Yesterday was short with action packed. Not a movie but in terms of work done. Lots of things needed to be prepped up, finished or replinished and the list just extended and extended, so much that I wondered when the night fell "so soon??" Kalamkari elephant was finished while the grains soaked for batters and a deformed eiffel with no chance of corrections was done with spices getting roasted and cake bieng baked in the background. Since the monster that is lurking made us stay confined and weekdays that are so brim, I had to use my saturday so that I dont ruin my sunday. I know that there are a few more pending activities but they can now be tackled.
So here am I sitting with the lappie, at my favourite place in the kitchen (where my art is calling me), the tea brewing my type and a sunday sun slowly spreading its light blanket.
I love getting up in the morning. A lot of things can be done without any disturbance. A new art can be planned, writing can be done, prep work for cooking can be done. So many things can be planned when another day is just starting.
So yesterday, paying heed to MFK (Fisher), I tried using my enormous oven for cooking a few more things. Already my mind was planning on eating baked apples with remains of condensed milk, the silly jaggery (that bloody never sticks together to make a vadi but makes the whole thing a sweet rich mess...now...I can eat that with apples ...yayay). On a whim I made irish soda bread.
I didnt expect much but it really did turn out OK especially when its soapy smell is camofledged with sun butter . Since I never have bread flour or even APF, atta was my only choice. It did turn out dense but for a non critic person, its OK. not a real deal but can be eaten and not trashed....
Looking at an OK result, I am sure that next time I am at grocery, yeast is going to plop in my cart...
Bread baking is definitely in my mind.
So here am I sitting with the lappie, at my favourite place in the kitchen (where my art is calling me), the tea brewing my type and a sunday sun slowly spreading its light blanket.
I love getting up in the morning. A lot of things can be done without any disturbance. A new art can be planned, writing can be done, prep work for cooking can be done. So many things can be planned when another day is just starting.
So yesterday, paying heed to MFK (Fisher), I tried using my enormous oven for cooking a few more things. Already my mind was planning on eating baked apples with remains of condensed milk, the silly jaggery (that bloody never sticks together to make a vadi but makes the whole thing a sweet rich mess...now...I can eat that with apples ...yayay). On a whim I made irish soda bread.
I didnt expect much but it really did turn out OK especially when its soapy smell is camofledged with sun butter . Since I never have bread flour or even APF, atta was my only choice. It did turn out dense but for a non critic person, its OK. not a real deal but can be eaten and not trashed....
Looking at an OK result, I am sure that next time I am at grocery, yeast is going to plop in my cart...
Bread baking is definitely in my mind.
