I have taken a fancy to “cake fakery”. Yes, you heard me right. Even in something as creative and rewarding as baking, you sometimes hit a dead end. It’s similar to a writer’s block – the ideas are all there but you just can’t pen it down.
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I am done with reading health articles, really. Before looking at pictures of fruits, flat abs and a measuring tape on a page, I pause for a moment and wonder if I should continue. These articles never end on a positive note. And it’s not the question of “truth hurting”. How is refraining yourself from all the good things in life true?
Now there is a new theory doing the rounds. Apparently your cholesterol intake has nothing to do with the cholesterol in your body. Thank you very much for flouting this idea after years of banishing butter! The information overload on health is unwarranted and people really have to calm down.
I’ve been alive and well; very well in fact. A vacation back home can do so much to you. It felt surreal to unpack and pack again in your own home, where you spent years together building memories. I really didn’t want to come back. But like a wise friend once put it – life is not always a rosy picture.
I missed baking though, so much! I guess I compensated by eating. I might’ve gained at least a few pounds. But I’m not guilting – I ate everything I wanted to eat and then I had the recurring epiphany as always: nothing quite makes me as happy as food.
This is the first time in six months I’ve taken such a long break from my blog. Blogging rule #1 says never to ignore your ardent followers for too long. I have been absent for a few days, I know and I have a genuine explanation. I was fever bound and stepping into the kitchen was not an option. Continue reading
I’ve never really spoken about my love for Indian sweets here. I grew up in a house where ghee (clarified butter), sugar and dry fruits were used in abundance. I’d go to heaven and come back with just the waft of cashewnuts and almonds being tempered in a dollop of unctuous, melting ghee. There was no room for miserliness in the kitchen.
And July is also coming to an end. Is it just me or is time really on some mission to travel at the speed of a bullet train? I’m sitting by the window, looking at this sparrow perched on a power line, my brain practically drawing a blank and then out of nowhere I wake up and start working on my excel sheet for next month, of things to do, what to bake and ingredients to buy.
I’ve never been quite so stressed about baking a cake before. This one brought a side out of me that I didn’t know existed. My prep for baking this cake was amazing; I sorted out the ingredients, measured them out and kept them aside the previous night, left all the equipment I needed on the counter so that I didn’t have to waste time looking for one during baking and I even finished a couple of elements the day before, so that I had all the time to assemble the cake.
I was at the market the other day to buy vegetables. I was looking for my usual suspects – my pushy spinach guy who always tries to trick me into buying other things along with spinach, my-sweet-talker-salad-guy, who sweet talks me into spending a few hundred bucks on him, my big-hearted tomato-onion guy, who for some reason always gives me onions and tomatoes at a cheaper price (I don’t bargain)and then I also have my exotic fruits guy; if I am looking to buy seasonal fruits, he’s the man I count on.
It’s time to celebrate! I finally registered my domain name – yes, doughmydear is henceforth technically exclusive and untouchable. When Pavan and I were racking our brains for a blog name that is relevant to everybody, catchy and more importantly, synonymous to baking, several ideas were whizzing across at the speed of a lightning bolt – some good, some not very and some, extremely lame.
The name suggestions happened over a course of 2-3 days and one night, Pavan very unexpectedly, blurted out “doughmydear.” A childhood rather blaringly influenced by The Sound of Music had to manifest itself in some way and so it did. Thanks Pavan, for all those wonderful summers you spent with your cousins watching the film, again and yet again.
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.