Before I begin, here’s wishing all my Muslim readers a blessed Eid-ul’adha! I’ve been receiving mails from readers asking whether I’m already married, whether I’m okay, and basically why the silence. I know I’ve been missing in action for almost a month, and thank you for all of your concern, but no, I’m not married yet; yes I’m okay; and I’ve been busy with the preparations. Having said that, while I’d love to say I’m back for good, I’ve actually returned for a very short post, and to let you know that I’ll be pretty silent for a while, but I’ll still be tweeting away, of course, so if you’d like to hear me ramble incessantly about randomness, find me there! Also, I’m not so sure when the next bake [and post] would be, but I’ll be sure the first bake I’ll share as an official missus will be a great one. And apologies in advance if the coming post(s) would be non baking-related.
Not many people know this, but it’s been a personal mission of mine to pwn bake the marble cake, and not just any marble cake, but more specifically kek marble which basically translates to the same thing in the Malay language, but bears oh-so-much meaning to me. Kek marble traditionally has to be moist, heavy, be firm enough to dip into a cup of tea, yet soft enough to slowly melt in your mouth with every bite. And how do I know this? Because my beloved mom happens to be a kek marble connoisseur-cum-purist, and after having tried 5 different recipes, nothing swept her off her feet, and I was determined to still find the right one. Call it an obsession, but just like how the mister labels mac & cheese as “not as nice as yours [mine]“, I find it personally gratifying to be able to cook/bake a favourite dish/bake of the loved ones in your life. And finally today, for my mother’s birthday this year (yes, all those attempts were for her birthdays and Mothers’ Day), I may have just found the one. She may not have said much nor joined hands with me as we danced around in jubilation with me screaming “I did it!”, but she ate one slice after another, then another, and another. Then said in all seriousness, “Make sure you don’t lose this recipe”. That was enough to end the search for me.
Happy birthday, Mother!
