I probably shouldn’t admit this because it’s weird and embarrassing, but I have this fantasy that I’ll someday meet a handsome Prince Charming in the grocery store. I even told someone once that I think it would be so romantic to be proposed to there. Like casual Sunday shopping with your BF and he spontaneously drops down on one knee in front of the produce and pops the question?!
Come onnnnn.
If I ever expect this dream to come true, I should probably a) pick a grocery store other than Shoppers, where Baltimore’s finest unite and b) stop going grocery shopping straight from the gym when I’m sweaty and have my hair in a rat’s nest and would likely judge any boy who would find me attractive in that state.
On Tuesday when I was there after the gym looking disgusting, a random man looked at me wide-eyed. “Where’d you run here from, New Jersey?”
Why yes, sir, I did. And I plan on running back, pushing my grocery cart along with my bulging muscles. Keep your eyes to yourself.
In reality, I sheepishly said “no…” and ran away. And checked out with what was in my grocery cart, list forgotten.
Hence these scallion pancakes. I already had everything, and you probably do too.
Scallion Pancakes
makes 6, from Globetrotter Diaries
2 cups all purpose flour
1 cup hot water
salt
1 bunch scallions, thinly sliced
vegetable oil
Mix the flour and hot water, starting with a fork then kneading with your hands. It takes a little while to come together.
Roll into a ball and let rest, covered with a damp towel for a half hour or so.
Separate into six even sections, and roll each flat into a rectangle.
Brush with oil and sprinkle with salt and scallions.
Roll each one tightly, then into a spiral with the end tucked under.
Using a rolling pin, gently roll it out until about 1/4 inch thick. You don’t want to roll it too much or the layers will stick together and it won’t be flaky.
Cook in a little bit of oil for a minute or two on each side.
Thin, flaky, crispy. I fried an egg to put on top, then added more scallions.
Then I had another one for my imaginary exercising, grocery shopping loving boyfriend.
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