When Vijay TV has no movie or show for the weekend what do they do? They would play re-runs of their award shows or bloopers from some long-over show.
Or they may play “Nanban” or one of Mysskin’s movies.
I am going to use the same strategy now since I’ve hardly cooked anything new the last month and a half. I am going to post the not-so-great, work in progress dishes that never saw the light of day on the blog.
Not every dish turns out perfect. Not everyone likes every dish. And it is OK. It is ok to fail. It is ok to try things out.
There may be some of you who think “Food bloggers can’t go wrong. They’re experts. I can’t try this recipe. It is too difficult/complicated/time-consuming/kids, husband, maamiyaar will not like it.” – Not true. You can never please everyone at the same time. And some of them, you can never please any time. You’ll never know if you don’t try. So just go ahead and give it a shot.
On the other hand there may be some of you who think – “Food bloggers are vain, over-achieving braggart bitches.” – Hmm, Well, that’s not totally true.
Either way, I just want to let you guys know that food bloggers make mistakes too. I am sharing here some of my not-so-great attempts here. I hope it encourages you to go into the kitchen and try out that cake you always wanted to bake for your kid, the Adhirasam that your paati made when you were a child and you’ve not found courage to try or that garlic pickle you don’t find on store shelves anymore.
Classy rum cake turned drunkard Cake
The idea was to make a light boozy rum cake for Jagan for his birthday. Jagan being a booze connoisseur would be pleasantly surprised by the wonderfully subtle rum undertones. That was the plan. But I wanted to make sure the rum flavour was not too feeble to be discerned. So I upped the rum measure. I must have used a cup and half of rum for the cake. Jagan later tells me that is “3 large”.
The cake turned out moist, fine crumbed even and smacked of alcohol. I served the cake to my Maamiyaar without looking her in the eye, mumbling that it is a “plain mmm cake. No it is generally not decorated.” She took a bite and I suspect sniffed the cake and made a face. I didn’t want to look. She couldn’t put a finger on it, but it must have smelled a lot like red-eyed men after office parties who try to act too normal. I couldn’t stand to witness. I couldn’t answer uncomfortable questions. I dashed off upstairs to fold some clothes on the coat-stand that I hadn’t touched in 3 months. I returned after giving enough time for people to move elsewhere and then quickly sliced up the cake, put them into boxes and locked them up in the fridge mentally making a note to turn them into a boozy Tiramisu.
Almond flavoured rava kheer cum Kesari cum confusion
I started out trying to replicate an almond flavoured kheer that came with a Mughlai biryani we had ordered as take out. This kheer was quite thick, creamy, not too sweet, tasted like almond flavoured basundhi that had soft-cooked rava in it. Based on this conjecture, I soaked up some almonds in hot water, skinned them and ground them to a paste. I cooked rava in milk like in pretty much rice kheer fashion but grew too impatient and added the almond paste to help thicken up the kheer/kesari quickly. Then I added more milk as the rava proportion seemed more. Then a little rava, some milk, some rava and milk, some milk and rava till I ran out of milk or rava I don’t remember. I ended up with a creamy, kheerish dessert that thickened to a pudding like kesari on chilling. It tasted pretty good but not exactly what I was going after. Here is that one.
Lemon Buttermilk cake with cream cheese frosting
I’d made this for my mother-in-law’s birthday earlier this year. Nothing wrong with this one. I’d never tasted blueberries before. I wasn’t ready for the absolutely tasteless blueberries that I had on hand with the frozen ones I bought at a local store. Surprise was blueberries in America seemed tasteless too. I wasn’t prepared for it. The cake wasn’t what I expected it would be. So I never posted it on my blog.
I’ve had many many more flops. I’ve learnt now to move on. So go on and get cooking. Don’t over think it. I’d love to hear your stories about things that didn’t go as planned.