Hi! Welcome to the kitchen! Today’s theme, apparently, is symbolism!
Since the beginning of the year I’ve developed a slight obsession with filo/phyllo pastry. This, I believe, is the lovechild of my wanting to get acquainted with various types of pastry and my having Hellenic friends. That and look at how cool this is!
A few months ago I was back at my mother’s place and decided that her kitchen counter, despite the clutter, was ideal for me to attempt making filo. The reason? Marble. I had somehow internalised that marble was the ideal surface for the feat. The whole thing would fail for other reasons.
I decided to try to make galaktoboureko(here’s a video recipe), but with a twist: instead of semolina custard, I would use filling from pastéis de nata(aka Portuguese egg tarts). Symbolism part 1: luso-hellenic relationships (aka Dav inadvertently surrounds himself with Greeks and Cypriots). Continue reading →
At one point this February, I was to meet people of potential importance in my life. Obviously, I wanted them to like me and rather than charm and polite my way through tests and hurdles (which were in my own head), I decided to do what any socially awkward, culinary-inclined internet-dweller might do: bribe them with food.
I had been told in good confidence that they had a sweet tooth, so something on the confectionary side of things was in order. The more sugar, the better. I also wanted to send a parcel to a friend, so it would help if I could make more of it in one go (look at me, managing time like an adult). The answer? Fudge. Continue reading →
So here’s another cycle of “long time, no see” and “I plan on being more regular from now on”… futile in the fact that I’m as reliable as Natalie Tran (though just as hilarious). So here’s my no-promise promise. I promise not to make promises on consistency and continuity. I’ll post stuff when I post stuff.
Now for the baking news: I have done things. Not much, but some. There are pictures that relate to stories from at least November, so hopefully I’ll get myself to write about it. What I did want to write about is my new sourdough starter.
For once, I did some research on the subject… which reminded me why I don’t usually bother with that much research. When it comes to sourdoughs, people will do things very differently. Cover your culture; don’t cover it; you must use this type of flour… t’was confusing. There’s a lot of content out there. There’s even a sourdough online community. In the end, I went for the simple culture used by the fabulous baker brothers.
In a nutshell, you start off with equal weights of flour and water. Put them together in a large container and messily mix them. Leave it in a warm place. Come back the next day, add more flour and water, mix it, and leave it ’till the next day. Lather, rinse, repeat.
I made croissants! It was months ago, and I can’t remember much (so much waiting…). One thing I do remember, however, is finding out that my mother does not have a rolling pin, which is why the vodka bottle is quite prominent in the photos. They were delicious, though small; flooding the taste buds with buttery goodness.
I feel I owe an apology for my unintended Summer hiatus. It took us all by surprise. I actually had plans to write and had material for 3 posts to get me started. There was light mental flow connecting all three in a specific order, promising a light-hearted matinée for the following months. Yet, as I started drafting the first of the posts, I got a block. All my attempts to write it seemed forced and desperate. Instead of elegant, yet manly sandals, I had Ugg boots weighed down with cement. Thinking this block might pass if I gave it some time, I decided to give it some time.