Sunday evening, I had plans to try my hands at another experiment. I was almost done, till I cracked the egg and realised that it was softboiled and not raw. This is what happens when one lives in Japan and does not read, write, or speak nihongo.
Plan B was string beans . Just stir fried. Thats when I remembered I had some pine nuts in the cupboard. I stirfried the string beans with the pine nuts , adding some of my rose sugar 2 minutes before I took the pan off the heat. The beans were juicy and crunchy and after crunching on some pine nuts, I could not figure why I have not used them in my cooking so far. Back when we were in Islamabad, we gorged on pine nuts, or chilgoza as they are called there. Am glad though that I did use them this time and I guess they are going to make regular appearance on this blog.
Plan B was string beans . Just stir fried. Thats when I remembered I had some pine nuts in the cupboard. I stirfried the string beans with the pine nuts , adding some of my rose sugar 2 minutes before I took the pan off the heat. The beans were juicy and crunchy and after crunching on some pine nuts, I could not figure why I have not used them in my cooking so far. Back when we were in Islamabad, we gorged on pine nuts, or chilgoza as they are called there. Am glad though that I did use them this time and I guess they are going to make regular appearance on this blog.
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