Confessions Of A Wild Child.

I've always been a little.. not rebellious, but anti-authority. My friends know quite well that when Monday assemblies come, and when I'm listening to any teacher rambling on and on, I'd be talking back (quite rudely) under my breath. Or expounding my opinions to anyone who would listen (usually Nad or Shana or even Amira, sorry). I can't help myself, such is my nature. It didn't get me into trouble.

But in baking, it did. :-(

My exploits in the kitchen have been unsavoury, I admit. The only thing yang paling sedap is chocolate brownie on the second attempt, and even that tak betul-betul masak. I've made 2 types of cookies so far, a biscotti, what else I can't remember. All had been less than successful. You see, my problem is I have trouble following the recipes. Sangat-sangat trouble. When the recipe calls for 1/4 cup of cocoa powder, I put in 1/2. When it says 3 eggs at room temperature, after 5 minutes out the fridge, I crack them into the mix. I'm impatient, to say the least. When I'm feeling anti-authority, this goes through my head; "Ah, senyap ah buku resepi. I know better." Yeah right.

Tadi I made biscotti. Inspired by a piece given to me by Raidah. Thanks by the way, it was delicious. So balik-balik rumah, told my mum, sudah set dalam kepala nak buat. And tadi, I baked one, ikut recipe from Donna Hay's book. Shoulda known it would turn out a disaster. As I was scooping plain all-purpose floor into the mixing bowl, tiba-tiba tak cukup. Short of 1/2 cup lagi. I was like, never mind, maybe it won't matter. Dengan bijaknya I put in 1/2 cup of cocoa powder instead of 1/4, to "make up for the shortage of flour". I mix mix mix, and added the eggs sume (yeah, they're not at room temperature) and suddenly I thought to myself, panicking a bit. "Is it supposed to be this sticky??" No, it wasn't. Feeling very apprehensive, I added 1/4 cup of wholemeal flour. And another 1/4 cup. And another. Well you know what happened next. As I was setting the biscotti tray in the oven, I prayed for it to turn out okay. Okay was everything I asked for. Not delicious.

My mum came close to banning from the kitchen just now, the biscotti tastes weird. But half of it is gone, told you my family is a bunch of piranhas. But really, I've learned my lesson, stick to the recipe, stick to the recipe. Stick to the recipe. :-(

And wholemeal flour tastes like Playdough, benci. (I wanted to say "tastes like shit" but it seemed disrespectful somehow. Hmm.)

Signing out.