![]() ![]() This is not a yeast donut (that takes a long time but has a good chew). What makes this mochi donut so dangerous is how fast, easy and effortlessly addictive it can be. I have made it quite obvious in the past that when it comes to mochi, I could be quite unreasonable… But I admit, this is a new low. We are after its distinctive, soft and chewy texture that is unlike what any other flours can ever achieve (tapioca flour, in this donut, produces a similar texture but not the same). It comes in many forms and sizes but whatever they are, there’s only one true reason why we love it the way we love it. If you don’t know the answer to that, you still have a chance to walk away cleanly… Just walk away…įor the rest of you brave sinners, mochi is an Asian sweets made with sticky rice/sweet rice flour. What is mochi? And why does it have to be a donut? No, no I won’t, because this is not just any donut. And you would believe me when I say that I would not surrender my prospect into a spaghetti-strap sun-dress this summer, just over any donut, wouldn’t you? I had a sun-dress that just arrived in mail and I got very angry at it, if you know what I mean. ![]() maybe because, purely guessing, that it didn’t taste as good as this donut. There was a lemon-olive-oil-pasta-thingy that was supposed to be here today to demonstrate that I’m well-balanced and eat vegetables. I’m aware of the normal shape of things for a humanoid, and I have acknowledgement of the ancient nutritional pyramid built by aliens to assist mankind, I swear. I’m telling you this because I want you to know that I am not beyond reasons. Did you know this about my gut? Why am I always the last to know… Things that, with all due respect, back-sleepers wouldn’t necessarily feel so bluntly and graphically and that is, the horror upon realizing that my gut can move freely in 180 degree angle, and rest soundly on the mattress like a soft pouch of cottage cheese. You see the thing is, I’m a side-sleeper. But what I’m trying to tell you, and this is a true story, is that every night before I go to sleep, the ever-last thought that I’m either saying or thinking before drifting into oblivion is alway I swear I’m gonna go on a fucking diet. Well, let’s just say based on the look of things on this blog, this will come either as a gasping surprise, or, as the most obvious conclusion to any. Or not… judging from how you rationalize things. ![]()
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