Pretzel Bites

I’m back! It’s been a few weeks, since I posted anything, but I haven’t forgotten my you all or my love of desserts I’ve actually been baking this whole time. Just not writing. Writing is tough. You have to be in the right mood and have free time, all at the same time. Because I bake more than I write, I’m posting all the recipes I’ve been working on since my last post. This is how I’ll do things in the future too. That way you get to see more delicious food and I get to show off my new favorite recipes.

The past few weeks have been great. I finally submitted my Psychiatry residency application to programs last week. I’m still early in the process, but I’ve already gotten three interview invites to programs I’m really interested in attending. Invites peak in early to mid October though. I’m hoping to go on at least 8 interviews, so I have to prioritize programs. You can imagine how expensive traveling to places all of the U.S. can be. Plus most of them prefer if you attend the pre-interview day dinner, so you have to pay for a hotel as well.

 

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Pretzel bites with spicy aioli

You know that I bake and am in medicine already. At least, I’d hope so since you’re here and I mentioned both in this post, already. But you may not have known that I really enjoy writing. I’m a fan of anything that allows me to create things from nothing. I’m an ideas kind of guy. It’s one of the things that draws me to dessert making. I love creating unique flavors and tinkering with classic techniques and recipes.

I’ve been writing poetry a lot this last year. I write on whatever comes to mind. I have some stuff about life as a medical student, some stuff about interesting patients I’ve encountered, and a lot of stuff about life in general. Recently, one of my poems was accepted into a minor creative writing journal, which is great. Anyone who writes knows how frustrating it can be when you’re constantly receiving rejections. It really does have a way of beating the life out of you.

 

 

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Triple Chocolate Cupcakes

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To celebrate my poem’s acceptance, this post is poetry centric. I’m going to post some of my recent, favorite poems that I’ve written. These poems are inspired by my favorite comic book superhero, Static. He’s a lesser known hero who had an amazing cartoon in the late 90s. He also has a pretty big fan-base, but due to licensing issues DC doesn’t use him much. What’s special about Static? Aside from the fact that he is a Black, teenage crime fighter who flies on a garbage lid charged with electricity and has hilariously witty jokes, he’s a dread-headed honors student who grew up in inner-city Dakota. Despite the lameness of his home-state, there was nothing lame about Static. Black kids related to Static in a way that wasn’t seen before or since. His storylines dealt with real topics like gang violence, friends with racist parents, and the struggles of a teenager. DC is bringing him back for season 3 of their show “Young Justice”, so Static can finally get his shine.

Enjoy these poems! Also, one last thing. I’m working on pies and pastries right now. I’m incredibly close to having the perfect apple pie. It’s on the tip of my tongue. My pie crust and filling are perfect. I just need to get a few more attempts to get it to come together perfectly. Be on the lookout for it!

 

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Sipping Chocolate

Static Shock

When I touch your sternum,
I can short circuit your SA node like pressing pause on Street Fighter
or cause each cardiac cell to beat wild and spontaneously.
Either way blood is stiller than a deer carcass devoured by buzzards
and coagulates thick and pungent like the Ganges River.

When our hands embrace,
your palms will burn whiter than Fourth of July charcoal
and the backs will burn blacker than lumps emerging from the mines,
blacker even than the lungs that dig them out.

I can make your hands lie motionless
as your heart screams through your ribs to run
and your legs become stone pillars weathered by storm.

Fear clogs arteries like butter.
Spreads like it too.

Static Chronicles

i.

White kryptonite left
on granite countertops summon
Superman’s last breath.

His heavy head slips
to white carpet, bounces like
bowling balls and lies

cold, glossy, and red like

unattended five
month olds from Queen beds. Children
adapt to solitude.

Pine is a lovely
tree isn’t it? Perfect for
climbing higher and

lying lower.

ii.

Lightning strikes a toad
on a lily blossom,
toad kabob bobs.

Head slumped back, tongue out,
a fly lands on taste buds, but
only faint muscle

twitches can be felt.
Fortune goes unrewarded.
Awe strikes like lightning.

Captivates briefly,
brings us into its sanctum.

iii.

Summer heat storms melt
complicit pavement, smearing
red ant thoraxes

in cracks. Step on one
break five backs and one spinal
chord. That’s a vicious case

of sciatica
tormenting gunpowder bones.
Tempers don’t subside

with age. They just hide
in atrophied brain spaces
awaiting dementia.

 

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Ingredients

¾ cup of milk
1 tbs vinegar
3 cups bread flour
1 packet instant yeast
1 tbs sugar
1 tsp salt
2 tbs melted butter
1 egg
1/4 cup of baking soda

 

Directions

  1. Combine milk and vinegar in a medium bowl.
  2. Combine flour, yeast, sugar, and salt in a large bowl.
  3. Beat the egg and butter into the milk mixture.
  4. Combine the liquid mixture with the dry mixture until a kneadable dough is formed. When mixing, the dough should begin to form ball of dough if mixing by hand.  If the dough is too dry to form a ball, add water 1 tsp at a time until proper consistency is attained.
  5. Flour the working surface and dough, then knead the dough for about 10 minutes.
  6. Let the dough rise for about 1 and a half hours. The dough should double in size.
  7. Flatten the dough then form into balls or pretzel shapes.
  8. Preheat oven to 450 F.
  9. Add baking soda to 6 cups of water then bring to a boil.
  10. Dip pretzels in water for 5-10 seconds each.
  11. Coat with an egg wash (1 egg+ 1 tbs of water) and sprinkle seasalt over the top.
  12. Bake for 12-15 minutes, or until desired texture is reached.