When Life decides to bequeath unto you gastronomical complications, and you purge practically everything you acquaint your stomach with, all thanks to the evil monster of a gastric flu and his minions, you could either admit defeat and stick to porridge, or go on the attack and bake a lil something.
I chose the latter. My choice of ammunition? Peach cupcakes.
End of Round 1: Zhul – 1 Gastric flu – 0
It’s my first time baking a fruit cupcake, and one with absolutely no chocolate traces involved, so I definitely had my doubts and trepidations. But the end product was satisfactory;– not too sweet, and the ground almonds gave it a somewhat crunchy texture. The next time round though, I probably should dress it up more, with a streusel topping, perhaps?
But after all’s said and done, I found myself only capable of downing one cupcake, which tasted pretty bland to me [no thanks to all the medicine]
End of Round 2: Zhul – 1 Gastric flu – 1
thereafter concomitantly followed by a couple of visits to the washroom.
End of Round 3: Zhul – 1 Gastric flu – 2
Overall winner: Gastric flu.