Sunday, January 6, 2013
Comfort food!
There's something so deeply fulfilling about the vegetarian thali at Rajadhani, bangalore. Soul food. Comfort food!
Save money!
My new year resolution!
6 years of work life later I still have saved no money. Absolutely nothing. But the money has bought me so many things, so many memories, some happiness - I think it's time to save some. So that gandhiji can continue to make me very happy, materialistically happy!
Whoever said money can't buy you happiness, was clearly too rich. I think money can buy happiness! *iphone, MacBook Pro, three days in NYC, two weeks in Dubai, etc etc*
6 years of work life later I still have saved no money. Absolutely nothing. But the money has bought me so many things, so many memories, some happiness - I think it's time to save some. So that gandhiji can continue to make me very happy, materialistically happy!
Whoever said money can't buy you happiness, was clearly too rich. I think money can buy happiness! *iphone, MacBook Pro, three days in NYC, two weeks in Dubai, etc etc*
Wednesday, January 2, 2013
Pancakes <3
I was in Nashville, TN - United States, for three beautiful weeks of dreams coming true. I loved my business + vacation trip. There's something about that country that is so fascinating, I fell for it I must confess. I stayed at Lowes Vanderbilt, a pretty hotel. How I miss the GPS saying 'take right for Lowes Vanderbilt'. I miss the in-house restaurant, the delicious food and the nice people there. More about TN and my short but amazing stint at NYC later. Let's talk about pancakes.
I love pancakes. I loved my days when it started with a stack of those delicious miracles bathed with a generous dollop of orange marmalade. I hate maple syrup. Its sticky, yucky and unnecessarily sweet. So you will not read much about it from here. Me no like it. Period.
Southerners in the US have a habit of frying everything. They even have fried Snicker bars. I am against fried stuff. I think you now can understand why Pancakes were my saving grace. Everytime I looked at my breakfast plate, I'd grin ear to ear.
I've established my love for pancakes, haven't I? So, I got back to India and kept missing it. Day in and out. I had to try making it at home. To feel that goodness again!
Try I did. And it came out just the way I love it - Easy to make, Not too sweet, very soft and filled with goodness.
Do you want the recipe? Here you go:
Maida - 1-1/2 cup (or Wheat Flour)
Sugar - 4 tbsp (Taste one Pancake and add more if required)
Unsalted Butter - one Tbsp full (Melt it)
Eggs - 2
Milk - 1/2 cup
Baking Soda - One Pinch
Salt - One Pinch
Vanilla Essence - Two drops
Bananas & Strawberries - As much as you please
This recipe makes about 7-8 pancakes.
- Beat two eggs, add sugar. Ideal would be Castor Sugar I hear but I used normal granulated sugar. Beat more.
- In another bowl, sieve maida, salt and baking soda
- Add the maida mix to the egg in three parts, alternating with milk. Keep beating in one direction until the batter is free of lumps.
- Add Vanilla essence and stir
- Leave the mix unattended for 10-15 mins.
- Heat pan at the lowest possible heat for few mins. Pour batter and let it spread by itself. Wait for a few minutes and the pancake will rise.
- Once risen, use a spatula to pick the pancake and turn it so that the other side can be cooked as well. Both sides put together it will take only 5 minutes to cook. Taste and add more sugar if necessary. Make more.
- Your ultra soft, yummy pancakes are ready.
For the topping:
- Dice bananas to small pieces. In a pan throw in some butter and then the bananas. Let the two snuggle a little bit and take it off.
- Dice strawberries to your liking.
NOTE:
Pancakes are generally dry and would go best with some kind of syrup or butter. Maple syrup, if you like it. Orange marmalade is my favorite. Just plain butter will be good as well. Your call really. Maida is not the best for anybody's health. So you could try this with Atta if you are the kind that's too conscious.
Thursday, November 15, 2012
Tuesday, October 23, 2012
Coffee Anecdote
Scene: (Charlie baking –
Two and a half men)
Charlie: Not bad aye Jake.
This tastes pretty good.
Jake: Yes, Uncle Charlie.
You bake so well.
Charlie: I know. And those
chefs on TV show off as though they are curing leprosy.
Me: hahaha so true!
I am not a cook. The kind
of cooking I do, I don’t even need a kitchen. It’s really that bad. Not an
exaggeration. Plain truth.
But baking. Let’s talk
more about that. I am a sloth of the first order. I love coffee and hope that a
cup of it magically comes to my hands every morning.
And one day, magic happened.
I felt like baking. A little finger
running on the internet and I found a recipe. Coffee, I love. Cakes make me
happy. So, coffee cake it is!
Did I forget to mention
that I do not have an oven? Well, I don’t. I have been baking often these days
and have fallen truly madly deeply in love with my Pressure Cooker.
To me, baking a cake is
easier than preparing Maggi noodles and the fulfillment it gives is what I think
people feel after childbirth. Okay, exaggeration there.
So buck up fellow sloths.
Let’s bake a cake and make our hearts happy.
Tips: If you were me, a
baby baker, I’d advise you to follow the recipe to a tee.
Beat in only one
direction, ALWAYS. This is mandatory.
Ingredients:
1
cup all purpose flour/maida
1
tsp baking pwd
3/4
cup brown sugar or granulated white sugar
1/2
cup soft white butter (or a little lesser, say 1.4th)
2
eggs, room temperature
1/4
cup low fat milk
2
tbsps instant coffee powder (I prefer Nescafe Sunrise)
1
tbsp boiling water
1
tsp vanilla essence
Steps:
You
could also refer to the following picture.
1.
Sieve 1 cup maida and 1 tsp baking powder, thrice. Finely.
2.
Add coffee powder to boiling water. Keep aside to cool.
3.
In a bowl, cream butter and sugar till smooth and creamy.
You might feel that the butter is not enough. Trust me, it is. Cream as much as
you can, add one egg at a time and beat till well combined. Add vanilla essence
and coffee, mix well.
4.
Cover cooker with a plate and heat at full blast. Keep it
on.
5.
Add the flour in three additions
alternating with milk, starting with flour and ending with flour. Do not over
beat, just mix till well combined. It might comes across as too thick, no
problem. Keep beating and it will smooth out.
6.
Use butter to grease your baking pan.
Be sure to spread out the butter thoroughly. Use sieve to sprinkle maida over
the butter. Hold pan upside down and tap to ensure extra maida falls off.
7.
Pour batter into the greased and
floured pan. Place inside the heated cooker and bake for 20 minutes on medium
heat. It’s a good idea to open lid after 20 minutes and check if the cake is
rising well.
8.
Close lid. Bake for 10 more minutes and check with tooth
pick. If it comes out clean, feel good about yourself. If it doesn’t, bake for
5 more minutes and do so until the toothpick comes out clean.
9.
Remove from the cooker and cool for 15 minutes.
Cut apiece
out and admire. As much as you want. Infact, you totally should. You just made
an amazingly tasty coffee cake. Ta da!
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
Love, a little more everyday!
‘Well, You have a “Sag” in yours’ – He said, straight-faced.
The Libran him had a face of achievement. The Sagittarian me
could not stop laughing. We had finally found out the reason why we were meant
to be together. I’d sag without his support. I really will. He’d have no
purpose without me, he says. Perrrrfect! But, how did we get here?
2009. A random friend request on Facebook. I sent it to him.
I don’t remember why. Maybe it was the smile. An appealing Scotland picture of
a fully covered 25-something Indian boy. No, don’t look at me like that. I had
no purpose in mind. It just happened.
2012. We are poles apart. Cliché, yes. At 25, I behave like
40. With 30 just a few days away he is still the hyperactive super enthusiastic
child.
2009. When our eyes met, when I looked at him, when he
smiled – nothing happened. Nothing at all. I could not bother any less. He was too
drunk to care. We knew there was no point even flirting with each other. We
were not meant to be. I friend-zoned him. He did that to me faster. Convenient!
And then he got married. An arranged marriage. I wished him
all the best of luck.
2011. We fell in love.
Can love happen overnight? YES.
Does a broken marriage always have to be the man’s mistake?
Should I refuse falling for him just because he has an unpleasant past? Should
I deny him the attention he deserves? Should I give up on something I want so
much?
NO. I picked NO to all the above and YES to him. And so
continues the ongoing tale of my relationship with a once-upon-a-time married
man.
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