Macaron lah Day 3: Flying to the moon and back sans feet…

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Lunar Macarons

And it’s one small step for macarons, and one giant step for erratic temperamental French pastries.

Image taken with the new iPad, edited with Snapseed
— waaaaay easier to use than iPhoto, and it was free! 

Again, no feet.
And this time, the surface of my macaron shells is as bumpy as the moon.
sigh

My guess is that I underbeat my meringue and it was a very humid day so the skins didn’t form as they should.

No matter, David Lebovitz did make his seven times before he got them right.

Though we do have a lot of ice cream in the fridge right now…

Love, The NyonyaCelup

* Read more about Project Macaron-lah here. 😉

Macaron lah Day 2: The curious case of the cracked macarons…

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Macaron lah Day 2: The curious case of the cracked macarons…

The NyonyaCelup has started experimenting with the 5 MP camera of her new iPad as well as the iPhoto app.
Unless stated so, all pictures taken with said camera and edited with said app — except for the addition of frames & text, which iPhoto doesn’t seem to support.

The macaron project on The NyonyaCelup will henceforth be referred to as: Macaron lah.

The choice of terminology is pretty simple.

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The curious case of the exploding macarons…

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Sacré bleu.

And the macarons went *boom*

Class, this is why one should never feed your macarons before popping them in the oven.

The picture is pretty self explanatory.

This wasn’t my first time making these tricky lil’ French buggers.
And honestly, this isn’t the first disaster I’ve had with them either.
But this really is the first time I’ve had them explode, quite literally.

Perhaps the oven was a wee bit too hot.

They still tasted good all the same
— once you got past scraping them off the parchment paper.

Love, The NyonyaCelup

Since we’re on a birthday roll… (Baking awesome vanilla cupcakes!)

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Since we’re on a birthday roll… (Baking awesome vanilla cupcakes!)

So I started working with rolled fondant for the first time during my birthday.

As is evident by her posts — how ever little there may be — the NyonyaCelup is a very lazy cook.
She also has a fondness for speaking in the third person.

It would then be only natural, that I store-bought my fondant, instead of making it from scratch.
Honestly lar, show of hands: how many of you actually make your own rolled fondant, eh?
I was recommended a (relatively) big pail from Satin Ice by my friendly neighbourhood supplies shop, which really is rather big.
SIDENOTE: If you live in Malacca, you absolutely MUST swing by Baker’s Choice in Batu Berendam. Otherwise, Chang Tung in the Klang Valley area remains a traditional favourite.

If you’ve ever worked with fondant before, you will know that there really is only so much you can use to cover a cake.
Unless you go on a decoration overload.
So I was left with half a tub, or so, of white fondant; and little blobs here and there in various other colours.

What was I to do but to go on another impulsive baking-decorating spree.

Enter The Ultimate Vanilla Cupcake, courtesy of The Cupcake Project.
I’ve linked Stef in my Blogroll, but because I know none of you ever read it, I’ve linked her again above. 

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Happy (Belated) Birthday to Me-eeeee…

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Happy (Belated) Birthday to Me-eeeee…

Having spent the last 5-odd years of my life in Malacca,
I have had the pleasure of eating various mind numbingly delicious foods which would have otherwise been unheard of in other parts of Malaysia.
Whether the same can be said for the other states — especially for our separated sister up North — is debatable, but let’s keep it in Malacca for now, ok? 😉

One such food / dessert is sugee (pronounced soo-G, as opposed to su-gy) cake — which has its roots as a local Kristang dessert.

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Regina Cæli ♥ Mary, Queen of May ♥

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Regina cæli, lætare, alleluia:
Quia quem meruisti portare, alleluia,
Resurrexit, sicut dixit, alleluia,
Ora pro nobis Deum, alleluia.
Queen of Heaven, rejoice, alleluia:
For He whom you did merit to bear, alleluia,
Has risen, as He said, alleluia,
Pray for us to God, alleluia.

Regina Coeli (Edited)

If you’re Catholic, apparently, you should know that the month of May is devoted to our Holy Mother, Mary.

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Ode to Gastroenteritis (Code Name: Project Yoghurt)

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Ode to Gastroenteritis (Code Name: Project Yoghurt)

Gastroenteritis… GASTROENTERITIS! Oh, how I have missed using such professional-sounding terms!

gastroenteritis
gastro- meaning stomach; entero- meaning small intestine; -itis meaning inflamed; meaning stomach + small intestine + inflammed = diarrhoea and/or vomiting

It can be caused by an assortment of reasons, but that’s really not the right kind of conversation to start before a cooking class.

Yoghurt, besides being an unbelievably yummy and versatile ingredient in the kitchen, is also incredibly healthy.
Besides packing a punch in the vitamin & mineral department (think calcium, potassium, and an assortment of B-vitamins),
there are studies (somewhat) proving that regular consumption can help reduce blood pressure, as well as reduce the overall duration of an affliction of acute gastroenteritis — ta-dah!

Having said that, most of us are satisfied with the tubs of factory-made yoghurt that we can grab off the supermarket shelves
— but it doesn’t have to be that way.

You’ll be surprised at how (super duper) easy it is to make your own yoghurt at home.
Without needing one of those fancy-schmancy kits.

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The Olive Tree

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The Olive Tree

Blessed Easter, everyone!

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So, I’m a little late; because technically, Easter proper (or Easter week) ended three Sundays ago — we’re in the 4th week of Easter, in case anyone was counting. But then again, technically, we still have a few more Sundays of Easter-tide before Pentecost, no?
Since you last heard from me on Holy Thursday, I was forced to buy a brand new iPad 2 — I dropped mine and broke its gawd-awfully impractical glass screen in four different places, only to be told by the local evangelists that they don’t replace broken iPad screens, just in case anyone was wondering — only to have the latest iOS 5.1 update brick it. To add insult to the injury, iTunes INSISTED on re-downloading the entire update before it allowed me to restore Lambda2.1 — what I call my iPad 2, again if anyone was wondering — PLUS, my carrier’s arrested development kept throttling my speed in the region of 90 kBps — not very funny considering it’s a 750+ MB file — a speed of which should have be made illegal after the death of dial-up! <– Only in Malaysia, people! After a week of dancing with such abysmal broadband speeds, I had to resort to travelling down to Kiaseeland to download the confounded file via my Singaporean hotel’s in-house internet service; and no, it wasn’t on the house. Even so, I still needed to re-restore Lambda’s original settings — a grand total of five times, usually in the middle of in these wee hours — because the new update & him were yet to become good friends.
It’s all good now, though: I threatened to can him for the New iPad and all was restored in iOS-Land. I still traded up with the New iPad though, and The Baba gets a brand new iPad 2. It was a win-win situation. *glee* Back to the belated Easter greeting…

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For reasons unknown, I have been thinking of olives since Easter — or Holy Week, to be more exact.
Spilt over a sub, or sprinkled generously across a pizza, they are the closest that one can get to pickled culinary perfection.

How convenient then, that I happen to have an olive tree in my garden! 🙂

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Keep Calm and Carry On

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This lil’ piece of British government World War II propaganda is, by now, perhaps one of the most blogged / printed / parodied to death subjects:

Keep Calm and Carry On

I'm more famous than the monarchy!
That was, till Katie came along —

If only subsequent governments worldwide could replicate its (albeit belated) success on issues like public health care, disease prevention, etc — one can only dream.

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