Strawberry Sandwich (Wha..? No way!)

It has been so long that it felt like I forgot how to write to you guys. Half an hour later, I decided it's best to just bear my heart. It hasn't been easy, will never be easy, to change. To align yourself to your surrounding, to mould yourself to someone else's theories and to change. "Difficult" does not even cut it close. How then, do you keep your self? 

Fortunate for some of us, if you have some berries, a scoop of ice cream, tablespoon of sugar and a pinch of cinnamon, it might just reenergise you for your battles tomorrow. That was how this sandwich came to be. Some self-healing.

Birthday Cake

Every once in a while, i would try my best to make someone happy. 

I cooked my mom a full pasta meal when i was merely 10 years old.

I would drop little trails of (eherm) pixie dust to a birthday present. 

I was very much reprimanded in both occasions. 

As i remember, it was "not pixie dust".

 My little "happy" giveaways never end beautifully.

Soon enough (about 10 years), I stopped trying.

 Then, i met you.

You fell asleep.

Yes, my little "happy" treats never end successfully. 

But this cake was delicious. 

Strawberry Custard Tart

Hairdressers.

They're either people you'd love or people you'd hold a grudge with. 

I went to a reputable saloon a few nights ago. I was excited. I was anxious. After directing the lady very specifically, she began prepping my hair. And that moment her hands touched my hair, I apologized to my previous hairdresser.

As she combed pulled my hair like you would to feathers of a chicken, ignoring the constant clicks of my impatient tongue, I knew I was in deep mumbo jumbo.

Then the first cut.

I stared at the mirror.

(scissors snapped) "Wait a second." 

(scissors snapped) "No.. no.. That wasn't 2 inches."

I sit there, my hair as a hostage. As the scissors continued its path of destruction, from the corner of my eye, on the floor, lay my hair 4 maybe 5 inches long. 

(scissors snapped) "you..."

(scissors snapped) "you..."

(scissors snapped) "F*ck you bitch!!!"

"F*ck.... (scissors snapped) you..."

Wooden Board and Strawberry Jam Granola

You know how all the cool bloggers have those cool boards in their cool photographs and their cool personalities? (you know who) I'm obviously jealous, I mean, how unfair can life get! They're not only beautiful human beings, they're great bakers, have a good supply of mason jars and have cool wooden boards! Come on! So let's kick them in the butt and show them what the little people can do.

Homemade Wooden Board

Enough wooden planks for size desired. + 2 

Wood glue

Paintbrush

Desired paint color

1. Align planks to check for fit. Making sure the 2 planks used for glueing at the bottom is long enough.

2. Take out one plank at the end and glue that one first. 

3. Parallel to the first plank, glue the rest of the planks accordingly, making sure to leave enough gap for weather expansion/contraction.

4. Leave for one hour where glue is most wet then, stack weighing objects on top of the planks. Set aside overnight. (It's good to do this on a free area)

5. Mix some water paint with water. This is so that the paint doesn't over-coat the wood. We want some of that wood texture to surface.

6. Pain another coat if needed for depth. Set aside overnight

I painted the planks with a shade of grey before painting it with the Tosca paint. A mixture of dark blue, sky blue, dark green, light green, dark purple and violet. As you can see, i was desperate.

 Voila! Tell me, did i or did i kick butts?

If that didn't hurt their butts enough, I'm serving ya'll with a great granola recipe.

New York Cheesecake with Strawberry Glaze

What is your favorite cake?!

One sunny afternoon, the Mr asked me, “do you know what’s my most favorite cake?” I yelled in pride because “Doh! Brownies!!” I knew I was right! I knew it!

I wasn’t.

“That’s a bar, not a cake.” He chose one moment to be picky and I must say, very well chosen!

(Rolls eyes) “What then?” already, I'm thinking it would be blueberry or chocolate.

Beep Boop! Wrong again. It’s well along the sides of strawberry, cheesecake and pie, or all the three in one! 

Anywho, the Mr loves cheesecakes but doesn’t like cheese. Smearing cheese on everything is “Eww”. As opposed to me, I want a cheese tower every occasion possible. Yes, a cheese tower. Ok, maybe just a cheese platter. (*hints)

So! I baked him a cheesecake. There’s no special occasion, yet no occasion more special than this. Simply thanking the man. Thank you, deer, so much for our similarities but... even more for our differences.

Black Tea Cake with Strawberry Tea Jam

There is one thing i can truly be proud of. I do not get sick. Germs hop away at the touch of my skin and in great fear. Which reminds me, I also know how to take care of sick people. Especially those stubborn ones, if you know what i'm sayin'.

Hence, when Jes says 3 cups, you gotta listen. 'less you want her to go down the crazy road. And you don't want her going there! You really don't. I'm just sayin'

 3 cups of Chinese herbal tea (not those served in your Dim Sum restaurant, those are a treat) a day. I assure you, you'd be thankful in the end. In return, when i'm feeling like less of a "devil" or when i couldn't sleep at the wee hours woken up by the exact thoughts of an awesome cake, you'll wake up to a slice of this. Deal?

This cake is one of my most random creations...who am i kidding, this is my most awesomest random creation that didn't turn out a disaster! May the little fur-less bunny rest in peace. 

I woke up at the strangest hour this morning, thinking up various flavours that will jingle all our tastebuds, as well as our eyes.