A homemaker's kitchen journal
Its always nice and terribly in vogue when lavish attention and generous shoutouts pour in to treats that're all the rage.
If you were to ask me how many times a year I make cake or have baked desserts.
I literally bake through this last quarter of scorch blasting season, plastered in sweat, where my armskin gets brandironed by seatbel.
Trying to spark blogger coils after long hiatuses is truly hard task, although I offer myself credit of doing it way better than anyone.
The reason for the speed post? In all likes it's the rush delivery, last minute to-dos that eventually get done, remain a constant in my .
Well, here we are, a new year, a new post and dare I say if not a new me, possibly a new you.
Apparently, giant shoe modelling was on my 50things-to-do- once-you-hit-midlife list.
It's an agenda that I believed would not, should ever not fill the roster here.
If I were given the choice to have a single item to file under desserts, it would be today's subject; cheesecake.
It is not uncharacteristic of myself to have on estimate 12 browsers open (ranging from how-to-food I need so badly, varieties of face p.
This post comes in wake of a monumentous holiday that people in India celebrate.
Not having a single new recipe to extol about, yet expounding on past glory is like a movie you play on rewind.
I have a friend who uses exactly half a tub of vanilla ice cream to make blended drinks.
Prior to demonstrating the easiest ice cream in the world just that once , I forever thought it impossible, to desecrate create that.
Hello and goodbye third week of July, taking on a trail that could rival The Speed Force and one I am not too unhappy to see leave.
H ow could I let you go, without throwing out some Thanksgiving cheer? Especially after we've known each other for so long.