAM.  The moral of the story is, they may say that order does not matter, but maybe it does.

On the bright side, the Chado Earl Grey Lavender tea my coworker got me a few years ago tastes absolutely delicious paired with milk and honey.  I don’t need to go to a cafe to get it anymore!  It’s that good.  Happy day!

Chicken Soup

The problem with being an American-born Chinese person is that when it comes to sick people in the house and making chicken soup, I inevitably have to ask,

“Should I make Asian chicken soup or American chicken soup?”

Because Asian chicken soup has less ingredients and chopping involved, Asian it was.  Hoorah.

Also attempted a mochi cake using hazelnut milk and almond milk instead of regular milk!  I think the initial consistency was rather thick with just the hazelnut, so then I may have added too much almond milk to compensate.  The result was a rather unformed cake.  However, it is still tasty.  Verdict?  I would make that substitution again, as long as it is just mochi cake I’m dealing with.



Is evil.  No but yesterday, I drank regular, caffeinated coffee for the first time in, well, awhile.  I knew I shouldn’t have, and I didn’t care.  I did it anyway.  (Sound familiar?)  I added three packs of sugar to it, or maybe four.  Anyhow, it tasted alright.  I didn’t sleep well last night, barely becoming horizontal at midnight and surfing the net until my weary over-stimulated self decided enough was enough and went to sleep.

I woke up with not the best of thoughts, and upon retelling the story to MK, received a “You should know better” in response.  Yeah, I should, right?  I should know better, especially after all those books I read about caffeine and lack of sleep and depression and anxiety.  But maybe a part of me felt strong and wanted to test it.  And I think I’m glad that I did.

Well I got home, and did not feel like doing a-n-y-thing.  Should I organize my cabinet?  Nah.  Study for the GREs?  Nah.  Clean up my closet?  Nah.  Go out with a friend?  Nah.  My eyes ached a little, a feeling that brought me straight back to the FTTA, you know, where every waking second was spent with less than stellar sleep the night before, and eye creams were introduced to my life.  Speaking of eye creams, I have since given them up after graduating.

So the point is, I should not drink coffee.  I need my sleep.  Without sleep, I no longer function very well nor care to.

The End.  How’s that for monumental and inspiring.