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Pesto and baking

Yes sometimes I do get bored and lonely watching Olympics, especially during the afternoon. So what I do is either eat (something, surprisingly, I'm doing very little. Which is BAAAD) or bake.

And for this week I've settled with baking and along the way, found out I made too much and pizza became our dinner too for that night. Oh and I made pizza from scratch!

The day before pizza baking, I made pesto.

I used it as a base for my pizza (the icky greenish tinge) and bro kinda hated it so for my second pizza I used tomato paste as the base. For that pizza (forgot to take a photo of that) my brother requested for second helpings heheh.

Eh but my pesto wasn't disgusting. Other than my brother (The da sao ye pfft), everyone else enjoyed it =D 

Had left over pesto so I mixed it with angel hair pasta and a handful of toasted pine nuts and it was yummy!

Yea it's green and looks bland but trust me it's yummy! But then again the next time I make it I would probably add some meat.

A refreshing change from the tomato sauce pasta and carbonara.

After making pizza dough, I find myself in the mood of kneading so the next day, with the left over yeast from  pizza making and 2 years old yeast found in the obscure corner of the fridge (lucky haven't expire haha), I made white bread!

Like a bread fresh from the oven in a bakery ;)

Really enjoyed kneading and punching the dough in the living room while watching Olympics XD And the process of making bread, waiting for the yeast to multiply and for it to rise really fills your house with the bakery smell. Hmm~

Homemade bread. Makes me feel like making homemade Nutella to eat with it.

On another note, Olympics is ending tonight T.T By tomorrow there will a hollowness in my heart that can only be filled 4 years later at the Rio Olympics.

Another leng lui I spotted at yesterday's High Jump finals =Q

Airine Palsyte from Lithuania

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  1. omg all these looks freaking good! i wanttt!! make for meeeeee

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