So I scour baking/cooking blogs like it’s something to do. If I could get paid for power reading a list of ingredients and automatically thinking about what could be improved, I’d be eating lunch with Bourdain on the daily. But, I don’t and I’m not.
Regardless, I found a recipe today that looked amazzzzing. Like, really. This was going to “the shit” of cooking adventures this week. Until I got to the bottom of the list of ingredients. Went something like this:
Got it.
Got it.
Got it.
Subbing it.
Got it.
Got it/need to scavenge the back of the baking cabinet.
Got it.
Go… wait.. thefuck?
No, really. Machalepi. What. The. Fuckery.
I’m no stranger to weird spices and will have admittedly archived tossed recipes over ingredients I really just don’t want to buy or can’t be used in anything else. But this? This is something else. I thought the point of blogging your food accomplishments and posting the recipes was to allow for others to share your caloric joy? Good for you that you can find/purchase such a kitchen remedy, but freal? Everyone else looking at your stuff more than likely a normal human being that gets giddy over saffron.
Get off your machalepi high horse, lady. Oh and your red velvet cupcakes look like crap.
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