Hey guys. Just a quick post here while I'm momentarily home from boarding school. I went for watercolor painting workshop over at Dazzling Cafe two weeks back and it was so, so great. I wrote a blog post over on the Naiise blog for it, so here's the link and do check it out.
Pound cakes have long been the bane of my existence. Don't get me wrong - I don't mind a hefty slice of the cake myself, and, in fact, it was the first cake I baked. Ever.
I can still remember pulling that 9x7" pan out of the oven at 11 at night, watching the steam rise as I cut into the browned and cracked crust, taking a bite of the rich, buttery flavor of the cake alongside my mum. But, I can also recall having to wipe and scrub and wash the mixing bowls and all too-many utensils, having to mop the butter and flour off counter top, walls and floors, finally tumbling to bed dusted in flour.
Never again, I told myself, shall I bake again on a school night.
The post-exam phase never fails to be punctuated by several bleary-eyed mornings and deviating from my usual wake-up time by half an hour; the by-product of being huddled in front of the laptop - occasionally with dad - having late night movie sessions. As of this day, the Grand Budapest Hotel never fails to amaze (as does Wes Anderson), The Pianist leaves behind stark impressions, and High Rise is plain depressing.
Anyway, back to early mornings! Breakfast at home is always a must (I've spent too much of my childhood dropping crumbs left right and center in my mum's car), and most mornings, its a bowl of oatmeal or pancakes, if I've got some stocked up in the freezer. But recently, the weather has been atrociously hot, and contrary to what some believe, yes, there IS a limit to how much bircher muesli and chia puddings that one can consume.
This leaves one answer, and one answer only: granola parfaits.
It's over. Four years of institutional education culminated in a week-long span of exams. Deep breath in. Deep breath out. It's kind of surreal, innit?
The past week has been spent studying myself into oblivion - tossing myself headfirst into stacks of notes and trying, so, so hard, to memorize the different phases of cell development, reagents for a colorful range of reactions among other content from the three teetering stacks of notes beside my table. The notion that its all come to an abrupt halt is inconceivable, as if these subjects - hate or love them - have suddenly released their too-tight-its-painful clasp on me and "be free". I don't know whether to laugh or cry.