kek lapis, love & tragedy


this year, i decided i want to try and make kek lapis or thousand layer cake. it’s a dense, rich, moist cake, that you layer one at a time. one layer, bake, then one more layer, bake- that’s how it got its name- the thousand layer cake.

its a really dense cake, and uses lots of eggs yolks. since this was my first try, i decided to halve the recipe and even then, i needed 15 egg yolks, and 4 egg whites!

such a labour of love it was. i was on my feet for 3 whole hours, baking layer by layer (lost count after 20th layer), making sure that the thin layers didn’t get burnt! it was very tiring.

while baking, i was reminded of an old friend in uni. he was a brilliant soci student, a few years my senior (he’s gone and done a pHd and is a lecturer now) . our families knew each other, his family was distantly related to mine. i was already seeing someone then, but we spent a lot of time chatting. he was such a precious friend to me. i knew from stories my aunt told me, about how good a son he was, that he was good at making kek lapis. one day, bringing it up, i asked whether he’d ever bake me one.

he did. a lovely mocha flavoured kek lapis. it was the most exquisite tasting kek lapis i had ever tasted!

we drifted apart after i graduated, and we’re not in touch any more. today, while i baked. it dawned upon me what a labour of love it was. and it made me wonder about his feelings for me then. i mean- why would he have gone through that much trouble. to prove to me that he could bake it? no- i knew without a doubt that he was able to. maybe he did harbour some feelings for me then. if so, i was quite the goondoo for not noticing it.

*smile*

anyhow, my cake didn’t turn out all that good. i think it was too dense- too much butter, and the layers didn’t show well. but it tastes really nice. but not as nice as that mocha one that was made just for me! =)

kek lapis, love & tragedy


this year, i decided i want to try and make kek lapis or thousand layer cake. it’s a dense, rich, moist cake, that you layer one at a time. one layer, bake, then one more layer, bake- that’s how it got its name- the thousand layer cake.

its a really dense cake, and uses lots of eggs yolks. since this was my first try, i decided to halve the recipe and even then, i needed 15 egg yolks, and 4 egg whites!

such a labour of love it was. i was on my feet for 3 whole hours, baking layer by layer (lost count after 20th layer), making sure that the thin layers didn’t get burnt! it was very tiring.

while baking, i was reminded of an old friend in uni. he was a brilliant soci student, a few years my senior (he’s gone and done a pHd and is a lecturer now) . our families knew each other, his family was distantly related to mine. i was already seeing someone then, but we spent a lot of time chatting. he was such a precious friend to me. i knew from stories my aunt told me, about how good a son he was, that he was good at making kek lapis. one day, bringing it up, i asked whether he’d ever bake me one.

he did. a lovely mocha flavoured kek lapis. it was the most exquisite tasting kek lapis i had ever tasted!

we drifted apart after i graduated, and we’re not in touch any more. today, while i baked. it dawned upon me what a labour of love it was. and it made me wonder about his feelings for me then. i mean- why would he have gone through that much trouble. to prove to me that he could bake it? no- i knew without a doubt that he was able to. maybe he did harbour some feelings for me then. if so, i was quite the goondoo for not noticing it.

*smile*

anyhow, my cake didn’t turn out all that good. i think it was too dense- too much butter, and the layers didn’t show well. but it tastes really nice. but not as nice as that mocha one that was made just for me! =)

kek lapis, love & tragedy


this year, i decided i want to try and make kek lapis or thousand layer cake. it’s a dense, rich, moist cake, that you layer one at a time. one layer, bake, then one more layer, bake- that’s how it got its name- the thousand layer cake.

its a really dense cake, and uses lots of eggs yolks. since this was my first try, i decided to halve the recipe and even then, i needed 15 egg yolks, and 4 egg whites!

such a labour of love it was. i was on my feet for 3 whole hours, baking layer by layer (lost count after 20th layer), making sure that the thin layers didn’t get burnt! it was very tiring.

while baking, i was reminded of an old friend in uni. he was a brilliant soci student, a few years my senior (he’s gone and done a pHd and is a lecturer now) . our families knew each other, his family was distantly related to mine. i was already seeing someone then, but we spent a lot of time chatting. he was such a precious friend to me. i knew from stories my aunt told me, about how good a son he was, that he was good at making kek lapis. one day, bringing it up, i asked whether he’d ever bake me one.

he did. a lovely mocha flavoured kek lapis. it was the most exquisite tasting kek lapis i had ever tasted!

we drifted apart after i graduated, and we’re not in touch any more. today, while i baked. it dawned upon me what a labour of love it was. and it made me wonder about his feelings for me then. i mean- why would he have gone through that much trouble. to prove to me that he could bake it? no- i knew without a doubt that he was able to. maybe he did harbour some feelings for me then. if so, i was quite the goondoo for not noticing it.

*smile*

anyhow, my cake didn’t turn out all that good. i think it was too dense- too much butter, and the layers didn’t show well. but it tastes really nice. but not as nice as that mocha one that was made just for me! =)

fruity salad

mom had a date with some friends to celebrate a teacher-friend. so i was left at home on my own devices, to prepare our iftar meal.

surprise surprise, instead of losing weight from the fast. i’ve managed to add on the pounds! *shrieks*

so i thought i’d make a simple and refreshing fruit salad. helps load up on the vitamin c, fibre and fluids which are so important for the body, when you’re fasting.

try this. it’s so refreshingly simple. you can throw in any sort of fruit. i used grapes, green apples and watermelon. throw in some grassjelly (chin chow), and mix it all up. Serve in individual dishes, and just before serving- pour generaous amounts of soya-bean milk (like from the box is ok- less sugar option please!) over. If you like throw in some mixed nuts (but i cut them out this time, to reduce the calorie count). It’s absolutely delicious and refreshing i promise you!

fruity salad

mom had a date with some friends to celebrate a teacher-friend. so i was left at home on my own devices, to prepare our iftar meal.

surprise surprise, instead of losing weight from the fast. i’ve managed to add on the pounds! *shrieks*

so i thought i’d make a simple and refreshing fruit salad. helps load up on the vitamin c, fibre and fluids which are so important for the body, when you’re fasting.

try this. it’s so refreshingly simple. you can throw in any sort of fruit. i used grapes, green apples and watermelon. throw in some grassjelly (chin chow), and mix it all up. Serve in individual dishes, and just before serving- pour generaous amounts of soya-bean milk (like from the box is ok- less sugar option please!) over. If you like throw in some mixed nuts (but i cut them out this time, to reduce the calorie count). It’s absolutely delicious and refreshing i promise you!

fruity salad

mom had a date with some friends to celebrate a teacher-friend. so i was left at home on my own devices, to prepare our iftar meal.

surprise surprise, instead of losing weight from the fast. i’ve managed to add on the pounds! *shrieks*

so i thought i’d make a simple and refreshing fruit salad. helps load up on the vitamin c, fibre and fluids which are so important for the body, when you’re fasting.

try this. it’s so refreshingly simple. you can throw in any sort of fruit. i used grapes, green apples and watermelon. throw in some grassjelly (chin chow), and mix it all up. Serve in individual dishes, and just before serving- pour generaous amounts of soya-bean milk (like from the box is ok- less sugar option please!) over. If you like throw in some mixed nuts (but i cut them out this time, to reduce the calorie count). It’s absolutely delicious and refreshing i promise you!

muslim@eblackeyedpeasconcert

did u know that tickets to the blackeyedpeas concert in kl only costs RM103! The blackeyedpeas cum beyonce concert in singapore costs SGD200 per tix. with the current exchange rate the kl gig costs only a quarter of the singapore one!

Unless i’m dying to watch Beyonce shake her booty ‘to the left, to the left’ watching the concert in kl (2 tix, the drive up and one nite stay in a decent hotel) in kl would cost less than watching the gig in s’pore.

Only problem- they won’t allow muslims in. I thought to myself- hmm maybe only msian malays aren’t allowed. I’m not a msian citizen, what jurisdiction would the authorities there have over my soul? I was wrong,

I emailed the ticketing agent and they replied, muslims aren’t permitted. They stopped short of saying, regardless of nationality.

Tourism? Bah! Apparently they’re only interested in non-muslim tourism dollars. I’d have splurged on a nice hotel and would have left registers ringing at klcc. Their loss!

muslim@eblackeyedpeasconcert

did u know that tickets to the blackeyedpeas concert in kl only costs RM103! The blackeyedpeas cum beyonce concert in singapore costs SGD200 per tix. with the current exchange rate the kl gig costs only a quarter of the singapore one!

Unless i’m dying to watch Beyonce shake her booty ‘to the left, to the left’ watching the concert in kl (2 tix, the drive up and one nite stay in a decent hotel) in kl would cost less than watching the gig in s’pore.

Only problem- they won’t allow muslims in. I thought to myself- hmm maybe only msian malays aren’t allowed. I’m not a msian citizen, what jurisdiction would the authorities there have over my soul? I was wrong,

I emailed the ticketing agent and they replied, muslims aren’t permitted. They stopped short of saying, regardless of nationality.

Tourism? Bah! Apparently they’re only interested in non-muslim tourism dollars. I’d have splurged on a nice hotel and would have left registers ringing at klcc. Their loss!

7th month & ramadhan?

i found the three gals huddled in pretty large meeting room yest afternoon. the 3 were huddled over their late afternoon mcdonalds delivered meals away from our usual snack corner in the office as they didn’t want to offend the muslims in the office who would be observing the fast. i, on the other hand, can never be left out of a social gathering, and went trudging around the building looking for them. i wasn’t bothered that i couldn’t eat, would be more bothered about being left out.

amidst our happy chatter, the room lights suddenly dimmed. all on its own! we looked at each other suspiciously. nervous laughter followed a second of silent nervousness. we continued our happy chatter until…it happened again…this time becoming dimmer. again. we looked at each other nervously. then one of the gals said, ‘aiyor, and seven month has just begun!’

i immediately responded ,’ don’t worry. it’s ramadhan. we muslims believe that the devil, ghosts and spirits are locked up during this holy month.’

Girlfriend replied earnestly,’ is it all ghosts and spirits or just muslim ones.’

i shrugged my shoulders,’i dunno. I’ll ask my mom tonight’

*lol*

7th month & ramadhan?

i found the three gals huddled in pretty large meeting room yest afternoon. the 3 were huddled over their late afternoon mcdonalds delivered meals away from our usual snack corner in the office as they didn’t want to offend the muslims in the office who would be observing the fast. i, on the other hand, can never be left out of a social gathering, and went trudging around the building looking for them. i wasn’t bothered that i couldn’t eat, would be more bothered about being left out.

amidst our happy chatter, the room lights suddenly dimmed. all on its own! we looked at each other suspiciously. nervous laughter followed a second of silent nervousness. we continued our happy chatter until…it happened again…this time becoming dimmer. again. we looked at each other nervously. then one of the gals said, ‘aiyor, and seven month has just begun!’

i immediately responded ,’ don’t worry. it’s ramadhan. we muslims believe that the devil, ghosts and spirits are locked up during this holy month.’

Girlfriend replied earnestly,’ is it all ghosts and spirits or just muslim ones.’

i shrugged my shoulders,’i dunno. I’ll ask my mom tonight’

*lol*