Hey everybody! It’s been a reeeeally long time! I’ve been so caught up with college and in the snarling Devil’s Snare-Triwizard Maz-ish exasperating, frustrating, compli…wait..this sounds like a Taylor Swift song..Uggh…Let’s start again.
LONG TIME NO WRITE guys! Well, THAT’s not being completely honest. I wrote some crazy-long papers and suffered through near-failing some of my exams and a possible heart-attack…*shudder*
Nothing I write seems to turn out very positive, does it? LOL. It’s probably because I’m veering towards college stuff and the hullabalooΒ that comes with it!

I can’t believe my luck either! I have so much time on my hands, I’m going a little crazy. OK, a LOT crazy. Like jumping-around-like-a-demented-dingbat-crazy.
So what’s a girl to do? Try something NEW, of course! Something NOT in my alley. Something that I wouldn’t even CONSIDER stepping into for fear of killing people, burning the house down or if I have to be a little optimistic, a little poisoning. Yeah, just a teeny bit..Hmm..(*nods sagely* or was it *saVAgely?* X_X )
Nooo, I have not become homicidal within a few months( though I was sorely tempted for a while in college..those professors…YEESH!), I’m talking about that most sacred of arts, the one thing to get your nose tingling and your home smelling like PARADISE! Yep, it’s COOKING folks. Or to be more specific, BAKING.
I should explain a little about my love for cooking. It’ll be really short. There wasn’t any! Well, unless you don’t count making banana milkshakes after avidly watching Tellytubbies. Yep, I don’t think that counts!
But BAKING has a whole different meaning. After reading tons of books that eulogize baking and how women always bake when they’re stresses and how cathartic and therapeutic it is to take out your anger and punches on a willing piece of dough, made better by all that *take THAT sucker!* whacks, it seems like the OBVIOUS excuse to enter mom’s hallowed portals.
I remember the morning so well…(I’m not telling you that it was yesterday..) The sky was blue and shining, there wasn’t a cloud to blot my happiness of the holidays and sucking in a deep breath and bolstering my courage, I stepped across the safety zone into the KITCHEN.
I’d looked up my first recipe. Banana bread. Sigh…I know, I know. Not very imaginative. I could have googled raspberry Parfait or something absolutely marvelous like Triple-Layer Cheesecake with Peanut Butter and no, I did not just google that! Nope, my very first baking attempt was with a good, old-fashioned banana. Why? Because the house was OVERFLOWING with bananas, that’s why!
I wasn’t complaining. Bananas have a naturally gooey texture and it would help me in my maiden effort! So, I got together all my ingredients guaranteed to produce a gorgeous, little banana cake. I sifted flour, clumsily cracked 2 eggs, generously poured sugar(*LORD, ANYTHING WITH ENOUGH SUGAR MAY BE EATEN WITH THY GRACE.*), a dash of cinnamon and a tiny splosh of vanilla essence and with great guilt, a cup of vegetable oil..Goodbye abs…Sigh…you gotta let go of something to get something magical!
OMG I forgot the most important ingredient, BANANAS! I mashed the lovely yellows to sticky, gooey mush and added it to the mixing bowl. I started whisking with added zest and TADA! The cake mixture was DONE! Stage 1, cleared.
I sniffed the brown mash delicately, hmm…smells pretty good from the cinnamon and vanilla, I wonder how it would taste…YUCK! Time to get in the oven!
I popped the mixture, now snug-as-a-bug in the baking tray into the oven, set the timer for 20 minutes, closed my eyes and prayed.
I have never, I repeat, NEVER known 20 minutes to go by so slowly. What ever happened to Tempus Fugit? Grrr…I peeped through the glass anxiously, was my baby ok? Gaaah! I couldn’t see anything through the dark glass! I paced like a caged erm..panther! Yeah, rawr..
I realized that my willing it to cook faster wasn’t pressurizing it in the slightest and so, I went around the house aimlessly, cocking my ear for the sweet TING! After an unbearable 19 minutes, I knew it was 19 because I’d rushed back to the kitchen smelling the faint cakey fragrance…
I glanced at the timer, 30 seconds to go…I dropped on to my hands and did a downward-facing -dog(that’s a yoga pose!) and stretched out to a plank. 10 seconds. 10 push-ups. Go!
10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1-TING! It beeped! Whoopee! I leaped up and opened the oven door. Carefully, that’s it, slow and steady..I pulled out the baking tray and sucked in a breath.
The most beautiful, deliciously-golden and scrumptiously-fragrant banana cake looked back at me. I placed the golden beauty on the wire tray to cool and watched it from every angle, like a mother with her new baby. It was so perfect! The slight crustiness on top, a little walnut poking out and the fragrance, sigh…much better than a baby’s bottom!
I quickly powdered sugar and squeezed in lemon to make the icing and dabbed it generously on Goldie. Yummy! I sliced Goldie into various sizes and placed it on a plate. This was the moment of truth. Would it taste as good as it smelt and looked?
It did.
It was magical and absolutely unbelievable that I could actually create something so delicious! I didn’t choke and die(yet)! Yippeee! The world is mine. Muahahahaha! Look out Rachel Allen!
Seriously, the niggling doubt and fear about the forbidden-zone disappeared. I am no longer afraid of the KITCHEN and the MICROWAVE. I think that’s my biggest achievement and the fact that I BAKED, of course!
Don’t be scared! Step out of your comfort zone and try something DASHING! Stun your friends and family( My family were pretty gobsmacked! πŸ˜‰ ).It makes you feel so AWESOME too!
So, go ahead! You know, you can bake your cake and eat it too! πŸ˜€



He make look crusty but he’s a sweetheart! ❀


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* In my context, family. Waiting for my family. And they're finally here! πŸ˜„πŸ˜ Happy Father's Day, Appa! We don't have a single picture together.(I know!)πŸ˜–πŸ™† So I had to conjure up one myself!πŸ˜‚πŸ˜… This is one of my best and favorite memories of the both of us! πŸ˜πŸ˜„
See you soon! 😊
P.S. I don't draw boy-doodles very well. πŸ˜…πŸ˜·
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