I know! I know! The rainbow cake has been done to DEATH. But…….it’s a rainbow cake! You know you want to make one too. For a first attempt, I got to say, it turned out pretty damn good! *pat on the back* Also, I kind of made a promise here that I would. This was not baked for the same cause I promised it for though, so watch this space.
The rainbow cake has been on my to-bake list for the longest, longest time. Ever since I saw it on Sweetapolita 3 years ago. I promised myself that I will one day bake it for my daughter’s birthday and see her face when I cut out the first slice. I finally got around to it and it was totally worth the 3-year wait. Oh the satisfaction…..*blissful sigh*
Continue reading A unicorn pooped on my platter – Rainbow cake
So this is what they call a writer’s block. I have opened this window at least five times the last two weeks but closed it each time empty. Nope. Nothing. Nada. Haven’t a clue what to write. Until today. About time too!
I had a revelation today. Nagging works. As a kid, my mum would nag at me till she turned blue in her face but I would just carry on as I were. I often wondered why she bothered since it obviously didn’t work. She still nags at my sister today and having been in both positions as the nagger and the “naggee”, I got to say I feel sorry for my mum more. It’s very very frustrating. But nagging works! Ok, not always and it depends on who you’re nagging at but it DOES work.
Continue reading Such a nag – Mango Sago
I don’t really have much of a sweet tooth. I’ve always preferred savoury food. Lately though, I often find myself rummaging through the 6-year-old’s candy stash. It’s what I do when I’m stretched to my limits; when the kids are on my last nerves; when bowls and plates REFUSE to stay in my grip and when I manage to twist both ankles coming down the stairs. I eat.
Hello. My name is Pris and I’m an emotional eater. Except I don’t just eat when I’m sad. I eat with EVERY emotion. Happy, sad, mad, bored, frustrated or depressed, I eat. I like chips when I’m bored and candy when I’m mad. But some days, candy just doesn’t cut it. Some days, you just get so bogged down that all you want to do is to sit down and not give another shit about whatever might go wrong next. You’ve heard one too many “NO!” from your kids and you’ve knocked over one too many glasses of milk. Let it rain lava for all you care. You just want cake. Chocolate cake. A dense and rich one, with nuts and extra chocolate chips. Hey, that sounds a lot like a brownie. So that’s what I did. I made brownies and suddenly the world doesn’t seem so bad after all. Except now I’m getting fat with every bite. Goddammit!
Continue reading When it rains lava – Brownie muffins
I am not a morning person, therefore I am not a breakfast person. Breakfast to me, is the most boring meal of the day. Unless you live in Asia, but we’ll get to that later. Here in Europe, breakfast is usually bread, butter, jam, nutella, etc. I have had asian friends ask me what I’m feeding my kids for breakfast and when I tell them, their responses were somewhere along the lines of “why are you starving your kids?!”, ” breakfast is the most important meal of the day!” and “that’s bordering on child abuse”.
You see, in Asia, breakfast is a huge thing. And the choices for it are ENDLESS! Just to name a few of my favourite breakfasts, we have braised duck porridge (my absolute favourite!), dry tossed noodles (I still haven’t found a recipe for that), fried carrot cake (savoury, not sweet), nasi kuning, Indonesian meatball in broth and wanton noodles. Notice that it’s all savoury and involves meat? That doesn’t mean that we don’t enjoy the Ol’ bread and jam though. In fact, we have a very unique jam that’s pretty much exclusive to Singapore and Malaysia. Continue reading Kaya (Coconut Egg Jam)
A very dear friend of mine is turning 30 today. A golden age. The perfect age really, if you asked me. Yes, I freaked out when I turned 30 but I know better now. He’s not freaked out though. Not at all. Calm as still water. He says so anyway.
But it really is the perfect age. You’re sensible enough now to laugh at the stupid things you’ve done the last three decades but still young enough to do more (less) stupid things. Remember when you went to class straight from a party? Now you can go to work straight from a party. Okay, that was lame. But you know what I mean. Continue reading 30 Rock Cheesecake