In the afternoon, one of my baby’s pleasures is a boudoir, which is a light, melt-in-your-mouth eggwhite-leavened sugar-dusted biscuit. This is after he’s had his petit suisse, a soft white cheese a little bit like Philly. Before you stamp your foot in indignation that I give my baby something dusted with sugar after all the agony of deciding how to feed him, I will let you know his pediatrician put it in his recommended diet! … [read more]
Archive for the ‘Biscuits and Cookies’ Category
You know you’re walking into a hardcore kitchen when the first thing you see is stacks upon stacks of boxes filled with gorgeous home-made mooncakes.
The women on my Dad’s side of the family in Singapore — they’re fearless cooks.
Pineapple tarts, bak-zhang (glutinous rice dumplings wrapped in bamboo leaves), black vinegar-braised pig’s trotters? They could whip those together with their eyes closed.
Recently, however, the task at hand was Chinese mooncakes, eaten to mark the Mid-Autumn Festival, which falls this Saturday … [read more]
Scones used to be the stuff of my childhood storybooks. A lot of those books used to be by British authors and they would conjure up elaborate evening teas in the homes of gentle folk (including various Dukes and Duchesses, Earls and their Ladies, the local Squire and his wife, the Vicar in his Vicarage or perhaps the local Parish priest to mention more than a few) … [read more]
From My Diverse Kitchen
I’m not sure what to say to you. Not after what you did. I’m still angry and upset that you would lie to me like that over the last few weeks. I’m in class writing this and trying not to cry. I have to go up to the front and give a presentation but all I can thi-
Suddenly an arm covered the rest of the letter … [read more]
From Vanilla Garlic
I walked into the K-Mart store near Penn Station in New York last week and discovered to my horror that the Christmas section is already fully stocked with artificial Christmas trees, holiday decorations and ribbons. I had to check the date on my New York Times to make sure I had not completely missed Columbus Day, Halloween and Thanksgiving. This senseless commercialization sent shivers up my spine … [read more]
From Red Cook
Somewhere in the back of my increasingly feeble, mother-to-an-almost-toddler mind, I seem to remember learning in school about the hierarchy of basic human needs. I’m pretty sure they included food, water, shelter, chocolate and an aunt and uncle set who are significantly cooler than your parents. Baby C scored on that last bit. A prime example being that her awesome Uncle Pat recently rolled through town on a tour with his band, while her totally boring mother baked cookies for said band. But as it turns out, it’s a tall order, baking for rockstars … [read more]
From Piece of Cake
Festivals in India are too many to sit and count. The country is almost always bursting in celebration in different location housing different cultures. People get together, share sweets and gifts and enjoy much fanfare observing some aspect of their heritage/religion. One cannot even come to imagine the bewitching time children have. For them, its more about holidays, cousins/friends getting together and most importantly – the food … [read more]
From Chef In You
When I first begin to get sick, I begin to clean. Ambitiously.
It’s not just scrubbing dishes or sweeping the floors or folding the laundry. It’s cleaning the windows and flipping the mattresses and vacuuming under the fridge. When my mind is fuzzy with sickness, I can’t stand a similar feeling of clutter in my surroundings … [read more]
From Seven Spoons
Today, probably the greatest golfer who ever strode to a tee box, Arnold Palmer aka “The King”, turns 80.
Whenever I think of Arnold Palmer, I think of lazy Sundays sitting on the floor in front of my dad’s chair while we watched Arnold go head to head with his arch nemesis, Jack Nicklaus. We would sit, watch golf, and catch up with each other … [read more]
From The Sour Dough