There is something magical about Chinese New Year. Families coming together from every corner of the world, piping hot steamboats laden with goodness, shiny red packets with gold writing...the wonderful pieces of paper hidden within...hello chanel!..The smoky scent of firecrackers early in the morning, looking out your window and seeing a sea of red confetti on the ground...remnants of the neighbour's efforts to rid themselves of bad luck...however illegal their efforts may be;P Having said that, if the afore mentioned neighbour's husband would stop walking around in his boxers with his pot belly hanging to his knees, maybe business would improve, firecrackers or not...I'm just saying.. But I digress. For me, the real magic happens...*drumroll*....in the kitchen. To be fair, real magic also happens when I see the perfect dress, hand over my shiny credit card in exchange for a shiny shopping bag containing my reason for living and I feel a little tingle down my spine...hello, have you seen my attention span? I seem to have misplaced it....Where was I...My favourite thing about my favourite time of year HAS to be the hours of creaming butter, melting chocolate, the satisfying pop everytime I open a new jar of vanilla bean paste...the smell! Oh the smell of gorgeous little cookies as they're turning a delicate golden brown......and my god...the taste....
Buttery crust that yields to the slightest pressure... revealing sticky, caramelized pineapple ...not too sweet...with a hint of cinnamon....
Flaky shortbread spiced with fragrant green tea...pleasantly bitter..balanced by a sprinkling of crunchy crystals of sugar ..
Can you say heaven?
heaven hahahah
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