ice-what?

and of course, a day is never really ever complete without ice cream!

now here in little ol' Singapore, ice cream parlours a springing up and selling their franchises before you can say 'ice-what?' of course its understandable: we are literally summer all year long with the humidity simply waiting to be conquered by a little cup of ice cream. i am a cup person of course, not really a cone person. melted ice cream on a cone completely defeats the fact that we are trying to beat the humidity and the heat (stickiness does not go well with both). and according to some of the best gelato/gelati makers, gelato/ice cream should not be eaten in a cone! so there!



ice cream with the boyfriend yesterday was perfect! yum. we patronise a few ice cream parlours (too) regularly, and of the few, one near his place which serves amazing and unique variety. we had the lychee martini (my favourite) and coconut this time round :)

i simply love this picture! doesn't it seem like it is a huge-ass bathtub filled with icecream next to a road? double yum. its all about perspectives, my dear!

Le tout premier

yes, the very first off the really good cookbook that i just bought:

korova cookies.

after raiding the bake supply store of the basics, i got set to making these cookies which sounded really promising. (ahem. and also because i realised that i completely forgot to buy eggs (so much for raiding the store) and it was the only egg-less recipe)

the result, a brownie in a cookie. a really thin cookie! all the goodness of a brownie backed into a thin slice! yum.

i love my butter cubed! (cept i get lazy about 99% of the time)

baby choc korova's baking away!

nothing too extravagant, something for the family. i would suppose that this is completely dunkable, oreo style, except that i will have to work on the texture. wayyyy too crumbly.

voila!

Vierge

First postings are always a little tricky. like they say, first impression counts.

I have many loves in life - the family, baking, baking and of course baking. Growing up at my granny's place involved a lot of flour, a lot of sugar, a lot of eggs, and of course a huge load of fascination which has since evolved into passion. A stint at a local hotel in my (not-so) later years then continued to fan the flames.

During the period in london, my love of baking experienced a sudden death. I would like to blame it on the fact that:

1) i had no oven in halls
2) i didn't know where the local baking supply stores were
3) o, there's that essay i haven't done yet

all very pathetic excuses. mais, since coming back, the love for baking has returned (among many others) and hence the blog. this is personal. a collection of stuff that will remind me of the huge-ass variety of food i was brought up on when i'm away from home, the amazing things that grandma taught me and of course, for me to look at the stuff i've ever made (just in case the laptop gets stolen again)

and of course, for my love of food.



if by accident, someone stumbles on this blog, and thinks i'm being pretentious by dropping french all over, please know that i'm a beginner at the language and need to practice in any avenue i can find.