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A Baking Virgin... no more

Assalamualaikum wbt n hye....

The debut of my baking career is thoroughly pleasing me as my encouraging groupmates tasted the blackish "DARK" chocolate brownies. I'm lucky no one seemed septic looking after that. Still have to wait 1 day to count the incident of diarrhoea. But judging from the second round swarming mouths that waited while I was cutting the remaining of the pieces... I'm not picking up any enemy by making them taste this. I shouldn't, unless I was terribly bad. Conceived from Miss Adah's secret's fool-proof recipe, I have ensured that at least... it will be edible.

So Adah... great things are for sharing, right????

Let us rub off the secret in the name, and let the whole world try the goodness!

Ingredients
250g butter
1.5 cup of sugar (can reduce to 1 coz the choc is sweet)
3/4 cup cocoa powder
1/3 cup plain flour
1/2 teaspoon baking powder
4 eggs
chopped hazelnuts
chopped choc / choc chips

How to???
1. Melt butter and sugar in a saucepan over low heat. Stir until sugar dissolved.
2. Remove from heat
3. Sieve cocoa, flour, baking powder in a bowl. Add a pinch of salt.
4. Add melted butter and sugar and eggs and hazelnut and choc
5. Stir happily and pour into greated tin.
6. Bake for 25-30 mins or less, don't let it burn!
7. SHARE!

I hope Miss Adah won't saman me for this.

Last nite I've forgotten the baking powder. It was agonising!!!! Because after 2 years of knowing about this secret recipi I felt like trying and bought all the ingredients (out of memory.... which is obviously dwinding..coz ...) I forgotten to buy the baking powder!!! So after interrogating my front door neighbour and found out they don't have baking powder, and going down to my local sundry shop to find out they also don't stock baking powder... it started raining cats and dogs outside and I started to wish that it rains baking powder.

So I go back to my readings and case write up... until 11 at night a lightbulb flickered at the periphery of my dim brain. Amy got self raising flour = plain flour + baking powder....

There you go... operation started. I actually tweaked a bit and put some almond powder in the mixture. (First time baking and already into tweaking...) I used Tudor Gold cocoa powder... the taste is real deep. I put a cut bar of milk chocolate that actually melted... note to self, don't use that anymore.... Next time should add choc chips! And maybe white chocs and milky bar or sumthing... Wonderlicious!

Im sorry to those who fast tadi... Im planning second round in near future. Now I understand Amy's feeling when she just can't stop trying to make eclairs. Maybe Ill learn cupcakes next. Yoohoo!

This baton is my keepsake...

If we are in a heartbreak relay, I would like to pass on the baton. I really would like to pass it… but why I keep holding on to it is beyond me. If I can hold to it long enough until the cycle breaks then perhaps this curse will be broken too. Then everyone will have their time to heal, and everyone wins.

Perhaps not everyone will win... that's just too optimistic of me. But I will have the keepsake, and that is the biggest win of all. Even for the price of being broken to smithereens.

Don't you think that a glass broken to smithereens, can still be broken again and again, to be crushed into dust, ground into powdery wisp....Don't you think that it will be more lethal that way? The way it can infiltrate the air you are breathing and cut you deeper and deeper...Oh yes, it can still be broken quite a number of time until you reach the core of its existence.

And the only way for that dust to become whole again is to find a point in space where it can gather and recollect every pieces... to welcome the warmth and the heat from the outside world that it never allow in before... to melt and to hold fast, one piece to another... Then perhaps the glass will become whole again.

Because there is so much warm and shining things in this world.... I won't frown or weep. And I have this baton for my keepsake, and that is the biggest win of all.