I’m done summing up the year gone by, I’m done waxing eloquent about the one next in line, I’m done whining about the ever-present dearth of home time, and yet somehow I forgot to do the food blog link-up that I have been meaning to, only for, let’s see…the last four weeks.
If you’ve been frequenting this blog for the last 6-odd months, you probably know by now that things have been erratic around here, fueled only by occasional surprise spike in enthusiasm and the return of that elusive determination to update it more often. An effort that meets all kinds of distractions along the way. Sometimes its the incorrigible need to do everything that crops up as an idea in my brain, which tends to push the normal, usual things to the back burner. Sometimes its technical difficulties, of which I’ve had plenty (burned laptop adapter, deathly slow internet, a full system wipe, brand new OS, burned camera adapter, yadayada). Sometimes it’s the discovery of something more interesting to do — like say, a book, a cooking binge, or a horrible all-consuming reality show that blocked out about 3 months in stalking a madhouse of approximately 12 utterly forgettable wannabe celebrities. Sometimes it’s the return of that incorrigible sloth, and that’s really all there is to it. I oscillate between being terribly enthusiastic and terribly lazy. In the run-up to the end of the year, I had an excuse — oh I’ll resume in earnest in January. And yet, 12 days in I’m still kind of being a big, fat lazy bum.
In hindsight, I can see that this is not on. I owe you an apology. And a quick link up of all the kitchen masti that has ensued. Let’s get to it. Quickly and painlessly.
The bread bug that bit me some time ago, has stayed. It caused me to do several crazy things at home, giving us a serious carb OD and huge amounts of money being spent on flour. At last count, I baked 4 kinds of bread in a particular week, the last of which was a loaf of bread to satisfy the husband’s craving for french toast. Because, you know, buying bread in a jiffy is no longer an option. It’s bonkers when I think about it, but I can’t complain. Neither can the husband.
Right before my camera adapter died on me (and before I could transfer the pictures in it, on to my laptop) I baked 2-3 more kinds of bread waiting to be blogged, so consider this an IOU of sorts. Also, at the start of the year I joined the We Knead To Bake Bread-baking Group, that bakes a new bread every month. So you can expect this bread-y frenzy to persist for some months, still.
Until then, sample these (click pictures to visit the recipe links)
The bulk of the Indian/desi-inspired khana I made is yet to be retrieved of the dead camera, but before that fiasco happened, there was this genius concoction.
And of course, there was cake.
When the various technical issues have been addressed, and my mojo creeps back to normal (it’s slowly getting there. I think) I should have a few more breads to share — a green minty loaf, something that started off being brioche but got braided into a beautiful loaf half-way, and some caramelised onion paranthas.. There is also a coffee cake in there, somewhere. And a super-spicy South-Indian horse-gram curry.
There’s also some talk of introducing 3 new cakes to the H&E menu. I have them in my head, I need to get cracking and perfect the recipes, get my guinea pigs to sample and approve/disapprove so I can decide to keep or change them. Then there’s a bread-y venture I am about to get into, but you will hear more on that when I have figured out some logistics. For far too long, I have been trying to figure out delivering some drier stuff (cookies, mainly) to other cities, and this too needs some attention at the earliest. There’s a series of newsletters I have started and stopped writing several times over, that I absolutely must finish and send out because they include the introduction of something VC and I are very, very excited to share. So before I go ahead and blurt it out, let me stop.
For the first time in a long time, the excited might be outdoing the hungry, in these parts. But its a sign of good times. Happy times. It’s wonderful to have all these plans. But I’ve had them simmering away for far too long now. I just need to get
cracking cooking, plate up and dish them out already.