my extreme eating friends know there's a special place in my heart that's only for really good madeleines and french macaroons. i've put myself into some really stupid situations just to get good ones... Like the time my friends and i almost missed our flight back home from Tokyo because we dared to go to Le Chocolat de H in Roppongi Hills 3 hours before our flight, just to take home what we rated as THE best macaroons in the whole of Tokyo. ( We ate about 5 different brands of macaroons in 1 week) We were scared shit the whole way to the airport. How will we explain to our parents that we missed our flight over pastries?
Anyway. Before you think I attempted to make madeleine macaroons, I'm telling you now that I'm not that retarded. Nor am I that imaginative or brave.
Instead, I ventured into a not entirely unknown territory... I attempted to combine madeleines with my new obsession - cheese!!
I've gained 5 pounds and counting this month because of cheese. I've made up horrible excuses just to go to this buffet (twice in one week) to eat copious amounts of cheese. That place is huge but I just concentrate on the cheese and cold cuts selection. They have this big whole Parmesan (with unlimited parma ham!) and tons of other smelly delights. Its during moments like these when I become sad at the realization that Food Alone affects me this way. URGH. Enough cheesiness already. On to the disaster!
I attempted to make Rosemary Parmesan Madeleines. I saw this recipe while browsing the Williams Sonoma website and it didn't leave my thoughts for days. Cheesy madeleines owned me and the only way I was going to get out of this slavery was to eat it.
And so last Sunday, right after a nice deep tissue massage, I went to work on my freedom.
I should have known the whole thing was going to be a disaster when while in the midst of baking, I found myself without eggs. (pun intended). I had to bother our driver to run to the nearest grocery for it. After an hour of baking and 10 minutes of waiting beside the oven, I was shocked to see disappointment staring back at me. The madeleines didn't form properly. They didn't rise! (And no, this savoury madeleine recipe did not need any resting!) Its not that it didn't have a bump. It just refused to form on one side. The other side was madeleine like, but the other side looked like Mars. I didn't know whether to cry or scream or to put my hand in the hot oven to crush the even hotter un-madeleines.
When I finally took them out of the pans, my heart felt so heavy. The last time I had a madeleine disaster like this was when I forgot to melt the butter before mixing it into the batter. but that was it. I reread the recipe a million times but no, I did not miss a step. Neither did I perform a procedure differently. I don't usually mess up this bad. Oh well.
The supposed Rosemary Parmesan Madeleines turned out to be more like ordinary cheese bread from a really gross factory. I couldnt even taste nor smell the rosemary. Despite putting in twice the necessary amount!! Plus I wasted really good Parmesan!! I really felt like banging my head on the wall. I don't know if I should blame the recipe, or myself or the oven, or the ingredients.
I slept immediately after that. Didn't and couldn't speak. I hate failure.
It's been two days and yet I can still smell the wasted cheese.
my extreme eating friends know there's a special place in my heart that's only for really good madeleines and french macaroons. i've put myself into some really stupid situations just to get good ones... Like the time my friends and i almost missed our flight back home from Tokyo because we dared to go to Le Chocolat de H in Roppongi Hills 3 hours before our flight, just to take home what we rated as THE best macaroons in the whole of Tokyo. ( We ate about 5 different brands of macaroons in 1 week) We were scared shit the whole way to the airport. How will we explain to our parents that we missed our flight over pastries?
Anyway. Before you think I attempted to make madeleine macaroons, I'm telling you now that I'm not that retarded. Nor am I that imaginative or brave.
Instead, I ventured into a not entirely unknown territory... I attempted to combine madeleines with my new obsession - cheese!!
I've gained 5 pounds and counting this month because of cheese. I've made up horrible excuses just to go to this buffet (twice in one week) to eat copious amounts of cheese. That place is huge but I just concentrate on the cheese and cold cuts selection. They have this big whole Parmesan (with unlimited parma ham!) and tons of other smelly delights. Its during moments like these when I become sad at the realization that Food Alone affects me this way. URGH. Enough cheesiness already. On to the disaster!
I attempted to make Rosemary Parmesan Madeleines. I saw this recipe while browsing the Williams Sonoma website and it didn't leave my thoughts for days. Cheesy madeleines owned me and the only way I was going to get out of this slavery was to eat it.
And so last Sunday, right after a nice deep tissue massage, I went to work on my freedom.
I should have known the whole thing was going to be a disaster when while in the midst of baking, I found myself without eggs. (pun intended). I had to bother our driver to run to the nearest grocery for it. After an hour of baking and 10 minutes of waiting beside the oven, I was shocked to see disappointment staring back at me. The madeleines didn't form properly. They didn't rise! (And no, this savoury madeleine recipe did not need any resting!) Its not that it didn't have a bump. It just refused to form on one side. The other side was madeleine like, but the other side looked like Mars. I didn't know whether to cry or scream or to put my hand in the hot oven to crush the even hotter un-madeleines.
When I finally took them out of the pans, my heart felt so heavy. The last time I had a madeleine disaster like this was when I forgot to melt the butter before mixing it into the batter. but that was it. I reread the recipe a million times but no, I did not miss a step. Neither did I perform a procedure differently. I don't usually mess up this bad. Oh well.
The supposed Rosemary Parmesan Madeleines turned out to be more like ordinary cheese bread from a really gross factory. I couldnt even taste nor smell the rosemary. Despite putting in twice the necessary amount!! Plus I wasted really good Parmesan!! I really felt like banging my head on the wall. I don't know if I should blame the recipe, or myself or the oven, or the ingredients.
I slept immediately after that. Didn't and couldn't speak. I hate failure.
It's been two days and yet I can still smell the wasted cheese.
Woohoo! What are we celebrating today? Another new blog! Haha. I usually abandon a blog once people I know start reading it. I have weird privacy issues. But people I don't know, read on!
What am I doing today?
A lot.
I'm booking our flight to Tokyo! This is the 4th year I'm spending halloween with friends there. Can't wait to eat all sorts of delicious food. Most of all, I can't wait to watch V6!!
Yes, I'm still into this boyband regardless of my age. Yesterday while slacking off at work, I saw this shocking video!
Inocchi, the ever energetic member and designated fellow boyband groper of V6 is getting married!! - Sending panic waves to the Johnny's community. All the blogs are speculating/betting on who's gonna be next. I don't really care unless its Junichi. If that happens I'll probably turn into a rock and roll myself off a cliff. Hehe. Kidding. But really, congratulations to Inocchi and his wife. According to the video, they plan to have 3 kids. Great! hope they have more as their country can obviously use more help.
In other news...
I can't decide if I should get a new lens for my D80 first or change my camera altogether first. Lately, my weak shoulders are complaining bt the camera's weight. I don't know if I should get a D40x to lug around instead. I really should have tested the D80 first before buying but after seeing the Takuya D80 commercial below, my mind stopped working.
It's 7am! Time to play a wake-up song!
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