Boo Moment Of Mine

I am such a funny little girl. You see, I am in this superlong distance relationship with my superboyfriend. Hence, we don't get to see much of each other. So, despite all the cookings and bakings (yes, I purposedly put the 's' there to emphasize how many cooking and baking that I have been doing lately), my superboyfriend is yet to taste any of the delicious cuisine of mine.

Anyway, my superboyfriend travelled 7 hours last week to see me. And he brought me two doodle bears to keep me accompanied while he's away for work. Flattered with his romantic gestures, I have decided to return his love by surprising him with my baking. After much deliberation, I have chosen to bake a red velvet cake, seeing that the recipe and me are closely acquainted recently.

The fact that we rarely have a chance to date resulted in us trying to spend as much time together as possible. He arrived on the Friday evening and we went out for dinner. Only after that I had a chance to rummage through my mom's kitchen to look for the ingredients that I might need for the baking. To my great disappointment, many of the important ingredients were no where to be found in the vicinity. I was about to head out to do some shopping before I realised that it was already eleven. Post Meridiem! Grr..

I was left with no choice but to try out a different recipe. The problem with the recipe was, I never tried it out before. Hence I did not know what to expect out of it. I was nervous. I never felt this way before but maybe this is a sign. Or perhaps, the reason why I got all edgy was because I was trying to cook for someone who is very most probably will be spending his whole life eating my cooking. Anyhow, I chose to carry out the previously-planned surprise using the newly-found recipe and guess what, the cake surprised me instead! It looked nothing like the cake made from my favourite secret recipe and it tasted NOTHING like it. Oh yeah, in case you couldn't have guessed, the cake (my supposed-to-be red velvet cake) went all wrong! I was devastated but I tried to be optimistic as I always am. The process took me couple of hours and I headed to bed at 3.

I was anxious and restless and I couldn't sleep that night. I woke up at five but since I was in this semi-conscious state, I remained in the bed for some moments while waiting for the Subuh prayer to due. Right after performing Subuh, I went to the kitchen and took out the cream cheese and whipping cream to desfrost them and allow them to cool at room temperature. Eh, why am I being so deliberate with my story? Let's just skip this. I wouldn't want to bore you to death reading this. I barely have readers who are willing to read my entries voluntarily. I couldn't afford to lose the small group (as if there is any) that I have!

So the story shall continue here. Aite, it was seven by that time and I had to drive my sister to a photography competition by a beach and that beach requires 30 minutes of driving. And I was scheduled to meet my superboyfriend for breakfast at eight so I really need to act fast. The cream cheese was not completely defrosted as it needed more time. This later resulted in formation of lumps in my frosting mixture. At this stage, I was about to give up but my heart told me not to. With only fifteen minutes left before the clock stroke eight, I quickly showered and dolled up myself for our date. Just before I left, I tasted the cake for the last time and it was then I realised that I had to forfeit this plan of mine. Not only that the cake looked horrible, the taste also failed to do it any justice.

Basically, that was how my surprise ended. Right into the trash can. I didn't eat the leftover of the cake. Neither did my family as I warned them not to. Frustrated, yes! A lot indeed! But I have learnt a valuable lesson. Never plan a surprise unplanned.

I hope I didn't smell bad on our date. Especially after I was half an hour late.

Sorry!!

Ice Yummy Cream

It's been a while since I last updated my progress on my very own Cooking Project. Mostly because I didn't have much chance to experiment lately. I was being too occupied with my job and being too busy being lazy. Hee~

However, I did manage to make my very own Decadent White Chocolate Ice Cream. I am (still) so proud of myself seeing that it was my very first attempt in making my own ice cream. Dad complimented it and thought that we no longer need to stock up our ice cream supply as I can now make one of our own. (Dad is a big fan of homecooked meals). Oh yeah, I couldn't stop myself from grinning upon hearing such rare compliment.

The whole process took me around 13 hours as I had to allocate ten hours for it to be properly frozen. I began this project at 6.30 pm and by 7 am the next morning, dad is waiting eagerly in front of the ice box. Yup, he had my ice cream for breakfast. I am touched.

The good thing about the recipe that I used is the fact that it doesn't involve the usage of ice cream maker. You will still get the creamy texture and with the aroma and taste of white chocolate, this ice cream, I must say, is irresistable.

Credit goes to my Encik Boyfriend who couldn't stop pestering me, asking me to try out any possible recipe to make homemade ice cream. So, here is for you, Sayang. ;)

Let's do a couple of picture-viewing.

The ice cream after spending 10 hours in the ice box. Is it just me or did it really look excited? ;p

Ice cream after it was being made up. It is now ready to be served.

I can't tell when I'm going to make a re-run of this but I'm pretty sure it is just around the corner!

The (Crooking) Cooking Project - Preface

I admit that my repertoire in cooking (and baking) is quite limited. But I am looking forward to expand the list as the weekends approach. I have been excited about cooking and baking these past few weeks that even my dad noticed it. My very first victory which later led to more and more attempts of cooking and baking was my (now) famous red velvet cake.

Yea, I know. It didn't look promising, ain't it? Even my boyfriend didn't comment much as I sent this picture to him (That is his way of disagreeing). But to my great surprise, everyone who ate it (my dad, mom and sisters) thought that it was brilliant. In the beginning, I refused to accept their compliments believing that they were just saying to keep my morale from going down to the bottom. But after tasting it, I had to concur with them. It DID taste heaven! Aite, I was exaggerating. It was surprisingly way much better than I thought it would turn out to be.

Actually, the plan to bake the cake was made several months earlier. However, seeing that I am an established procrastinator, I had to put this project on hold for several times. But after receiving a vast numbers of complaints that my ears could no longer take it, I decided to finally execute this plan. I had to re-shop for some of the ingredients as they were either had been consumed by the fridge or had expired. With the help of my little sister, I finally managed to cross this off of my to-do list.

Triumph is sweet. My success in conquering my laziness and counter-attacking it with a magnificent end product didn't stop there. I keep on trying my luck with different recipes. To date, I had managed to bake my very own pavlova, blueberry muffins and several red velvets. Not much, I know but I am very happy with the progress. I wasn't much of a cooker back then but now I am improving myself. Yay for me!

More cooking/baking projects coming up real soon. I am thinking about making the chocolate layer cake but my boyfriend demanded me to experiment on making my own ice cream. I can't quite decide what would be my project for this weekends, but I'm sure that it would be great.

Until then, here are something for your eyes. ;p