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Freshly baked pandesal

In all honesty, there’s a part of me that wonders how the hell my weight hasn’t ballooned out of control. I like baking far too much to not making it a part of what I do. I make a lot of awesome stuff. The problem that follows though is me figuring out just when the heck to do with all of the food. ”Eat it” is definitely an option, but it’s rather risky. Taking that approach might mean that what I made will dominate my food intake for many days to come. That risk is multiplied by a little bit of impatience such that I may just want to eat it all quickly just so that I won’t end up eating it for days to come. See! Bad! Ah, but like I said, I won’t let it stop me from baking. Hell, I’m excited about that George Brown course to come.

So yeah, what’s pictured above? Those are some freshly baked rolls of pandesal. I kind of love the stuff. It’s available from many Filipino food stores but those bagged things just can’t compare to some freshly baked rolls. It’s got a nice crust with a soft chewy centre that’s a little sweet. Add a little butter or margarine and this stuff is insanely good. I saw a recipe for it in my mother’s cookbook. The instructions are handwritten. I photocopied the page when I was visiting their place. I had full intentions of trying out the recipe. This weekend I finally got off my butt to do it. I didn’t have any yeast, so I actually drove over to Walmart at 7 a.m. to get some. I wanted an early start. To my surprise, the assembly was pretty quick. The process of kneading and rising wasn’t tough either. It all just takes some patience. I eventually ended up with what you see above. I tried one of the smaller buns to see if it was worth sharing with other people. It was really tasty, so I ended up trying out another to be sure that I wasn’t imagining things. Eventually I downed a third for good measure. See! Baaaaaaaaad! These rolls definitely trump the store bought stuff.

Trust me: there will be a next time for this. It was simple enough that I could make these on a weekend morning as a project. I think next time I will try adding more sugar. I already increased the sweetness, but I think it could use a little more. Instead of just water, I want to try using some evaporated milk. Through a few more iterations I’ll get this recipe tight enough such that my bread will be well known, yeah? Hahah. First things first though. I need to eat/give away all of these existing ones. Blaaaargh.

 

 

Big chunky tiles

If I think about it, the last time I played Mahjong was probably five years ago. It was during my last term in university. Since then, I haven’t really brought my tiles out. It’s been hard to find people who knew how to play or were at least willing to learn. So, the tiles stayed in the closet.

More recently, out of curiosity I asked a new local friend if she was interested in learning the game. I said that it’s like playing rummy, but with tiles. That was enough for her. To my delight she was willing to learn. So, I spent this afternoon over teaching her and her visiting uncle how to play. There was a bit of a learning curve. As you can see from the picture of my tiles there aren’t any Arabic numbers on them (apart from the flower and season tiles) so there was a bit of back and forth over which number a character tile represented. And since the directions are etched out in some fancy style it was a bit hard to tell the directions apart. Eventually they got the hang of it and we were able to play seven hands. There really isn’t anything like the sound of the tiles clacking around, or the smell of the resin floating through the air. And there’s some fun in playing with big chunky tiles.

 

 

Serious about watermelon

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Writing about Jason

I’m really not fond of writing bios. I mean, I find it hard enough to write about myself as if I was the bee’s knees (whether or not that’s actually true is irrelevant). Trying to convey an idea of who I am and what drives me in just a paragraph or two is rather difficult. We’re all quite multi-layered. Can we really be summarized so easily? Or course not. However, people don’t want a whole life story, right? People don’t need to know about all of my little neuroses in all their crazy splendour. All a bio needs to do is introduce a person, and make the reader think “Hmm, this guy is kind of interesting: I want to know more.” So, even though I may want to dump everything out in an attempt to achieve a lot more clarity, there’s just no need. My actions and activities will probably speak louder than anything I may put on paper. Isn’t there some fear with that though? Someone might read my bio and think, “Yeah…I don’t care to know any more about this person.” At that point it doesn’t matter anymore if you’ve done something ridiculously wonderful. You’ve already been judged. You’ve been sorted and filed.

There’s also the matter of keeping a bio up-to-date. This particular post was kind of spurred on when I was poking around the blog and found that my “About Jason” page was getting old. A while ago I took to actually including a date as to when the page was last updated. It seemed necessary all things considered. However I may describe myself at the time of writing won’t be true even just months later. How quickly should I update? Am I really having a moment of “Oh God, people ought to know that I’ve already accomplished all of that shit”?

In some places, the required bios are almost laughably limited. How the heck do I distill myself into a handful of characters. In Twitter, I’ve got:

Comp eng, e-commerce platform dev, Waterloo grad, flat-footed runner, unintentional foodie, improviser dude, tea drinker, and single guy in the city.

Well, that’s out of date. I’m not in e-commerce anymore, right? In my flavors.me profile I have:

20-something, runner, improviser, baker/cook, programmer.

That guy.

Probably accurate. Still, writing it this way seems like I’m only as good as my activities.

Why am I complicating all of this?

In the end, how the world perceives me doesn’t hold up as being as important as how I perceive myself. I am an awesome person, and words can’t really encapsulate all of that.

Tonight Live

Smaller batches

I had an urge to make some muffins. God, it’s so much easier to make a small batch. It was fairly simple to slap together. I’m sure it will go quickly enough. I need to think more about adjusting recipes to create just enough food for one person. It’ll reduce the change that I’ll get entirely sick of the food before reaching the end.

Stupid pie crusts

I have a bit of a reputation (whether self-imposed or not) as a guy who knows his way around a kitchen. I know how to bake. I’m kind of decent. I’m not going to win any awards any time soon, but no doubt: I generate a lot of tasty stuff. So, when I end up making something that’s kind of ugly for something that’s going to be brought to a get together, I feel a bit anxious. One thing that I still haven’t mastered is pie crust. Geez. Every time I give it a go something goes wrong. Usually, it shrinks. Earlier I tried to make a crust for something I’m bringing to a get together on Friday. The instructions I was reading said that I should cover the crust with foil and weigh it down with rice or dry beans. Well, covering it didn’t help. The butter in the crust bubbled over and turned the bottom of my oven into a greasy mess. Oops. Every time I opened my oven door clouds of smoke poured out. I had to turn off the smoke detector or risk having it go off late at night. The crust was flaky, but it shrank and became all wonky.

It’s not pretty. I didn’t want to present the thing like this, so I was tempted to head to the store and get a ready-made crust. In the end, I decided that failure was not an option. I still had butter in the fridge, so I went ahead and tried again. For my second attempt I tried to be meticulous about keeping everything cold. I made sure not to use too much water. I tried not to roll things out too much. After freezing the shell, I pricked the bottom with a fork and popped it in the oven. Fifteen minutes later I checked on it and saw the crust bubbling up from the bottom despite pricking the shell. Ugh! I opened the door to adjust, but smoke blinded me. I also burned the side of my arm on the oven door. I took the shell out, put the foil/rice on top to weigh it down, then put it back. In the end, the crust isn’t perfect, but it’s somewhat better. It’s acceptable.

I’m going to fill this in later. Meanwhile, I wasn’t about to throw the old crust out. I thought about what I had in my freezer and cupboard. I wanted to do a blueberry filling, but I didn’t have enough berries in the freezer. I knew I had a lot of chocolate chips in the cupboard so I settled on making a chocolate custard pie.

See, despite the wonky crust, this thing looks awesome. One day I’ll get my pie crust technique down. Determined to have it by year end!

Bin Mango

@ It's actually kind of accurate. The 王 (Ō, Oh, Ou) means king and 様 (sama) is the formal honourific. Together it's Ōsama.
@jnery
Jay Nery
@ I suppose they could have gone with King's Mango Candy, but that would be less fun.
@jnery
Jay Nery

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