This could be the closest thing to a chocolate chip cookie.
It is its large adorable cousin.
I can’t get enough of it. I always want more. Even when I’m done. I still want more.
I was craving this thing for months but had no will to get up and make it, yet I’ve been so vocal with my cravings lately. I had to express somewhere and bear the consequences. (Read the replies)
On that hot day I made burgers and burger buns from scratch, I made some potatoes and beet chips. It was so hot it was unbearable to keep clothes on with the oven and 2 fryers operating in the five square meters kitchen. I was working with nothing but my short shorts and undershirt on to catch the sweat dripping from my arms.
Stop visualizing my buns! I’m here to talk about my chips
Raise your hand if you love burgers.
Any burgers
Any meat stuffed between two buns
Fine, vegetarian burgers too
I have only one condition, don’t say you like McDonald’s
I’ve had delicious burgers around town, but as you know, I am a fan of DIYs and homemade goods. When I make thing I want to brag about, I’d rather not take shortcuts in the major elements, or else I’ll come clean, confess and share the shame.
Now let me brag a little. I made burgers. I made the buns, and I made the patties. In fact, mom shaped them. I still take a little distance from touching red meat so I used her hands and help.
Apart from what is going around in Lebanon, we try to stay calm and away from stress. I know I can’t do anything, but knowing of people fighting over silly issues is just absurd. Can’t we fight over what dressing goes with which salad or what frosting is best with a certain cupcake? I don’t recall any wars started over wanting to add ketchup to Italian pasta (Seriously though, don’t add ketchup.)
I try to take my mind off the tragic news because it would only make me upset. And when I’m upset, I tend to eat. Who am I kidding? Emotions for me are a reason to eat.
Cook in Five Square Meters 