Foccacia Attempt #1

Olive and Rosemary

It’s rather scary how much olive oil goes into a foccacia. Add that to the list of things we’re better off not knowing >.<

 

wow that was fast.

Yay! I’m on culturepush! Do take a look there, but please skip the first few lines about my educational background, didn’t realise they would actually copy that from my CV, I sound like a really obnoxious and arrogant prick @_@ but I gotta say, they do work very fast in getting these posts up, I only just sent them my stuff 36 hours ago.

 

Gallivantry, pedantary, luxury, and how I am clogging my artery.

All in Hong Kong whilst staying over at my cousin’s apartment.

 

gateux attempt no. 6

I just attended an espresso workshop last night in town, were we spent 4 hours just pulling shots and learning to steam milk for cappucini and latte, and of course making the cool swirly patterns on the top of the cup. Having drunk most of our end products, the result was a brain swimming in caffeine.  Inability to sleep was a given, therefore I decided to devote my time to shutter-gushinging my newest baby in the fridge instead.

Blackforest cake frosted with chocolate ganache, studded with chocolate meringue batons.

 

the level of satisfaction derived from the scene depicted below,

… can hardly be described in terms of words. However verbose a display of superlative would never suffice to describe the enlightened state of mind achieved from having crafted the object shown below, a manifestation of the most basic of human desires.

 

for a friend and a night of food

Blackberry tarts with vanilla-lemon creme patissiere

made these for Soomin’s farewell barbecue at Richard’s place. We sampled the most amazingly fragrant beef rendang (cheers to his mom in law), potato salad  (thanks Michelle! mmmmm raisins and potatoes…), potato chicken epok epok, green salad with feta cheese, grilled stuff ( satay, chicken, prawns, peppers and mushrooms) and a really wacky fruit salad with blueberries, mangos, apples, pears, and many other stuff, including cempadak (@_@ you won’t believe the orgy of colours, flavours and textures in that bowl), sugee cookies from hari raya cooking, Dreyer’s ice cream, sugee cookies, and of course…. High GI watermelon

Waaaaay too much food (and fun talking about wierd things). Bye Soomin! Have fun in Bristol!

 

This is what i like to look at after doing something…

… ill-advised, such as attempting to run from home (hougang-amk) to bukit timah plaza. Which would have been alright if not for my 10 minutes of jogging on the spot waiting for traffic to clear so that I could cross an expressway exit near Macritchie park.  I gave up after a while and painfully backtracked to find an overhead bridge. I shall attempt this again as soon as I feel fat, which will probably be sooner than I think, judging by the recent adventures I’ve been having in the kitchen.

Crisp carmalized bacon, scrambled eggs, adorned with an assortment of pan-seared cherry tomatoes, baby asparagus and mini portobellos. Finish that with a wodge of home-baked ciabatta spread with avocado shavings.

 

gateux attempt number one

One very pretty little red strawberry flayed over swirls of chocolate fudge frosting, and lots of help from my brother’s cam whoring, goes a long way into making a not-exactly-very-good sponge cake look awesome. Attempt number two soon, if I get a better textured sponge I’ll do it with ganache instead of fudge.

 

driving is fun,

except when both you and your instructor really need to pee, you keep on stalling trying to make a right turn at a yellow box junction, and theres a convoy of 5 taxis being very liberal with their horns.

 

The story of the unmentionable pair of numbers

A pair of recurring digits, manifested through various mediums, namely carplate numbers and house numbers, has been found to be linked with a very unfortunate series of events that happened yesterday. This has led to said pair of numbers being blasted of the list of numbers that I would ever use, or even think of. Never ever would I ever put these two numbers at the back of a name when thinking of an online username, never will I price anything I sell at that price, never will I ever fill an angpow with said amount of money, never will I register for that carplate, sign up for a phone contract with that number, buy a house residing at that lot, and maybe not even live till that age.

11 is just short of a dozen, 22 and I’ll be spending my first birthday overseas, 33 is the level at which pikachu learns agility, 44 is despised only thanks to cantonese pronounciation, 55 precedes 66 in which a terrible band is named after, 77 is a street that exist in too many places which stocks the trashiest and very overpriced bits of fashion, 99 is just lacking its long lost triplet before they transform from into the arm of the law.

A recent conversation makes me really crave a moon biscuit right now. You know, those thin, huge circular wafers that come multi-colored in packs that are sold at mamma shops? Every time its holy communion and I get that eucharist wafer thingie given to me, I always imagine that its a teeny tiny moon biscuit.

On the note of holy communion, I’ve always been wondering what we’d be doing if Jesus didn’t have bread and wine during the last supper, but rather Oreos and milk, or maybe even coffee and doughnuts. Just a hypothetical proposition, though I’m not sure if its alright for me to think of stuff like this.