“Pigu” sounds like “ass” in Mandarin.

And after I popped them into the oven, my dad walked into the kitchen and declared (yes, he didn’t just say, he declared), “What are you making that smells so STANKY?!”

The main ingredient is cheese, and you know the saying “Who cut the cheese?”…

I think this food is aptly named.


So I love bread.  Like, LOVE.  I’m currently somewhat of a misandrist right now, too, so if I were given the choice between marrying a hunk of man or a loaf of bread, I’d go for the loaf of bread.

The most embarrassing thing about me, though (since I do a lot of baking), is that I SUCK at making bread and bready-type things.  My pizza dough is alright, but one time I made biscuits, and my dad liked them because they were buttery and salty, but no one touched them the next day.  I didn’t even touch them the first day.  I also attempted to make whole wheat dinner rolls once.  FAILURE.  I tried salvaging that by hacking at the rolls with a pastry blender after double toasting them to make homemade bread crumbs, but I never really use bread crumbs that often, so it was still kind of a waste =(

So maybe I would choose a man who bakes really good bread over bread itself.  Maybe.


This dough is supposed to be more of a pasta dough than a bread dough.

My brother insisted that I use the “two-fork technique” to mix in the flour.

The dough kept being really sticky, so I kept adding more flour until it was manageable.  But that didn’t work out too well.

I blame my brother.  He was the one that claimed “dough should not be that sticky”.

“NEEDZ MOAR FLOUR!!!!!!!!!!!” he said.

The dough did end up looking pretty okay.  Maybe I didn’t roll it out thin enough (I am SO bad at eyeing measurements).  Either way, there was definitely too much flour, so it was definitely my brother’s fault that it didn’t turn out the best.  But it turned out ok.

I knew something was really off, though, because I didn’t even grate quite as much cheese as the recipe said to use, but after filling up six pockets of pigu and using up all my dough, I had barely made a dent in the pile of eggy cheesey peppery filling.

Yeah, I used the same picture for “Before” and “After”. I thought that was the best way to illustrate my point.

The little asses I MEAN pigus(?) tasted alright, but since I had all this filling left, and I thought I was so close to making a delicious bready cheesey thing, I decided to try again the next day.

I added less flour this time, rolled it out a bit thinner…

Look how good I am at rolling out dough!

And STILL, there was leftover cheese.  I was baffled.  And frustrated.  So I decided to just mash up the rest of the cheese with what was left of the dough and roll it into a ball of odium and disgust at this witch-recipe.

Guess what I did with that knife.

But everything actually turned out really well.  Even my “biscuits”–my brother thought they tasted pretty good after complaining that my first batch of pigu was “bland”.

I should have started raging earlier.

And the actual pigu looked (and tasted) quite a bit better, too, I think.


But I don’t know if I’d make this recipe again.  I was decently happy with how everything turned out, and I might be more likely to attempt the “biscuits” again than the actual pigu, but even the “biscuits” leave something to be desired…

Again, I’d prefer a loaf of bread.


Crazy Train

(Wow, I thought “Crazy Train” was an AC/DC song.  Shows how much I know about that stuff >_<)


I now officially declare this sewing blog business “super legit”.  Because we all know that doing things once doesn’t count.  But now that I’ve blogged about TWO current sewing projects, this is serious bizniz.


This has also been the worst decision of my life.

Even worse than that time when I was 12 and decided I wanted to make a raisin.  Yes, one singular raisin.  I set it on a little ledge on the balcony of my uncle’s house, and when I checked on it 30 minutes into its tanning sesh, there were maybe 7 ants going crazy over it, with a long line marching towards it.  I thought it would be safe, since the ledge was pretty high up, and it was on the third floor.  Guess not =/

But really, my blog writing is obnoxious and barely coherent/comprehensible, yet I spend hours (I think I really did spend about 12 hours on my Senior Prom dress post) writing, and a whole bunch more [on attempts at] editing photos.



I love my aunt (unrelated to the uncle with the balcony, who I also love).  She’s pretty super stylin’, and she started giving me her hand-me-downs when I was really young, long before they could really fit me.  (Of course, that didn’t prevent me from wearing the clothing anyway.)  Another great thing about my aunt is that she appears to have no qualms about giving me her clothing that, by my mom’s standards, is “too revealing,” and since she is a fine, upstanding woman, I use that to justify owning, wearing, and flaunting such “revealing” clothing.  (Keep in mind that my mom has high standards.)  (When it comes to necklines.)

My mom was cleaning out some closets or something over the summer, so when I got home, I found a pile of clothing she wanted me to sort through.  I don’t know what she was thinking with one of them because once I put it on and walked out of my room with it, she was all “WOAH.  IN-A-PRO-PRO.”

It was another floor-length skirt, and we all know how I feel about those.  Otherwise, I was a huge fan.


Since I wanted it to be not so long,  but there was so much cloth (that I really liked, too!), I didn’t want to waste it by just chopping a few feet off.  Also, a simple hem would be too easy.  I did briefly contemplate saving the extra fabric to make something else, but ever since that one time I walked into an American Apparel store, where they have at least five different articles of clothing with the same, exact print, I’ve been less fond of such ideas.

“Hi-Lo” hems seem to be in fashion nowadays; I was walking through campus one time on a bright, sunny day, and I saw at least five people with the backsides of their skirts flying in the wind.  I especially like the ones that have an oval cut in the back.  They look really silly because they aren’t the most flowy and just kind of stick out when they catch the wind.  It’s great.

I want one (or all) of these skirts.

I was gonna go for something like #1, so I put on the dress, took note of where I wanted to cut (going off of the print of the dress), and snipped.  Straight.  And it came out [pretty] straight!

But I cut it too short.

I had measured in the morning, but then I decided to leave the house for a bit (brave, I know!) and come back to it.  I had it in my mind which flower on the print of the dress to cut beyond to allow extra room for hemming and the inevitable fact that it will ride up, since it’s a pretty tight but stretchy dress.  Just to be extra careful, I put it on again after I got home to remeasure.  But either it was confirmation bias or I didn’t actually make as generous an allowance as I originally thought because after cutting, it was just barely exactly the length I would want the finished product to be.

This is the skirt pulled down as far as possible.

It could’ve been worse, though.  And I was going to keep the back at least knee length, so that makes up for it, right?

So I was brainstorming things to do with the back that were FUN and EXCITING and came up with this:

Cool, huh?

Because I’m a fan of deliberate disorder and crazy trains.  Or maybe this doesn’t count as a train because it doesn’t drag on the floor…  But you know what I mean.

I also like occasionally whipping out my needle and thread to do things.

Here’s the left side sewed into place.

The crazy train ended up looking pretty good from the front, I thought.

But then something happened…

…and the back ended up looking like a beaver’s tail >_<

I realized that I could twirk it a little to make the more desirable triangular shape happen, or even just make the end of the skirt tighter and clean up the train a bit, but then I realized something more important: when the fuck am I going to want to wear a dress with a crazy train?

See, it looks a lot better with this small change.

I mean, I like being different and doing things differently, but I also like versatility and not being laughed at.  So I decided to redo the whole thing.

I went back to my original plan of an oval-shaped Hi-Lo hem, and–really not sure why I didn’t just do this in the first place–tacked on some frill.  This added a bit of length to the front of the skirt (don’t worry; my mom still disapproves) AND was fairly exciting for me, since I had never executed this technique before.

It went really well, and I scrunched up the trim just right, apparently, since it fit the circumference of the hem pretty much perfectly.

I thought I was SOOOOOOOOOOO smart for choosing to use black thread for attaching the frilly trim to the dress because I had used white for frilling up the trim.  That way, just in case I messed up attaching the trim, I could tell the two stitches apart so that I wouldn’t ruin the frilliness when removing the attaching stitches.

But it totally didn’t register that you’d be able to see the thread from the outside… Because it’s a Hi-Lo hem and all…

My mom reassured me that no one would notice, and I knew no one would notice, but I am ridiculluss, so I wanted to fix it anyway.  I sewed over the black stitches in white so that I could take out the black, but before I could finish, my dad had to step in.  He couldn’t take the sound of my sewing anymore.  I couldn’t blame him.  The sewing machine started to sound like angry gremlins were being chomped on by sassy middle school cheerleader girls who ran out of gum + crickets on steroids and 5-hour energy.

So he whipped out some chainsaw bar lubricant (?!). Because we ran out of sewing machine lubricant…

And applied it with a stick of incense. Because you’re supposed to use a dropper bottle, but we didn’t have that, either…

And then I finished my dress! =D

I finished it yesterday, but the black stitches were a bitch to rip out.  It was worth it, though, because now I’m EXTREMELY happy with it.  Doesn’t it look kickass with those boots?

I believe the answer is “Yes.”

love of making breakfast + fondness of eating breakfast – desire to wake up for breakfast = ?

Solution: breakfast for dinner.


I usually go for the simple and healthy things because I like being healthy (steel-cut oatmeal <3), but most of the fun things to make are a tad less healthy: muffins, scones, balls of butter, syrup, and/or extra calories, etc.  Of course, you can always use healthier substitutes (canola oil instead of butter! honey instead of syrup! whole wheat flour instead of white flour! fewer calories as opposed to extra ones!), but let’s face it: the less healthy alternatives usually taste better.  And I really wouldn’t want to try making scones without butter (or at least some heavy cream).

But a certain goddess-chef I like to learn from posted a carrot cake pancake recipe that I found when I was looking for something crazy to make at my summer research program’s pancake-making contest.  It doesn’t have a drop (or wad) of fat in the recipe at all (though it does suggest the use of some butter for the griddle), and MOREOVER, it uses a whole bunch of carrots.  Carrots are healthy.  <3.

Grating carrots is SUPAR fun! I promise.

I love me some pancakes, but waffles are far superior.  And the griddle we have at home is pretttyyyyyyy gnarly, whereas my waffle iron is fairly new.  And I’m in love with it.  It has an temperature-adjusting knob so that you can find juuuuust the right temperature for making your waffles crispy on the outside but fluffy on the inside.  We get waffles at school with fancy crests, but they don’t have adjustable temperatures, and I’m pretty sure mine cost OVER 9000 times less than the ones at school.  And you think that’s an exaggeration?  Well, the chairs on the lawn outside allegedly cost $300 each, so I’m sure my school doesn’t mind dishing it out for custom waffle irons.

I followed the smitten kitchen recipe exactly, even though it was for pancakes and not waffles.  The batter comes out pretty thin and liquidy, and from my vast experience making pancakes and waffles, I’m pretty sure the only difference between pancake and waffle batter is that waffle batter is a bit more liquidy.  Add a bit more milk to your pancake batter and you can make waffles with it.  Or don’t, and I’m sure it’ll be fine.  Just to check, though, I looked at my trusty plain waffle recipe to get an idea of the proportion of flour to milk to leavening agent to egg that should be in waffles, and they were really pretty much the same.

I really liked how the wet ingredients looked.

So I whipped up some batter (best thing about waffles, aside from EATING THEM, of course, is how easy it is to make the batter), grabbed my brush that was probably marketed as a BBQ sauce-brushing brush but is now used solely for greasing my waffle iron because my mother doesn’t believe in PAM, and crafted this beauty:

Ain’t she purdy?

Sad, I know.  But still super tasty!  I think the problem with this batter is that the carrots (and there are a LOT of carrots.  I used three whole carrots, and the batter made just three waffles.  Granted, my waffle iron makes MASSIVEly thick waffles, but still.  You just ate one of my waffles?  You just ate a whole fuckin’ carrot.  BAM.  Healthy breakfast.) make the inside really soft.  I remember when I made pancakes, the outsides would get almost burnt, and the inside would still feel almost undone (but again, still extremely delicious.  My team won Best-Tasting Pancake for a reason).  This happened again with the waffles, so maybe next time I will try adding a tad fewer carrots (it’ll still be super healthy, I promise!) and see if that helps keep the waffle together.  The second time wasn’t so bad, though.


But then this happened:


Like I said, the waffle doesn’t stay together well…

The third attempt was really good, though ^_^

My brother ate most of the last waffle. He claimed he didn’t like it.

Lookie! I done made mahself a new dress!

Most of the time I actually enjoy being a bit on the short side.  Sure, most normal pants are a little too long for me and I should probably be shopping in the petites section, but with songs like these celebrating shortness, what’s not to like?  Also, it makes finding a tall(er) guy to be your boyfriend a lot easier.  And the only time I’ve been really mad that I’m short is during concerts where I’m far from the stage and everyone is standing up.  But an easy solution to that is having a tall boyfriend whose shoulders you can sit on, so most of the time, that shouldn’t be a problem.

Some articles of clothing can be really unflattering on a short-statured woman, though.  One thing on this Do Not Wear list is a maxi dress.  One thing I did is wear a maxi dress to my Senior Dinner.  It was a good choice for that one occasion, though, because it happened to be ridiculously cold that day.  Appropriately, I have never worn this maxi dress since.

Except for this picture.

I was going to do something BORING with it, like just cut it shorter and maybe add a little frill to the bottom, but I am really silly and have a lot of screenshots (this term is misleading because I am actually really really ridiculous and piece together little zoom window previews for a higher quality photo) of dresses I find on the intarwebz that I really like but that are too expensive (cost more than $10 =P) and look perhaps reasonable to make.

I found one that coincidentally had that stretchy waistband thing that my maxi dress had at the top, so I thought that was perfect.

“Floral Georgette Dress with Self Tie Straps”

So the hardest part (the stretchy waistband) was done for me (I promise I will make a dress TOTALLY from scratch at some point in my life), and all I really had to do was make a quick top and add a little jazz to the bottom.

I had plenty of fabric to work with, so I didn’t really bother measuring how much to cut off.  This is probably a very bad thing to do.  I just have a lot of false confidence in myself.

“I can cut this straight without any markings or a straightedge!” I said.

I then whipped out my trusty seam ripper because the dress’s skirt was in three pieces (also conveniently perfect for the width of my body!), and memories of all my mess-ups when making my Senior Prom dress came rushing back.  But ripping up seams isn’t too bad when you have badass music to listen to.

I realized halfway into seam-ripping that I could’ve made my life much easier by  just cutting up the fabric, but I have a fear of cutting fabric unless I REALLY have to (more cutting = more mess-ups.  See: above photo).  Plus the pieces really happened to be JUST right when I detached them.  And doing things the hard way builds character.

Making sure it was wide enough, not just wishful thinking

This dress sounds too easy, I know.  But with easy things come stupid mistakes.  At least, they do for bums like me.

Can you believe I did this as I was saying to myself “right sides together!”?

But it went pretty smoothly for a while, as I was shaping the top (essentially folding the top corners to make more room for my arms), and I even came up with this brilliant idea for pinning the top to the rest of the dress!  (Since the waistband was stretchy, to properly pin it to the top that I made, it needed to be stretched out.  Alternatively, I suppose I could have just stretched it out while I was sewing it to the top part, but I didn’t think I was badass enough to not use pins to keep everything in place.)

Meet my pillow mannequin.

I only had two more bad things happen before I completed my dress =D

The rest of the fabric I cut off from the bottom of my dress seemed long enough to make straps out of, so I cut two strips of an arbitrary width using the gaps in my hardwood floor to guide me in my quest to cut straight lines without any markings or a ruler.  The strips were a little narrow (maybe about an inch?), so it was a bit difficult to fold over and sew together using the normal straight stitch.  I opted for the zig-zag so that I wouldn’t have to hide the raw, cut sides of the fabric.  My mother told me that the zig-zag stitch prevents unraveling, so I kind of just folded both sides inwards (without having to worry about not revealing any raw edges).  I hope she knows her stuff.

There’s something really satisfying about making straps (or other little tie-things) like this.  I think that’s partly because it always ends up looking pretty decent, even if you don’t fold it perfectly all the way through or don’t sew completely straight.  Maybe.

See, I COULD have just bought some ribbon or something, but this is SO MUCH prettier. Right? … Right?

Yeah, I didn’t really finish the edges…  I decided I just wanted to knot them at the ends.  Also, this happened:

My sewing machine needs help feeding cloth through. I thought I would see how it fares with a bit more independence.

It’s so annoying to have to start sewing closer to the middle and then finish off the edges.  So I just didn’t.

I was pretty excited to finish the straps because then I could use a chopstick to push the straps through my top.  I think my mom uses a bobby pin when she’s making stretchy waistbands, and bobby pins are probably better because they have a clipping mechanism and they’re thinner.  But I’m extra fond of chopsticks.

The strap went through the back part fine.

chopsticks >>>>>>>>>> silverware

But not the front.

Why won’t it go in any further?!?!?!?!?!?!?

Ohhhhhhhhhh…. There’s no opening.

I didn’t really understand what was going on there, but I guess I just sewed the opening shut with the hanging leftover fabric on the edges.  So I had to cut it off.  Nerve-racking.

But it was a success!

The face of success.

Only thing left to do: some finishing touches on the skirt ^_^

I folded up the raw edge of my skirt extra wide for the hem; it needed to be a double-fold so that it wouldn’t unravel, and since the cloth is pretty thin, there would have been some ugly bulk at the hem if had made a smaller fold.  A wider fold makes for a smoother, less round and bulky edge.  But it’s easier to measure out a quarter-inch seam than a however-wide seam.  So I sewed a quarter-inch out from the edge even though the end of the fold was much farther than that.  It was ok, though, because it ended up doing this weird but cool flippy thing.

Doin’ flips ‘n’ shit.

And the totally not straight hemline doesn’t look too bad, either.

Not too shabby, eh?

But your dress is now probably, like, 2 inches shorter than it was before, you admonish.  Wasn’t the point to make it shorter?  Also the skirt is BORING.

You have no faith in me.

Boring, you say?  Well, I was going to just add a bit of frill to the end like the dress design I was going off of.  But we all know I never end up making dresses that look much like my models…

I rather like it.  I think I maybe would have preferred a swirly knot instead of a twisty bar thing, but that’s an easy fix if I ever want to make it.  Also, the twist makes it look a bit fancier than I intended, and it kind of clashes with the very casual self-tie straps.  OOPS.  I guess it doesn’t matter too much because I wear fancy dresses casually all the time, and often with a cardigan over everything.  But changing the straps is also another easy fix, if needed.  I have some extra fabric lying around…

All in all, I’d say this was a success.  Thus, I celebrated =D!  With some champagne…

…grapes!!!! =D =D =D =D =D

My Senior Prom dress cost me about 20, maybe 30, dollars.

That’s still kind of a lot, though, considering I generally only buy clothing that’s $10 or less.  I have splurged on a few items in my lifetime, however.  Of note are the following specimens:

This blazer was twice my usual single-item spending limit =/

We’re not going to talk about how much these cost me.

But I’m pretty sure you can’t really get a blazer or boots for under $10.  And I’ve been to many a clearance section, and the cheapest full-out prom dresses (I was aiming for intense my senior year) were at least $80.  So I think $30 was a good deal, especially since it didn’t come off of a cheap clearance rack.


I’m not exactly sure why I wanted to start sewing.  I guess I’ve always been a fan of DIY, since I was always the girl who hated group projects because I’m anal about everything (writing blog posts is an unnecessarily long, arduous process for me), and no one else ever did things right.  So I started off with simple things like reattaching buttons, sewing up holes, and other such minor repairs. Then I became a vain teenager who could never throw anything anyway, so I started tailoring loose shirts and patching up ripped jeans (these were not the “cool” types of rips).  Patching up jeans is pretty ineffective with just hand-stitching, so I asked my mom to teach me how to use her sewing machine.  I used it rather infrequently, so I’d always forget how to thread it >_<

As you can see, my sewing training is nonexistent.  I didn’t even know how to sew a straight line until I went through a quick quilting crash course halfway through my senior year, about three months before I decided I’m going to make myself a prom dress.  Right before Prom.  So that I would have to scramble to find an affordable dress if the whole making one thing didn’t work out.  But no matter; things always work out perfectly.  Because I’m perfect.  Of course.

But I am kind of a lucky bastard.

A good prom dress needs ribbing, and I still don’t know what I would have done if I hadn’t randomly found this:

Please forgive me for the quality/composition of this photo. I took it loooong before I ever thought about making a blog.

a few years prior in a closet no one really used (=full of everyone’s random crap).  (And, apparently, also crap of random people.  But it was a free dress, so I didn’t ask any questions.)  I think I originally thought about just sewing up the sides to make it smaller, as it was MUCH too big and I had found it during my tailoring phase, but that never happened.  I also wasn’t too motivated by the black top + long, not even full!, white skirt combo.   But the top had ribbing!  So I took it all apart (thank god for seam rippers!), cut out the back because I am fond of corset tops, and attached a bra because strapless bras = incessant awkward adjusting, and I was planning to be shaking it at the dance, not tugging.

The last pieces of cloth standing.

I knew I wanted a corset top and a full-bodied skirt, so with those specifications in mind, I Google’d “prom dresses”.  (How things ever work out the way I want them to baffles me.)

I saved a whole bunch of prom dress .jpegs onto my computer (that I still have, HA), but one particular one stood out because it looked less high maintenance, and I didn’t want to buy tons of tulle (which would add to the costs of my budget-but-awesome prom dress) or wear any (I still have memories of horrendously itchy, albeit supercute, dresses from my childhood).  But the more truthful reason for settling on my (more simpler) design was because I knew I had no idea what the hell I was doing, let alone how to make a poofy, full skirt.  And I thought this would be doable.

More doable than Leo in Titanic.

I just didn’t like the extended bodice, so I tried to imagine what it would look like with a shorter one.

This is my extremely crappy piecing-together-in Paint job. I didn’t even bother to use a legitimate photo editing software.

Like I said, I wanted a really full skirt.  And things always work out the way I want.

…But what I want sometimes changes.  Or, more precisely, I adjust my desires to be more adaptable to my environment/reality so that I don’t go insane from so much repeated disappointment.


I really didn’t know how to make a full skirt (with just one piece of cloth), and I actually still am not quite sure…  I think I just had it in my head that making REALLY large pleats would somehow create the effect so beautifully illustrated above, even though I knew pleats don’t really do much for volume.

So I just decided to wing it.

I magically made an essentially perfectly pleated skirt–large pleats, rested comfortably on my hips once wrapped around–after only the second try.  Then I used my SUPAR TAILORING SKILLZ to make a fitted bodice.

I was pretty happy with the result:

Not the fullest skirt, but I’ll take it!

I especially like the back :3

I tried stuffing this fake tutu thing I once bought from my local high school theatre’s costume sale fundraiser under the skirt to make it fuller, but it just ended up looking like this:

It actually looked worse (=more hilarious) than this.

But in actuality, I was REALLY REALLY REALLY pleased with my dress.  It is a really sloppy sewing job if you look at it closely, but this was my first legitimate sewing project, and I found a really good matching thread, so you’d have to look really closely to see the crappy stitches.  Mostly, people just saw this:

My husband/daughter/grandmother(?)/roommate and I dubbed ourselves Prom King and Queen, with the blessing of essentially our entire school. (Because people didn’t want a real contest because no one wanted to compete with our sexiness: Fact.)

And I most certainly have nothing bad to say about that.

I decided to make hummus and start this blog instead of exercising >_<

The worst thing in the world is feeling slightly drowsy at a reasonable hour of the night (=Normal People’s bedtime, perhaps even late by Normal People standards) only to find myself lying in bed with too many thoughts and ideas to fall asleep.  Since I’m usually severely sleep-deprived, anything over 10 minutes seems far far too long to be waiting for my brain to switch from alpha waves to theta.  But I suppose this one time wasn’t so bad because I started thinking about food blogs and web design and how I’d like to try out this blogging thing just for fun.  And I’m currently having a lot of fun =D

I realized that nearly everything I cook/bake/create nowadays comes from smitten kitchen or Brown Eyed Baker, so a blog about my food adventures wouldn’t be very interesting; I’d basically just be reblogging their posts, and I’m not going for a tumblr-type blog here.  (Note: I have nothing against tumblr; I just don’t want to be reblogging reblogged things with a string of likes attached to everything.  I actually don’t really want anyone to be reading this blog, except for a select few close family members and friends, SO STOP READING NOW IF YOU WEREN’T INVITED.  But really, I just thought it would be fun to put something pretty together on the internet that I can call my own.)

I realize this blog will be more or less abandoned during the school year, but I hope to pick it back up during Christmas Break, when I will be fer shur quilting my darling mother a quilt, and basically whenever I choose to sew over study.  Or make something that looks extra tasty, even in photograph form.


I made hummus earlier, but it wasn’t all that pretty.  Pretty tasty and pretty cool when I was scooping it out into a bowl, and it was this swirly pile of colloidal deliciousness, but not exactly photogenic…

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