I am bringing back one of my old favourites, that’s right. Ever since I introduced the DIY column in my blog, I realized that there are people like me in the world, who don’t mind taking the extra effort to make something at home, if it means that it will save them plenty of money. And let’s face it, the joy you get, to feel and taste the fruits of your effort is something else, it eggs you to make more things and save more money, money from your precious baking budget.
So I rummaged my archives to find the recipe for an all-butter puff pastry for you. I use it ever so often, I mention it at least a dozen times in my other posts, so it’s only fair I give you a step by step, detailed instructions on how to make your own puff pastry at home.
The French love to bake their fruits. A dash of sugar is sprinkled over plums or pears, a knob of butter is haphazardly stuck on the fruits and then it is baked in the oven for a good one hour. The dish is then served with some crème fraiche on the side. As simple as simple can get.
As a child, I was a wanderer. I wanted to be a dancer and I forced my mother to enroll me for dance classes. A few days went by, I started missing classes and then I stopped going altogether. Soon, someone told me that I have a great voice and that I should do something about it. I started taking singing lessons and just to prove a point to my mother I lasted a few good days but that eventually came to an end too.
After watching too many videos of Freddie Mercury playing the piano, I had this incredible urge to let my fingers dance on a piano but that never happened. And then it was sketchbooks and paintbrushes, I drew and painted like the earth was soon going to be doomed by an impending apocalypse. I somehow managed to phase out art too.
I am out and out a lemon person. I like it in my drinks or as a condiment with Indian food – a yellow dal curry with freshly squeezed lemon juice is consumed by the bucket with hot rotis just off the stove. So lemons are a necessity in my kitchen.
I got introduced to the world of real fantasy rather late in life. As a kid, I grew up reading Enid Blyton, Hans Christian Andersen and little anecdotes from Hindu mythology and that was my world of fantasy. And all of a sudden, I was 17 surrounded by peers talking about fantasy books that were unheard of by me.
I felt uninformed and negligent. So I wanted to catch up with what I had been missing out on and I was introduced to a whole new world of fantasy, thanks to a few friends, you know who you are.
Owning a dessert blog means refrigerator full of sweet things every single day. I mean, there are just two of us at home after all. After consuming some of it ourselves and sending some to Pavan’s office, there are still leftovers.
So I am extremely happy when friends come over and everything is polished off; morsels of grasshopper pie were left and my watermelon ice-pops were devoured, much to their nonexistence.
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