At times when I don’t have clarity, the only thing that saves me is baking. I sit by my window with a cup of coffee, wondering how that pie or cake is going to turn out. I might’ve done everything right but I can still never be sure. And when the cake or pie comes out as it should, the little pieces come together, my thoughts aren’t as cloudy and I feel as though I’ve been injected with a fresh dose of endorphins.
The first time I ate a cheesecake was when I was in school. I had gone to my cousin’s house in Bangalore for vacation. It was summer and that only meant one thing – mangoes. She taught me how to make a simple, no-bake mango cheesecake. When I say simple, I mean simple and that doesn’t mean it wasn’t delicious; it was smashing.
We all manage to cope with the lack of non-Indian ingredients just fine. Well, mostly there isn’t room for coping considering we pretty much get everything in the stores these days. However, they come with a price and you know that.
For someone like me, weather is hardly a determinant of my hunger. Hail storm or scorching sun, if there’s something delicious in front of me, I can just eat. But I don’t know what it is about the rain and food in general, my hunger button is perennially on or should I say cravings button? And then a new chapter of gluttony unfolds.
Whoever came up with the phrase “the grass is always greener on the other side” is genius. It’s such a simple phrase yet it’s profoundly true on so many levels. I think, sometimes, the sum total of our existence boils down to that.
I’ve never been quite so stressed about baking a cake before. This one brought a side out of me that I didn’t know existed. My prep for baking this cake was amazing; I sorted out the ingredients, measured them out and kept them aside the previous night, left all the equipment I needed on the counter so that I didn’t have to waste time looking for one during baking and I even finished a couple of elements the day before, so that I had all the time to assemble the cake.