Merry Christmas! 

My last cake for 2017 was a last minute request.  A refined sugar free cake.  Since Christmas is around the corner, and fresh cranberries are on the shelves, I decided to adapt my recipe to make a fruit cake. A fruit cake heady with the aromas of spices, chockablock with dried fruit and nuts, festively…

Once upon a brownie…. 

A long, long time back…. in what seems to be another lifetime, I used to make brownies for The Corner House, in Bangalore. Spurred on by my lovely friend (and main customer) Sagarika, to bake cakes and cookies, brownies and breads, I took my first steps towards setting up a small business. The first year,…

Vanilla Cake– egg free and yet delicious

A delicious vanilla cake is the cornerstone of every baker’s repertoire. It’s light and airy, and combines beautifully with a myriad frostings to make a delectable treat. But an eggless version. A nightmare! Eggs add that lofty volume. Eggs add a wonderful golden colour to cakes. Things, one takes for granted, until one leaves out…

Teletubbies cake

I loved making this sweet custom designed Teletubbies cake for baby S’s first birthday. When R first contacted me, I had just about heard of Teletubbies– never made a cake in that theme. R was a dream customer! She chose her cake flavour, told me how many guests she’d have attending the party, and left the…

An Ode to Butterscotch

Oh Butterscotch, where have you been all my life? All these years, I turned my nose up at your homespun appearance and simple charm,  preferring to court your blasé city-girl cousin, Caramel! Caramel, that brittle, bittersweet beauty. Hard hearted and unforgiving! Creating huge insecurity in me due to my inexperience with sugar thermometers and such…

To Err is Human, to Sin Divine

I am on an eternal quest. Constantly searching, constantly seeking.   And before you assume that I am an intrepid explorer searching for the shortest sea route to the Galapagos islands, or a member of the Spanish Conquistadors hunting for El Dorado in the Amazonian rain forests, let me hasten to assure you that my…

A rose by any other name…..

Growing up in sleepy cantonment towns all over India, with no decent shows on TV and no Internet, (and no social life to speak of), libraries were my favourite hang out joints. Cookbooks were few and far between. And Martha Stewart and Nigella Lawson yet to make their names and fortunes. But my mom’s Anglo…

Saffron and Cardamom infused Shrikhand

My daughter is home for the holidays. The Diva, is home! The house is noisy, clothes all over her floor, lights left on in her room, a million bottles of unidentifiable liquids strewn all over the bathroom counter and dressing table- what’s it with teenaged girls and oodles of makeup??? It’s also a time when…

Thai Sticky Rice and Mango

I grew up, an Armed Forces kid, in sleepy little cantonment towns all over India. We usually lived in rambling old houses, which more often that not, were old POW barracks or accommodation for the British army. Gardens, a luxury today, were also huge and overgrown, teeming with snakes and mongooses (mongeese?). Inevitably the gardens…

Mango Mor Kuzambu

I live in a tropical country. Tropical? We’re practically on the equator! It’s muggy and humid all the time. But, though I sigh about (almost) chilly Hong Kong and balmy California that I visited recently– we in Singapore have a HUGE plus. Mangoes! A long mango season through summer. Mangoes of all kinds. Mangoes from…

Perfumed Passionfruit Flan

Our Study Group on Women in Statecraft- In a Man’s World, came to an end last month. We had three presentations. Börte Üjin, and Kwa Geok Choo. Two strong women, wives of Genghis Khan and Mr. Lee Kwan Yew. And more importantly, companion, confidante and counsel to their man. Fittingly, our last presentation was on…

Orange Mascarpone Parfaits in Chocolate Cups

By now you’ve probably realized that I am partial to oranges and lemons. Partial? I’m practically besotted! If I could spray myself with orange essence instead of L’aire du Temps, I would. Cleopatra bathing herself in ass’s milk, is overrated in my opinion. Now, if she’d tried citrusy bath salts, she’d have my approval. So…