This cake is the perfect way to end a Saturday evening of pizza and a FRIENDS marathon. Not the wildest, but definitely the tastiest. Just saying.
This is my favourite pound cake yet. Buttery as always, but not in a way that makes you hate yourself. Plenty of cocoa and melty chocolate chips make it impossible to stop devouring slice after slice. This blogging thing is testing my self control to the absolute limit.
It’s soft, fluffy, moist and did I mention buttery? So good.
You know you married the right man when he rolls out pastry dough because you’re too scared to do it yourself. With my sister and now-proven-better-half cheering in the kitchen, we made a pie from scratch.
And it was pretty good, if I do say so myself.
Lemony, creamy filling and the buttery-est crust to back it up. This pie is REALLY good for the ego :)
I just needed a cookie. A chocolate chip cookie. A thick, chewy, soft cookie. With slightly crispy edges and a squidgy center. With melty chocolate chips oozing everywhere.
I didn’t want a chocolate chip cookie with chill, peanut butter, more peanut butter, sea salt, white chocolate, Reese’s or even barley. Not even these mildly skinny but tasty ones. Not even these chocolate overdose ones. Definitely not these super healthy ones.
I wanted a basic but gigantic ol’ cookie. With butter and brown sugar. And all things bad.
These are officially the most terrifying things I’ve ever made.
I actually Googled ‘popovers’ multiple times to figure out why mine looked like these monstrous bits of dough puffing up in the oven like there was no tomorrow. And why they went sort of flat when I pulled them out. And whether they were supposed to be completely hollow. And whether it was ok that they were bottomless (so weird!!).
Apparently, all of that nerve-wracking popover behaviour is some sort of right of passage. Everyone seems to have their own story. Tall popovers, hollow popovers, bottomless popovers, crispy popovers, soggy popovers.
I read A LOT of popover stories. This is mine :)
Happy Diwali, folks! Hope you’ve got a super brightly lit house and a lot of sugar into your system by now :)
This Diwali has been a bit of a last-minute dash to get lights and diyas, before we realised there’s not a single matchstick at home either. I was well-prepared, as you can tell.
These ladoos were just as much of a “oh ok, let’s do this” sort of thing. I set out to make karanjis (like Maharashtrian versions of the North Indian ‘ghujiya’), then realised we have no coconut, then realised we have besan and here’s what happened :)
I’m finally over my fear of whole wheat flour. As long as there’s a banana in the fruit basket.
Because OH MY GOD.
I was not expecting this beautiful, dark, rich, dense-but-not-in-a-gross-way, moist, soft, banana-y bread. With just a smidgen of olive oil and no sugar. No kidding.
I was expecting a tough, leathery bread. So wrong. And I’m going to call this bread, not just cake baked in a loaf tin, just because it really is healthy and you could eat it for breakfast and go on your merry way.
Thanks to the lovely Kate at Cookie and Kate, I officially believe in magic :)
It was a weeknight. There was one lonely apple. And there was me. It isn’t the fruit of temptation for nothing.
I present to you, the best apple anything you will ever eat. These muffins are better than apple pie. Yes, I said it. Your kitchen will smell unbelievable, your taste buds will thank you for now and forever.
There’s some whole wheat flour, brown sugar, a bit of butter, fresh apple and as much cinnamon as you can handle. There is nothing to not like. Make these!