The tragedy called life.

Such a pathetic start to the day. I woke up to the sound of my neighbor crying. When i went to my living room, i got to know that my favorite old-uncle died in his sleep.

Baba. That's what i called him. He was awesome. I always saw him smiling. He was a brilliant person. I'm glad his death wasn't hard on him.

I'm mourning today. No cooking today. This day is a tribute to the most brilliant and my favorite old-uncle. Baba.

The has-been's.

Lemon and basil grilled chicken with strawberry sauce.

Vanilla cupcakes with royal icing and pretty stuff. haha.

chocolate-chip muffin.

chocolate-chip muffin with whipped cream.

chocolate pound cake with strawberries and whipped cream.

Vegetarian Dumplings.

WOOHOO! Done. They look nice. Taste nice too. YAYAYAY!
I made the dumpling wrappers at home too!
The done form.



The uncooked form.


This is the filling. Carrots, green onions, cabbage, coriander, a bit of ginger and garlic and just a bit of seasoning.

February 23rd, 2012

Today's task : Dumplings.

New-ness.

I made pastry dough yesterday. Pretty good actually. I tried making croissants out of it. THAT was a major fail. Not major. Just, well, fail. They were too crispy. I know my mistake now though. But the layers were pretty brilliant!!

Anyhow, since this is going to be my food blog, I have to change the name. I'm thinking of calling it 'The Food Diaries'.
YAY.

The Epiphany.

I love cooking. Baking. I could keep doing this forever. This is what i realized at 4am on a Wednesday morning when i was waiting for the oven to making that amazing ringing sound. The kind that means 'victory'. While i was taking out the last batch of the 97 cupcakes that i'd been making for the last 6-7 hours, I thought to myself "i finished it". It was the first time i'd finished doing ANYTHING. Anything. The first time that i didn't wanna say "sigh, I'm bored now". And it was the most wonderful feeling. The feeling that i want again.

While the whole baking-waiting was going on, I was watching Julie & Julia. Which was very apt by the way. That's when i started thinking. That's when i started realizing. And here I am. Blogging about food. Blogging about the most precious gift i have. The talent i have. The love i have, which has been realized pretty recently actually. Two years back, I liked baking. I liked cooking. And now, there's nothing else i wanna do. Thank you, the brave almighty. For the brilliant realization.

First task: French cooking.

Frustration.

What's the point? What's the point of anything I do? Everybody just uses me till they need me. Till the time I'm making them happy. When will someone want to talk to me cause of who i am and not what i do to make them feel better or good about themselves.