Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Zone out... Space out... Drift away... and return only when the time is right...

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

The Weekend

A blog that I follow piqued my interest. It was something that I found myself doing on Friday night.

I had the evening to myself after a long time. I knew I had to do something productive. Besides, the choco chips had been lying in the fridge for a while. So I decided to get my hands messy with flour and butter. And it's rather tempting when you have new recipes staring at you... almost asking you "Don't you want to know how I would turn out?"

So there I was... measuring, mixing, smoothing, greasing... and finally the batter was ready. The baking tin went into the oven and my wait began. Every few minutes I would peek into the little window to see the batter bake and rise. It all seemed fine. Finally the timer went off. I pulled the tin out and enjoyed the chocolate-y whiff that filled the room. My wet knife went in and came out as sticky as ever! The darn thing hadn't baked completely! Not one to be disheartened easily (or so I thought), I put it right back in, adjusted the settings and waited again. "Ding" went the timer. This time the top was a deep, dark brown and the sides seemed baked. Hope at last. In went the knife.... and the stickiness persisted. At this point I felt like dumping the stuff in the trash can. The mater intervened and used all her experience to bake my mixture. And we were partly successful. Partly because it was supposed to be a batch of choco chip brownies that I was baking but it turned out to be a gooey, sticky, fudge-y chocolate cake which was much appreciated. A friend described it as heavenly and I accepted the compliment gracefully.

Next on the list is a chocolate ganache pie. Let's see how that comes out :)

Thursday, March 3, 2011

It is meaningful because...

...it drives my bad mood away. Huffin' and puffin' up the slope only leads to an exhilarating ride down and nothing, I repeat, NOTHING can beat that feeling. It makes the alcoholic high seem blah and Runner's high takes a backseat. The beauty lies in the fact that you just have to keep going. It may almost kill you, make your legs numb and walk all wobbly but there's an unparalleled sense of achievement when you go that extra kilometer.

It...undoubtedly..is all about the bike!