If i thought i was the only who had trouble making up her mind on almost everything, then the weather gods have certainly proved me wrong.The days are suprisingly warm, and then a sudden nip as the sun sets. Now again, the quilt on me is seeming too heavy to be of comfort.
There is a lingering fragrance of chocolate, coffee, vanilla and warm spices from the last few days of baking in the house and on my person. Today was the big day. Had participated in a Christmas carnival at Mayoor school in Noida. And what a show it turned out to be! The team of mum n me, were sold out by 3pm. Gooey indulgent brownies, chunky chocochip muffins, the ever fashionable plain pound cake and plenty of chocolate cakes were whipped for the discerning crowd. But the best part of baking is what it does to people. Young and old alike, I am yet to find too many people whose pallates don’t tickle at the sight of fresh cakes. Ideally, I would love to bak on sight, to share some part of that magic with my customers, but alas the logistics of it. Not to mention that it takes 25-30 minutes to bake and another 15 minutes to cool and demould. For me, cakes are a part of my childhood memories. Once mum was done pouring the batter into the tin, then i had complete autonomy over the whisking bowls. I would happily lick away leftover batter. i still believe if you can lick it raw and enjoy it, chance are its going to be just fine when done. Its not short of magic how you put in wet batter – a lil bit of this n a lil bit of that and with some time, it transforms into a fluffy, soft, slightly moist thing worthy of praise. Sometimes i catch myself sitting in front of the oven, staring at the batter, taking in the fragrance, almost mesmerised by its beauty.
Tomorrow is another day and i have a long to do list. Better part of the day is blocked for my foot reflexology sessions. Then, later its back to whipping up some more treats for Christmas.