Tuesday, April 21, 2009

did you say Korean for dinner tonight?




















Yesterday being my turn to host P and R for dinner last night, I decided - since we are all almost acclimatising to R's pescetarainism - to cook (a variation of) Soondubu Chigae (Tofu Stew) and Dok Pokki (however you spell that- Korean rice cakes in sweet sauce). And since my ever M-I-A flatmate was at home yesterday, it made sense to cook bigger portions.

So 2nd attempt on the Tofu Stew turned out really well, but could do with more chili powder :D and as for the Korean rice cakes- the recipe i found online turned out to be simple and idiot-proof. We were all stuffed by the time we polished off everything and according to the flatmates, those little rice cakes kept 'growing' in his stomach. Not the most ideal dish when you are trying to go on a diet really!

Apologies for the crappy photos- my camera battery was running low, so everything had to be snappy :(

Friday, April 17, 2009

but then she's never looked at me that way before
















Disney is truly wonderful. Yes. I think if there's anything that's better then baking, its disney- disneyland, disney movies, disney songs - the works. It is my happy place I guess.. it gives a hope and a chance to escape into this whole new world where maybe, true love can exist.

Dinner was with P and R tonight.. and P made the most amazing potato and mushroom pie (the photos I took didn't do it justice, so I shall have to wait for her to make another one) complete with couscous and salmon.

I've been overthinking things lately - and though I would like to attribute it to too much studying, I suspect its a combination of the weather, claustrophobia and the recent turn of events. Not a lethal combination, but still one enough to get me all mixed up inside.

It's difficult to know if you've found the one, or if you've let go of someone whom you thought was the one. People you thought you knew may suddenly pull a Jekyll-Hyde on you. Regret, in the decisions you've taken in life, may weigh and join the huge pile of emotional baggage everyone carries with them.

Deliberations, considerations, pacing between choices. Sometimes life gets tiring, but that's life innit?

But, seeing P and R (and listening to tons of Disney propaganda) tonight made me realise that love is out there and will find you somehow.

Yes, its the look in the eyes that gives everything away. Love.

Till then, I guess some re-ordering of life is in order. You never really know if you can or already have moved on, nostalgia can be pretty tricky sometimes - pulling a cover over most of the blue spots.

Maybe there's no space or time for regret. Decisions made must stay that way. So instead of longing for something long gone, or playing the blame game and being a plain ol' nasty bitch, I should just let things go. As they should be.

'And I'll take with me the memories
To be my sunshine after the rain
' - Boyz II Men

Monday, April 13, 2009

Full circle
















first cake i baked in London, 3 years ago.
i think listening to disney songs makes my mind wander. a lot.
focus hocus pocus!

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

petit dejeuner, dejeuner et diner




















You know you're in Paris when you walk into any patisserie or boulangerie and buy yourself possibly the best anything you've ever tried. The boulangerie just outside the hostel the friends and I stayed at had the most amazing financier I've ever tried.

But of course, the only reason we were in Paris (apart from disneyland, of course) was to have Macarons- arguably a Parisian invention. Having already had the Laduree macarons when I came with S two years back, it was time I tried the Ispahan at Pierre Herme that EVERYONE had been raving about.

So, after getting wrong directions from a rather cute looking guy, and a walk down an endless row of shops, I found heaven! The Ispahan lived up to every expectation that had been building up within me through my endless ploughing of foodie websites. And that's not all, the little macarons that they had were amazingly delicate with intense (not overpowering) flavours that danced and intermingled to perfection.

Oh! and of course we had to return to get an Ispahan each for the trip back home.

How the Parisians have only 3 meals a day I cannot comprehend.
If I lived there, even 5 wouldn't suffice.