another 'nother chance at new new do-overy dopeness for everybody.
yup.
the big black absence in the sky above signifies a fresh start for our faces.
what i mean is,
with this new moon and it's darklight nighttime passage from horizon to horizon,
it's lunar new year, neighbors,
and that's expert.
mmhmm.
did i say it?
did i say it?
of course i said it.
what am i?
an A*-hole?
even when it's pan-asian alternate historical calendar flips,
i still know the F*ing rules, kids-
and i spit out a sh!t-hot rabbit! rabbit!
....just in case.
i want all that good fortune,
and that's no joke.
it's the year of the fire monkey,
and honestly, that feels a little bit bittersweet to your boy-
one the one hand-i LOVE fire,
but,
on the other- i HATE monkeys.
damn.
i s'pose i'll just have to make do with some treats.
i ca handle that, with or without a monkeyshining influence.
check the teleport:
wooooord!
i'm on that gok jai jauns.
that's what's up.
i gok they, and i'll share they, if you'd like one.
are they dumplings?
kinda.
are they empanadas?
basically.
are they both, and neither, but actually cookies?
they most certainly are,
and they are delicious, to boot.
we've got browned up flavor-activated sesame seeds lacing up the layers
of that buttery sugary pastry dough.
also,
i splished a splat of vanilla in there, because i'm a non-traditionalist,
by virtue of veganism in the first place, and contrarian tendencies in the second.
it tastes great, and it doesn't detract from the sweet sesame sexxxiness at all.
i chilled that out for half an hour,
and preheated the oven to 350 F.
guys,
i used a cup and a half of flour, a quarter cup of sugar, two tablespoons of sesame seeds,
a pinch of salt, a stick's worth of butterishness,
and an egg's worth of replacer, plus a tablespoon of coooold water,
all together in the food processor, to pulp that dough into what's really 'hood.
hmmmm.
it's almost a recipe, check that out.
i cut circles from the thinly rolled aftermath with a crinkle-edged ravioli cutter,
and filled each with a tablespoon of secret sauce, son!
okay.
it's not actually a secret.
i took a big ol' handful of roasted peanuts,
a generous punch of toasted coconut, two more tablespoons of toasted sesame seeds,
some powdered sugar, and a dribble of vanilla,
and pureed it into buttery ball of smoosh.
(i even added a little peanut butter, and a bit more sugar after that, spoonie-stir style)
the rest seems evident, right?
fold, crimp, glaze with cornstarch and soymilk and powdered sugar,
for a crispy coat on the outside of each little plumpy dumpler....
and then, when they cooled off from being super hot, after like twenty minutes in the oven?
crema de coco, and confectioners sugar, to further glaze 'em,
before a bnlast of toasted sesame seed sprankles took 'em up to eleven.
yeah!!!
i got that lucky cat in there,
i got that bright red background business poppin' off.
i'm lookin' for goodie goodness wherever i can garner it.
that's for serious.
and i'm tellin' you guys,
my chinese new year's resolution.,
my tet offensive,
my eumnyeok seollal of super soulful sincerity,
is to find way to fold more fulfilling non-food magic into my life.
it's harder than it sounds,
but since my preferred method of interacting with the world is mortal combat,
i think i'm prepared to pursue my goals in the grisly, ghoulish grind i'm accustomed to.
*
it's that new new.
it's today/tonight.
it's ugly.
it's gonna snow.
it's dope anyway.
am i making dumplings?
maybe.
am i psyched even if i just have toast for dinner?
sure.
it's all really happening,
and it's new hottness as far as my senses can detect in every direction;
never quiet, never soft.....
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