I find cake baking a bit intimidating because it involves a lot of things that could go wrong and result in a sad block of inedible brick. The cake could fall in the middle, it could crack on top, it could turn out dry and chalky and if you leave your oven unattended for too long, the cake could be reduced to a bit of char though you set the baking time and temperature right. Exact measurements need to be used, ingredients must be mixed just the right way, the temperature has to be just right and so on and so forth. And a sponge cake is particularly tough to bake. OK, I think I have scared you enough. But fear not, because I have for you a step by step tutorial on how to bake a perfectly light and spongy, well, sponge cake!
Saturday, December 31, 2011
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
A Question of Faith
On our way to Kerala, we saw a battered car being pulled out of a deep valley in Sultan Battery. My worried son asked me if we would meet the same fate.
"No", I assured him.
"But why?” he wanted to know.
After some thinking, I said God was with us and he would protect us from harm.
"So wasn't God with them?” came the next question.
Uh-oh!
I told my mom about this incident, and in reply, she told me a story she had heard in church. It was about a priest and his family who had unshakeable faith in God. The little girl was suffering from cancer and the pain killers were not doing her any good anymore. The end was very near and through a haze of pain, she told her father that she could see a hand extending towards her, a hand very much like her father's. "It is the God's hand, hold on to it tightly, my dear", he replied.
I find such faith commendable and frustrating at the same time. During the darkest of hours, how is it possible not to question, how can one find consolation in the will of God?
"No", I assured him.
"But why?” he wanted to know.
After some thinking, I said God was with us and he would protect us from harm.
"So wasn't God with them?” came the next question.
Uh-oh!
I told my mom about this incident, and in reply, she told me a story she had heard in church. It was about a priest and his family who had unshakeable faith in God. The little girl was suffering from cancer and the pain killers were not doing her any good anymore. The end was very near and through a haze of pain, she told her father that she could see a hand extending towards her, a hand very much like her father's. "It is the God's hand, hold on to it tightly, my dear", he replied.
I find such faith commendable and frustrating at the same time. During the darkest of hours, how is it possible not to question, how can one find consolation in the will of God?
Saturday, December 24, 2011
Duck Fry
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