Here is a picture of fung jao. Chicken feet. I don't like to eat them, but my pops loves 'em.
I'm flipping through Mario Batali's Molto Italiano. I made my own little bookmarks to mark recipes I want to try and I'm running out of bookmarks. This book is amazing. 327 recipes. That's insane. I'm stoked to try some of this stuff out, but I have vague plans for tomorrow's cooking adventures: snickerdoodles and Thomas Keller's roasted chicken.
Speaking of cookbooks and Thomas Keller, I made room for the eight new cookbooks I've obtained in the past couple weeks (!).
Tartine Bread
The French Laundry
ad hoc at home
Mastering the Art of French Cooking Vols 1 & 2
Molto Italiano
Italian Grill
Barefoot Contessa: Back to Basics
I have almost two full rows of cookbooks on my shelf now (:
Thinking of all this food is making me hungry.
I ate two packs of pretzel M&Ms today. I normally don't eat candy. Especially not M&Ms. No bueno.
Did I also mention I'm going to the gym tomorrow? Oh, and I'm getting my rear left light of my car replaced because I got a fix-it ticket. 0: < My car also needs an oil change. Booooooooooooo.
PS: I'm ecstatic Katy Perry won no Grammy awards. She is terrible. I am sad the Glee cast won none. I like Glee. But this week's episode was terrible.
