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Eat cake

I’ve always envied people who know how to bake. My boss’s wife makes this amazing home-made cakes, which he usually brings for us during his birthdays and they are always yummylicious. I, on the other hand once tried baking a cake 5 years back and accidentally set the oven to microwave instead of convection – a realization which took place only after I smelled the cake burning and was horrified to find the so-called chocolate cake take a shape that looked identical to dog shit. I still made my guests that day eat the central, unburnt portion of the “cake” and that was the last time those guests ate at my place ever since.

Of late, a colleague and expert master cake-baker recently inducted me into the world of pressure cooker baking, which I didn’t even know was possible. She makes these delicious sponge cake in her pressure cooker, which I find is way better than the commercial cakes you find in the market. She gave me the recipe and soon, I made my first eggy-smelling, centre-portion-undercooked cake but I didn’t lose heart and even after that disaster, I made four cakes in a row – each of which turned out to be better than the previous ones.

This one was a simple, sponge cake made in the pressure cooker, thanks to my microwave oven conking out for a long time now. I didn’t know that you could use the pressure cooker instead of an oven and thanks to another of my colleague lending me a separator and a baking dish, I could bake many cakes in a row.

 

The recipe for this sponge cake is pretty simple:

Beat 3 eggs (I am so lazy, I did this directly in a blender of the mixi), 3/4 cup sugar, 3/4 cup refined oil, 1/4 cup melted butter and 1 tea spoon vanilla essence.

Sift 1 cup flour and add 1 teaspoon baking powder. Add this to the blender and let the mixi do your dirty work for a bit. Add milk if it gets too dry down there (milk is protein, not lubricant – sorry, this is due to too many “Finding Nemo 3D” ads I’ve seen on the internet these days)

Line your baking tin with oil or butter. Add the contents of your blender. Put the separator at the base of the pressure cooker and place your tin on top. DO NOT add water inside the pressure cooker although if you want to ignore this warning sign I saw everywhere on the internet, you can go ahead and tell me how things go.

Bake on high flame for 5 minutes, then lower the heat and bake for another 35 to 40 minutes. Turn off the gas (can you believe LPG cylinder is now going to cost Rs 750 in India! No wonder Mamata walked out of the UPA 2, I would have done the same :D ) and don’t open the lid for another ten minutes.

Do that usual toothpick/knife in the centre thing, although 45 minutes is waaayy too long enough to cook a lousy cake – and if it comes out clean, your cake is ready to eat – although you might want to let it cool down first, if you don’t want a burnt tongue to begin with.

This was the second chocolate cake I baked and although it looks like a brownie, it was pretty moist and yummy, if I say so myself:

I forgot to take a picture of the cake and had to make do with taking a photo of the cut pieces inside the tupperware jar. Thats why the depth in the photo, if you are perceptive enough ;) If you want to make a chocolate cake, my guru said that you have to reduce the flour to half a cup and add another half cup cocoa powder. This cake cooked sooner than the earlier one, and thats because of less flour, my guru again said.

The next cake I baked was a Marble Cake. Now, this was my favorite cake back in college days and although it didn’t taste nearly as perfect as the delicious Kerala bakery ones, I still feel happy with all the swirls, which is done simply by making figure 8′s with a knife.

So now that I became fairly confident in my ability to bake, at the very least an edible cake, I decided to try, what was originally a banana bread, which later turned out to be a banana pound cake of sorts. Either way, the crust was the best part and now I am looking forward to making other cakes, especially a rum soaked raisin cake of which I am told, takes at least a week’s time for the soaking to be done.

Now, these are no way, by far the best cakes you have seen on most blogs. But for me, I have come a long way from baking a dog-shit lookalike cake to edible, yummy home-made cakes. The next thing I want to learn is how to put the icing on the cake, of which I am sure my first few attempts will look like a real car accident. But here’s to learning from mistakes, of which at least, I am an expert.

In dog years, I’m dead

thirty

Today is the last day I will be able to say I am 29. There are very few instances in life when one wants time to stand still and I figure this is definitely one of them. Its surreal leaving the 20′s behind and turning old is cruel, nay excruciatingly painful. Who knew this day would one day arrive.

I was ranting about the very same thing to a friend of mine who had an interesting thing to say: 30′s are the best years of one’s life. According to him, the 20′s are when you’re discovering yourself; maybe experimenting with things, pleasant or otherwise. And a whole lot of drama naturally involved.

On the contrary, the 30′s are when you’ve accepted who you are and you finally learn to make peace with yourself. You know what you want and dont; and basically live life as per your choices and no one else’s.

This made a lot of sense to me. And if at all, what he says is true, I can stop fussing about a number that decides how old I should be because facebook says I’m mentally only 13.

Here’s to three decades well spent. I didnt want to turn 30 but looks like time had other plans!

To being thirty. And (hopefully) stopping the count at that and no, I dont mean anything drastic like dying within this year.

30 and none the wiser. And we shall live happily ever after.

I dont like plants

Yesterday, one of my plants died. I then wondered how many more will have to give their lives up before I realize that I’m not really a green thumb and that I should probably forget about having these suicidal green things in my house. When I confessed my lack of discipline in watering the plants to a friend, she exclaimed: How can you forget to water them??? I cannot drink myself without remembering to water my own plants first. After all, think of how thirsty they’ll get! I guess I’m too busy quenching my own thirst to remember to feed decorations along the house. Huh!

It wasnt my fault that the stupid plant died in the first place. My faithful maid, who by the way, waters the plants herself without being told (probably cause she knows the final fate of the plants otherwise) stayed on leave for an extended period of time. She finally got back yesterday and the rest was history.

I’ve attracted so many comments from friends, acquaintances and strangers about the lack of my watering skills, call it apathy if you will; that I’m now beginning to resent these plants that I so lovingly bought many months ago. As it is, the ants outside the house got to many of them and a few were martyred by these white things that look like powder but actually lay eggs inside the plant. Just like in the AVP movies.

As I write this, I look back to this day gone by and realize that I put my day off from office to good use – ranting about unwanted things in the house. And now, the sky turns darker as I speak. The solar eclipse’s along the way and I’ve already called up all my relatives to tell them not to look at the sun directly. The sky’s cloudy and my sight goes dim, I have to stop for the night. Winkie stood in the doorway, I heard the door bell ring. And I was thinking to myself, why the hell am I beginning to sound like a doomsday song???

Who is Indiana Jones?

I watched Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull for two main reasons – Harrison Ford & Steven Spielberg. I’ve been Harrison Ford’s fan ever since his dashing presidential role in Air Force One. So even though I’ve never watched an Indiana Jones movie before, I was prepared to enjoy the forces of Ford & Spielberg together in action.

The film kicks off with a sort of apology as Jonesie goes: “We were a lot younger then” when beckoned by the bad guys to embark on a fresh, fool-hardy adventure. Come on, I dont care if the hero is an older guy! And I dont know what was the purpose of incorporating the line in the script but all it did was: it made me realize that the hero isnt  exactly a spring chicken. Not that it matters when Harrison Ford is concerned.

There was a scene in which Ford reminisces, looking at Sean Connery’s picture and calls him dad. So I’m guessing Connery was the original Jones and his son is the latest adventurer with the same surname, in the very same tradition à la – Phantom, the Ghost Who Walks.

Which brought me to the question – who under the canopy is Indiana Jones? As the movie progressed, it became increasing clearer to me that he was a kind of James Bond as well as a mentor to a young rebellious Fonzie like character straight out of the Happy Days set in the film.

What I also learnt was that Indiana Jones was more than just 007. This movie was somewhat of a James Bond meets Lara Croft, Tomb Raider meets Tarzan meets Apocalypto meets ET mishmash. Although I dislike movie endings that have an alien theme just so that they can explain all the mysterious forces at work in the first place.

The movie has its funny moments and I liked watching it once. Once being the operative word. I went to watch an ex-president in action and in return I got a hat-fixated, dusty clothes wearing, whip carrying character, albeit still with the killer smile that never gets old.

What aim?

An interesting thing happened today. Karma Paljor, anchor of the Breakfast News on CNN IBN visited my Institute along with his wife and the duo journalists addressed the students on passion and motivation that forms one’s prospective careers in life as it happens. They also screened a short film showcasing the fast pace of life in some of the busiest locations in the the world such as New York and Japan and then asked what the film meant to different people. The answers ranged from ‘life is very busy’ (highly influenced by the Acer-makes-it-easy ad, no doubt) to the absurd ‘there are no illiterate people in the film’… whatever that meant.

I thought to myself – I feel very insignificant after watching this film and I understood that even if I wasnt there, the world moves at such a fast pace that there’ll be another replacement in no time because such is the story of life. It was a very humbling realization and given an opportunity to re-think one’s own value, I guess you get to find out that maybe you arent all that important as much as you’d think or feel.

The lady spoke about having an aim in life and then proceeding towards achieving that particular aim. Now normally thats standard advice that I’m expert at listening through one ear and sieving out through the other. But this time, I found myself asking – what is my aim? And I was floored to realize that I didnt have any.

So now I need to find an aim in life. Ah, you learn something new everyday.

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