Sunday, June 27, 2010

The Chocolate Chip Muffin

It was a pleasant eventful trip to Kolkata. Met some amazing people, saw some breathtaking sights, heard some wonderful stories.

But to be very honest, through out the 7 days, I was utterly miserable on the inside.

I mean, I did my part. I didn't showcase my utter frustration and sadness; instead I smiled around, gave away hugs and touched at least a thousand feet. But really, I was slowly breaking inside.

You see, I've been searching for muffin trays in Bombay for over a year. Ok, now I admit, I never had the time to go out on a full fledged hunt, but I used to do as much as I could. And that search would inevitably always end in the same away, in total and utter failure.

That was the case up until the night before I boarded the flight to Kolkata. Samata, very nonchalantly, mentioned how she got her muffin moulds from this store in IC Colony and how she was dying to buy their new silicon muffin trays.

I mean. WHAT THE HELL?!

I had to wait 7 days and 17 hours till I could hop into the rickshaw, and reach bakers heaven. I went, I saw, and I shopped.

So as expected, after a year long wait, I finally baked my chocolate chip muffins. And boy, were they delicious :)



















I have launched into baking overdrive.

The next time you see me, I will, in all probabilities, be at least 5 kilos heavier. So yes, you have been warned.

That is unless, someone wants to drop by and help me clear ingest these treats? :P

Monday, June 07, 2010

The Peach Melba




After long, there has been a first.

It's been ages since I've tried making a new treat. True that I've been having cooking pangs at all the wrong times. The first one re surfacing 2 weeks before my vivas; but surely I couldn't succumb to them before the 19th of June at the risk of adding a viva or a theory KT into the basket.

But a surprising visit of 2 peaches at home, and a long forgotten recipe couldn't help but encourage me to whip it up.

So lo' and behold - The Peach Melba - Ridiculously simple to make, and absolutely gorgeous to eat. Even minus the raspberry/ strawberry sauce.






Does that look glorious, or does it look glorious?






*sigh*





And the final result of the peaches, with a scoop of vanilla ice cream.



Yes, I devoured it. And loved it.
And no, I do not care if I become fat.

Sunday, June 06, 2010

Somewhere over the rainbow

Subtlety is such a lost art. Things have become so upfront and forthright, all poetic aspect of things have been almost completely lost.


I'd love to live in the 50's again.


Times when the very peaceful tip of the hat was replied with a subtle smile, when the hand at the small of the back led the woman through the dance floor , when a lingering look was all you needed to send someone in a tizzy.


There's some unexplainable magic to it all.The mystery, the build up, the silent understanding.


We've gotten into this ridiculous habit of making a huge hue and cry about every step of every action in our lives. We have this incessant need to take photo's every 4 weeks and upload them on networking sites. We've come to a point where it seems acceptable and cool to just walk up to someone and just say "Hey baby. I think you're hot. Wanna go out for coffee?". Even when girls do their entire loud cry and huge hug thing, even if they've just met after 3 hours, it's a little depressing.


It's all so direct, so loud. It's gotten to the point where it is a little painful to the eye. Like watching someone wear a hot pink dress all day long.


That's why it's somehow always nice to just sit with certain people, in complete silence. Or have a conversation filled with subtle puns. Or even cast a lingering look once or twice and watch it being acknowledged.


That's why I love watching the classics. Subtleness was the pivotal aspect of their acting skills. Like last scene of Roman Holiday , when Audrey Hepburn and Gregory Peck have their last cryptic conversation amongst the crowd. Or the way Ingrid Berman and Humphrey Bogart act around each other when they run into each other in Casablanca.


It was all so subtle, so peaceful. Everyone was secure in their own threshold.
And no one ever got poked around. Ever. :P


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Now Listening to : 'Half of my heart' by John Mayer.
Now Feeling : A little sleep deprived.

Wednesday, June 02, 2010

O'er the hills and far away



It's been 6 months since I've updated anything here.
I feel a little ashamed of myself, yes.

There is only so much time till when you can put off absence from your blog as a writer's block.
So yes, hectic college schedule, drawing sheets, and a tiny bit of sloth over weekends are to blame instead :P

Well, I thought I could bring back the new flow of blog updates along with the onset of the first rains. Don't know how regular I'll be this time around, but I'll try. For my sake.
I miss writing. Period.

So here we are. I'm back where I started. Sitting by the window, reassured by the sound and smell of the rain, listening to monsoon music ( I have a monsoon playlist. Mostly includes, Norah Jones and the likes. Soulful mostly), a mug of coffee, and just typing away :)

Till the next time when I have something more concrete to write.

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Now Playing : Free Bird(Live) - Lynyrd Skynyrd
(An integral part of the monsoon playlist. This song just gives me the goosebumps. Gives me some weird abstract belief in self too.

"I must be travelling on now, 'cause there's too many places I've got to see.
If I stay here with you girl, things just couldn't be the same.
I'm as free as a bird now, and this bird you'll never change".

Classic. )

Now Reading : Lolita - Vladamir Nabokov (On hold due to exams though. Shame)

Now feeling : Content.