Sunday, February 7, 2010

The failed domestic goddess

i've come to realise that cooking has got alot to do with how you feel, your mood and spirits. Even if you follow the recipe right down to the T, one can still get it dreadfully wrong.

Tonight for instance, I had a batch of frozen pastry left over from the last quiche I made. I decided to defrost it to make a beef pot pie but changed my mind to have rice with the stew instead. I kept the stew in a foil to retain the moisture but it refused to reheat in the oven. I took the foil off (obviously) but the oven was too hot and the stew dried out.

I then decided to bake some custard tarts, one of my all time favourites, just to cheer myself up. Now I don't usually follow recipes exactly when I bake. I take the general proportions and just go with my gut feel, measurements, timing, temperature. I took the usual steps but for some reason, the custards exploded into some very dubious looking ugly buns, kinda like mutated scones that popped out from pastry shells. Custard flavour was spot on though.

Lesson learnt, never cook when you're in a shitty mood. You just end up with some serious crap. Now what am i going to do with these 10 little volcanoes?