It’s a word that reminds me of an untrained dog, or something worse, like a cow running wild in the woods.
“Why is it doing that?” ask the bewildered villagers.
“Oh, it isn’t domesticated yet.”
And that really does explain it all.
Except that it’s a term that mum chose to use for me. Well, because, I’m 25. And a girl. And couldn’t be less interested in cooking.
I guess that explains it all as well.
So now that I’m back home, it was only a matter of time before Project Domestication was launched. It didn’t quite go in the direction either of us wanted, but we’ve reached a nice little compromised middle path with which both of us are rather satisfied.
So my dear future hubby, I might not be able to make daal tadka and ten types of veggies for you, but I should hopefully be able to appeal to your sweet tooth at the end of the ready-to-eat packet meal we’ll soon get used to devouring.
So that’s what’s new each weekend, and you know what, I actually look forward to it!
Last weekend was my Mum’s simple vanilla and two layered cake. You would be happy to know, that it wasn’t hard, it wasn’t burnt, and it wasn’t anything weird. It was, in fact, rather perfect.
|The yum vanilla cake!|
|And the double layered cupcakes|
Maybe I do have my mum’s baking genes.
Or of course, maybe it was simple enough for a monkey to cook, and with my mum watching over my shoulder and giving instructions, not much could go wrong.
But I choose to believe in the former!
Right now as I write this, there’s a lemon soufflé resting in the refrigerator. Fill you in on that one, well, once I figure out if it’s edible! Fingers crossed!