I have been off my game the last couple of weeks. First, I tried to make an easy kiwi dessert for that kiwifruit competition and FAILED.
It literally tasted like metal.
Lucky for anyone that might actually cook something from this blog, I do have a little integrity and didn’t blog all about it like it was awesome. Zespri kiwifruit competition judges- is integrity something you look for in a competition winner? Hmmm? Just kidding, I failed and that’s ok. Please send a consoling bushel of kiwifruits my way.
Secondly, Simon caught a bad cold and requested LASAGNA.
I think lasagna is dumb and do not enjoy making it. What I do enjoy making cold-havers is chicken noodle soup, because when else can I make chicken noodle soup? Simon does not like chicken noodle soup. Simon only likes things that are dumb.
I said things!
But I made the freaking lasagna anyway. And I took pictures, because I have not been cooking anything different lately and this poor blog is getting neglected, again.
Now, maybe it was because I (although I didn’t know it yet) was also coming down with a cold, or maybe it was because I was feeling like I knew nothing about cooking after the kiwi can dessert, but I took these pictures way too seriously.
See this butter?
The recipe called for 60 grams of butter and when I measured it on my scale, the weight was teetering between 59 and 60 grams. So I blew on it while I took the picture to impress you guys (???) with my precise measuring skills.
There really isn’t much to say about this lasagna other than I don’t know why people choose flat noodles over something with more bite and substance (like penne or twisty noodles or macaroni or basically any other pasta that’s not lasagna noodles).
I guess I just like carbs.
At least there was cheese.
And though I had hopes of photographing a beautiful cube of lasagna, I knew that it wasn’t likely. That’s why I blew on that butter.
Had to get something right, right?
Might as well be Stoffer’s. I’m not proud.
I also wasn’t proud of the giant batch of vegetable noodle soup I had to throw out on account of me overcooking the noodles and also all the other ingredients.
Nor was I proud of the giant salad I made that was too peppery to eat on account of the rocket + peppery sprouts + pepper.
What I was proud of, though, were the chocolate desserts I learned how to make with the other members of the Dubai tumblr mafia.
A chocolate cooking course at Table 9 turned out to be just the excuse we needed to get together again, and I’m so happy we did! Simon gifted me a spot in a bread-baking class at Table 9 last month and I loved it. The chocolate cooking course wasn’t as hands-on, but I do feel like I learned a lot. I’d be happy to go back for the chicken and fish courses too.
And funny thing- I hadn’t seen Lindsay in over a year before our cooking course, then saw her the day after the course at the mall.
Here’s hoping that next week I’ll have something chocolate-related to blog about!
[Sloppy end of blog post.]