Puff, Puff and gone...

This endevour has been delayed for quite some time now, even the lemon bought for this venture has turned mushy and yucky. Kak Ida (my baking master) suggested making this instead of the more ambitious difficult apple pie. The reasons she gave:

1. easier, as the pastry was store bought.
2. tastier, as the filling was as easy as ABC.
3. time-saving, as it taks only minutes to fold, crimp and voila!

the apple puff is ready to be consumed with relish. Here are the evidence...

Post Raya Kuih

Adik found a gadget from the depth of the kitchen drawer. When she asked what it is for, I immediately had the hankering to make kuih siput - one of the traditional Malay delicacies. We then browsed for some recipes and found one that seem easy and we had the ingredients listed in the recipes. After Maghrib prayer, we started our project and still couldn't finish until now. Here are some pictures to show for our effort.

We have mixed reaction to the kuih siput - my husband said there's not spicy enough, but Pak Atan had seconds of the kuih siput. Adik is speechless... Thanks to my SIL Rin for finishing the 'gentelan' for the kuih siput.

Main masak-masak

Some friends asked me to make them some agar-agar cendol. And being the amateur that I am, I had to refer to my recipe every time I make them. Ayang commented that I should have memorised the measurements and the ingredients, but alas I am insecure in that sense. I am scared that if I don't follow the instructions to the T, the dishes would not come out fine.

The measuring and the weighing.....

The first layer of decadence...

Cooking the second layer...

The second layer of yummilicious...

The dessert

Ada orang kata sedaaapp!!!! Aaaawwwhhhh!!!

Ramadhan ini....

Since moving to the new house, Ayang and I have been spending the weekends at the in-laws' place. There's not much to do since being without a child ,yet, as I think a child would be much suited to be the entertainment of the week for the grandparents...but I guess it fits Ayang's purpose which is to at least come home and see his parents. And being the month of Ramadhan, of course he would like to have Iftar with his parents. And being a good wife I am, I just abide gracefully...(yeah, right)

Since, his brother came back this week from City of Lion, I've decided to wear the hijab. I used not to wear at home eventhough when my BILs are home, too. But, I think since it's the Ramadhan and the time to gather as much pahala as you can, I have decided to start wearing the hijab whenever I am around BILs or non-mahram, Insya-Allah.

Bone Dry

I had been wrung to the bone. It had been one h*** of a week and still going to be a b***** this coming week. Fortunately, one of the major event in the EP was all done and completed with Iza doing most of the donkey job. Thank you, Iza. And the gratitude is extended to a few more like Aniqah, Widya and the prac teachers. Thank you so much.

Lesser and Lesser

I notice that my posts are dwindling gradually since I started in April. Didn't I promise myself to write more as I need the practice. The thing is I absolutely HATE writing. Even when I was in school and college, writing seemed to have escape from my grasp. I can't figure out the subject matter, nor the theme or whatever it is required to write. All I did most of the time is rambling nonsensically and expect my teachers or my lecturers to actually grade them and I expected excellent results. Hah, no such hope there. I even (in all my humility) flunked "Writing 101" in one semester and of course had to repeat the paper and to my horror with my juniors. Argghhh, how embarrassing and demeaning. Alas, I was rewarded for my diligence (*,) that time and procured an exalted B+ for my effort. However, I do have to share that with a few coursemates - Muhaida and Fathinie - who helped me tremendously. Thank you.

Turning back to the now, I must walk the walk. I have been nagging my students to be more diligent in their writing practice and yet here I am not making good of my own promise to keep on writing.

Well, folks, July would be the month of posts galore. God help me!!!!

The secret is...

The thought of trying new things have always terrified me. Not because I am scared of new stuff...nope but the inability to embrace it. Well, I had proved myself time and time again that I am wrong. Like the trip to climb Mount Kinabalu, years ago, when I convinced myself that I would never make it to the summit. That I do not have the fitness nor the willpower to climb one of South-East Asia's highest mountains. But, yep, I proved myself wrong. I did conquer that mountain and it turned to be one of my best achievements in life. And I proved it once again with this blog. Hah, back at you, Shidah!!!!