Coffee and warm cakes are my weakness. Especially when the cakes have been baked at home and are fresh out of the oven. Heaven is a mug of coffee and some bitter cake. It is often the one item that I crave for while trekking. The temperature is right and so is the ambiance and after a long tiring day walking, eating the same food, a slice of cake seems most rewarding. I often have to make do with chocolates instead :).
To me, baking is a form of art which is perfected with love. The creation of something solid and real out of a liquid mould fascinates me. Its almost like bringing life into something. Yup, I can be pretty passionate about baking!. Adding this, mixing that, experimenting with shapes, colours and flavours – its is creation at its best! Every fold and whip helps to bring the final form together.
The icing on the cake is when it turns to be visually perfect – well risen, with no odd spillovers. At home, I can spend almost an entire day baking..Of course, in this calorie and health obsesses world, it is not the wisest idea. For now, a rum cake awaits me.