In Daring Bakers, Yeast Breads on December 28, 2010 at 8:25 pm
After packing my favorite measuring cup, a sieve, and a container filled with cocoa powder and sugar, we drove up to my grandparents’ house in the late afternoon of the 24th. We were going up to spend Christmas Eve with my mother’s side of the family, and this year, the meal was going to be completely homemade.
Christmas dinner at my grandparents’ had been catered for as long as I can remember. Preparing the meal was almost an impossible feat for my grandmother – she had my cousins to look after and a full house to take care of. It took time too, to prepare such a feast. It was the only catered food I consumed all year, and I never thought much of it. Read the rest of this entry »
In Daring Bakers, Tarts/Pies on November 27, 2010 at 7:22 pm
Ever since starting my food blog, I’ve become interested in the preparation of food. By the time six o’clock rolls around and my parents are in the kitchen making dinner, I hover behind them. On days they are cooking with onions, I can’t help but stir the thin, translucent layers as they bubble in a fragrant coat of olive oil, turning crisp and brown at the edges. And if they are frying a cut of beef, I’m always standing nearby, inhaling the scent of butter wafting up from the pan.
Since the weather is finally cooling down, we’re enjoying hearty, satisfying stews made by my mother while I’m away at school. I can’t help her when I’m gone, but after coming home and recounting my day to her, the first words to inevitably slip out from between my lips are, “What’s for dinner?” Read the rest of this entry »
In Daring Bakers, Yeast Breads on November 5, 2010 at 9:30 am
Most days, I bake in solitude, free from thoughts of school and homework. Our tiny kitchen is bathed in golden sunshine when I come home from school, tired and in need of a break. It beckons me, inviting, and I’m happy to oblige and tie the stained, checkered apron around my waist. As I scoop flour out of the bin and set out cubes of butter to soften to just the right temperature, I’m kept company by the kitchen’s soul.
It has personality; it’s a friend whom I can communicate with without the disruption of words. I am familiar with all of its quirks – the way the oven preheats in minutes I can count on one hand, though it runs a little hot. The gentle creak of the oven door opening before a rush of warm heat washes over my face. And the comforting hue of the oatmeal colored counter top, complete with dark rings of coffee stains and and the occasional stray crumb. No room is more familiar to me than this one, the kitchen which I’ve learned to love over the past year. No longer is it a place I wander into for a quick drink of ice cold water, or to pull out from the first drawer four sets of forks and knives on my way to set the dinner table. I’ve spent some of my happiest times in there, elated and grinning widely when a recipe turns out just right, and the most frustrating, tear-inducing moments I’ve lived through. But all of these moments are spent alone, until I share them with my family, and then here, on my blog. Read the rest of this entry »
In Cakes, Daring Bakers, Frostings and Icings, Ice cream on August 28, 2010 at 8:31 am
“If only”. . . The sound of a wish in a pair of words.
It didn’t occur to me how rapidly summer is dwindling to an end until early this morning. I was on the couch, happily flipping through a cookbook, when my sister pointed it out.
“There are only 12 days of vacation left”, she had said, her voice full of dread. The filtered morning sunlight that had danced across my limbs, causing the metal on my watch to scintillate in its light, gradually faded away, leaving the room as gloomy as my thoughts. It couldn’t be. Just last week (or so it seemed), I walked home from school, my heart full with the prospects of summer. I’d left my last middle school report card lying on the dinning room table to go outside and spend some time with my friends, absorbing each and every second of the newly granted freedom I had obtained. Time must be playing with my mind. It’s passing as slowly as honey dripping off a spoon, and rushing by faster than the second hand around the clock. I tried to push the thought of school away, and enjoy the cookbook in my hands. If only we had more time, more vacation. Read the rest of this entry »
In Cakes, Daring Bakers, Ice cream on July 27, 2010 at 6:23 pm
As I sit here at the computer typing this month’s Daring Baker’s post, my ice cream cakes have not yet been assembled, and my ice cream maker has just finished churning out a batch of lemon ice cream. I’ve had 2 failed attempts at making a swiss roll, and used up the last bit of parchment paper, which I realize I badly need. I’m running late this July.
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In Chocolate, Daring Bakers on June 27, 2010 at 11:57 pm
Before I started blogging, I would always turn to the same recipes when I was asked to bake something. The same chocolate cookies, the same lemon bars, and the same chocolate cupcakes. There was no doubt that theses recipes got worn out after some time, but they were “tried-and-true”, so I stuck with them. I hadn’t yet been exposed to the wonderful world of food blogs, bursting with recipes and creativity, so it was no surprise that the said recipes made a frequent appearance at our house. Eventually, I did tire of them, and I decided that it was time to thoroughly explore the “blogosphere” in hope that I would find new recipes to keep me busy.
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In Daring Bakers on May 27, 2010 at 5:57 pm
As spring creeps by and summer slowly sneaks up on us, everyone at school becomes impatient for the long summer days that are soon to come. Barbecues, grills, the 4th of July. . . No one feels like doing homework or studying for exams, let alone sit for hours on end in a hot, stuffy classroom, listening to the teacher drone on and on in a monotonous voice about the importance of balancing equations. No one wants to take pop quizzes or unexpected tests because the teachers have suddenly realized that they have not recorded enough grades in their grade book. Read the rest of this entry »