I don’t flip through cookbooks. I pore over them. I make mental notes, stick Post-Its, read them like there’s a miraculous fourth book in the Millenium trilogy. With the humongous collection of recipes available online, blogs to gape at and cooking-related discussion groups of all kinds, it seems like there’s actually no need for cookbooks…
The Desserted Girl
Healthy Chocolate Truffles
So I turned out to be an utter and total fraud. I, who runs screaming from brownies adulterated with walnuts, who balks at the thought of popping whole cashews in my mouth, who does not understand why perfectly good oatmeal cookies must be tortured with the addition of raisins. I, who does all of that, not because…
Steamed Modaks
First off, I’m going to pretend I made these all by myself for as long as I can convince you. I won’t admit that I stared dumbfounded as my Mom, way quicker than she thinks, moulded these perfect little modaks, popped them into the steamer and all I did was pop them into my mouth. I…
Roast Potato & Parsley Salad
I’m not a terribly fast cook. In fact, I’m terribly slow. Even when I have help on hand, I’m still moving around at my own pace, stirring real slow, chopping real slow. I enjoy it. I can walk fast, talk fast, read fast. Can’t cook fast. With this salad though, no matter how hard I…
Super Simple Sheera
I get thrown off balance when things around me aren’t absolutely, completely, totally precise. Vagueness has no room in my life and definitely not in my kitchen. So when experienced and fabulous cooks like my Mom help me out in cooking conundrums, I often find myself desperately going, “But what do you mean ‘just a bit…