The weather's become rainy and wet. I'm on leave for a couple of weeks, with the best friend due to arrive to India shortly. While I'm sure that in itself will be an adventure, as this weather ALWAYS does, it's inspired me to head closer to the oven and begin cooking. Something that took a temporary break, and given meat is no longer the favorite ingredient for yours truly to cook for, it had to be the dreaded dessert disaster series. The Mexican Coffee Bun Anyone from Malaysia will know what I'm referring to. This was the craze, at one point of time, and since I'm frozen in 2006, for me, this is still the craze. Every single one of my plimgrimage to Mal has always made me run to Roti Boy (I'm sorry folks, no other variation will ever do it for me. No- I don't care how good anyother brand of what you might have it is..) So the weather was right, the inspiration struck, a crazy gene in my body said why not and I thought I would give it a shot. T
In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life. It goes on. Robert Frost