Yet another year rolls in. Hopefully, I shall make this year count.
But the most amazing thing I realized that day?
KFC is such-a-ripoff!
It’s is so incredibly simple to make fried chicken at home! And it was awesome and boneless, just how I like it 🙂
Fried chicken will always be one of the greatest achievements of 2010. It’s right up there with clearing my structures paper, and convincing my parents that buying the camera was always their own idea in the first place.
Surprisingly, the biggest hit of the night was the bread. It was THE bread. It was destined to be brilliant.
And the year ended with Vanilla Ice Cream with Nigella’s Chocolate Peanut Butter Fudge topping. Ah, the sinful chocolate, with that hint of peanut butter. The smoothness of the condensed milk made it even more sinful. I beg you, to give this a try at home.
I added walnuts too. You know, to make it a bit healthy. Because, *clears throat* I do care about health and stuff.
In case you were wondering, the biggest portion is mine, yes.
Well, moving on. Today, I tried my hands at Cinnamon Rolls.
Why you ask? It’s because I was recently introduced to the Pecan Cinnabon at Cinnabon.
And I am in love.
Its not just any kind of love. Its the ‘I-am-obsessed-with-you-I-need-to-see-you-every-waking-moment’ stalker kind of love.I’ve been floating since the first bite. It was like the Floyd of food. It is deep, and it takes you on a ride. Nothing more to it.
So taking their tag line to my heart, I said to myself ‘Life really does need some frosting!’ and brought out the pots and pans and the yeast. Turns out, it is never a good day to bring out the yeast. Because yeast is evil.
Also, because the kitchen hated me today. It kept rejecting me, how a body rejects a donated organ at times.
Well, the yeast didn’t rise the first time. I had to through the batter away. I dressed the scrapped knee, and I got up again to make a second batch. The yeast rose a bit the second time, but by then I was frustrated enough to say “Screw it, let’s do this”. Richard Branson ishtyle.
Needless to say, because I was trying so hard to make and manipulate the rolls, I couldn’t take no pictures. It felt like an MU paper really. Its that time when you are stuck in a compulsory question, you cant let the five marks go. You have to do something, so you pull, strain, rack your brains and you try all the tricks till you get a page of scribbled gibberish for the examiner to give you a pity 2 out of the 5. It felt exactly like that.
They turned out pretty okay though.
These are the bare naked Cinnamon rolls. A bit flaky, it needed more butter. Man, why did I skimp on the butter? Why God why?!
Then my part two attempt to make Dulce Le Leche went out the window, because I had no time for the stove and microwaved the darn thing. And needless to say, the milk exploded and flew everywhere it possibly could.
So, in true Branson spirit, I just poured the condensed milk on top and sprinkled a few walnuts on top (See? Health important very.)
I took a bite, and it wasn’t that bad.
Even cooking has its rise and falls. You don’t always get the outcome you hope you do.
But, hopefully the next time I try this, I shall have more pictures and a steady recipe to follow.
Till then, I’m off to sniff my dalchini rolls.
Now Playing and bobbing head to – Tighten Up by The Black Keys.
Now Reading – ‘It happened in India’ by Kishore Biyani.