banana comfort on a rainy day

The weather had been quite damp as of late;– it rained the whole of yesterday, and the sun barely peered over the clouds today. I remember as a child, one of my friends used to say that the rain was her most dreaded weather. You had to stay indoors willing for the rain to stop by the fifth time you sing “Rain rain go away…”, and even when you happened to be out while it’s raining, you’ll be restricted by a raincoat, rubber boats, and a huge hat covering half your eyes, that your immediate concern is to break out of the stray jacket, and playing in the rain would be the furthest thing on your mind.

Yet, the rain somehow always spelled comfort for me.

rosemary focaccia, in two ways

There is a part of me who believes that one of the reasons why I am not married to the mister yet is the fact that he can’t live on my bakes. It surprises me to no end each time someone says that he’s lucky to have found someone who bakes, because they somehow equate baking to heavenly-bestowed kitchen abilities, that of which I am horridly lacking in. Unlike most of my peers who seem very much comfortable by the warmth of the stove, the need to actually make my own meals never arose, much thanks to the resident master chef of the household; my mother.

But what happens when the menu for the day comprises of dishes that this fussy eater chooses not to put on her plate?

She still turns to baking. [Well, primarily.]

the similarity between a baker and a cook

I haven’t had a slice of brownie worthy of being called a chocoholic’s dream for quite some time now. I used to be the first to look through the dessert menu, and easily picked out the most classic brownie they offered. But ever since I found the one, I always steered away from those ‘nice-but-not-fudgey-enough’ or ‘I-believe-this-is-cake-not-brownie’ type of brownies in restaurants, simply because I could have my dessert in the comforts of my own room.

The problem with having found and embraced [ever so tightly, if I may add] a personal favourite brownie recipe is that the search for other brownie recipes had since inadvertently come to a stop. This doesn’t apply, however, to any other bake I’ve made.

I don’t know if it is the same for everyone, but I know that I got this trait from my mother.