And apparently, this needs to be put in here somewhere.
So go ahead:
I love lazy
Days where you roll out of bed mid morning
and spend the rest of, at home, doing absolutely nothing.
They are increasingly rare to come by these days,
which makes the odd day that the Baba & I can spend nurturing our inner sloth all the better.
I am aware that I have been missing a long time.
I was nursing a rather nasty concussion, effects of which I am still experiencing:
loss of concentration, as evident by the reduced Bejeweled high scores;
short term memory loss, as evident by my inability to harvest my Smurf crops on time;
I only have time for a quick post today.
And cupcakes are always a good place to start. 😉
My Godsis was confirmed last Sunday, and guess who was in charge of dessert?
Me! Me! Me!
I spent a week coming up with a design for the spread;
didn’t think that eating up lil’ Bibles and crosses was appropriate.
I’m a prude, I know.
I had a friend suggest a picture of Jesus on a cake: apparently it’s been done before. Go figure.
Once that was done, I spent weeks scouring various baking shops and the Internet for fondant / cookie cutters in the shape of sheep & doves; but I couldn’t find anything appropriate.
That, or it wouldn’t reach fast enough.
I ended up making all the doves and sheep out of rolled fondant.
I think it turned out beautifully, considering this was my first try shaping 3D decorations out of fondant. 🙂
Most Malaysians — or at least the ones that I know — have this misconception that Western cooking is difficult.
And it’s not just amateurs who won’t cook anything unless it came out of a box / packet;
I refer also to ladies who whip up mouth watering laksas, scrumptious curries, magnificent rendangs, etc.
They are quite reluctant to try their hand at cooking Western dishes;
and the excuse is usually that it looks too hard.
So they buy their roasts from the local supermarket;
add milk and water into their packet mac & cheese;
and stir minced meat into their bottled sauces.
Which shouldn’t be the case, because Western cooking is actually really simple. And straightforward.
Well, at least, the simple staple dishes are. 😉
The Nyonya for one appreciates the fact that she doesn’t need to pound and grind a-million-and-one spices before she actually starts cooking the dish.
So you may not be the next Gordon Ramsay;
and the spatially challenged — like me —may never present dishes that look like they came out from the French Laundry;
but you’ll never have to Q up to buy half price chicken roast at Tesco ever again!
Maybe that was just me and the Baba.
Every once in awhile, the NyonyaCelup gets a lil’ grandiose and thinks that she possesses the cooking & presentation skills of a fine chef.
It also doesn’t help that she stumbles onto blogs such as Mr. & Mrs. Eat A Duck’s — with their mouth-watering food & picture perfect photography — from time to time.
So it was only natural, when I decided to make about a dozen or so panna cottas earlier this week, that I’d look to them for inspiration
& attempt something that required less culinary skill, but equally stunning (visually).
The result were, predictably, disastrous.
For those of you who were wondering how my kasut manik is getting along:
I’ve been busy!
Macarons don’t bake themselves, obviously!