Chix Puff

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Touch-up sikit....

Fresh from the oven..

I made this yesterday for breakfast. Recipe courtesy of FnR cari.com.my. Nice, crispy and crunchy though over-baked.

Comments

Baiduri said…
Nyamannya chix puff ya Nor. Makin kitak mdh crispy makin ingin kamek. Inti manokkah Nor? Cubalah resipi di sitok. Thx.
July 27, 2009 at 9:01 PM
Nur68 said…
Intinya sosej manok jak...u should try, as easy as abc..ehheheh..kamek ada upload rah FnR juak...under puff pastry gia lah...kulit nya makei roti prata Kartz jak, ada 6 igek dlm ya...cuba jak, x nyesal,..org di rumah belalak dah..mintak polah agik...hehehe
August 3, 2009 at 3:09 PM
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