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Decadent Milo Layer Cake

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Warning: please do not read if you’re very prone to depression or to having suicidal thoughts. Scroll to the bottom for the recipe.

Sometimes, the person who seems to be happiest on the outside is the most depressed. Sometimes, the person who seems most patient on the outside is the angriest. Sometimes, the person who seems most outgoing is actually the most inconfident and lonely. Its sad, but its the truth.

even if you don't feel like dancing at all.
even if you don’t feel like dancing at all.

It all goes really well.

You learn to deal with it.

Hiding the pain becomes easy. When someone says something that hurts, you get used feeling the pain, hiding it inside and not letting it show at all. You learn to smile when someone says something or does something that hurts. They don’t know that what they say can hurt. You don’t want them to know. Until one day, you can’t take it anymore. The suppressing gives you headaches. Your depression is getting out of hand. Suicidal thoughts surface more often than ever before. You learn that suppression isn’t the answer to everything. You find it hard to smile a real smile or to genuinely find something funny. You remember the 5 years that you couldn’t smile at all. You don’t want it to happen again.

One of the troubles I’m having with this is this friend of mine. (I have no idea how I keep becoming close friends with people detrimental to my mental and emotional health but it keeps happening– somebody stop me please!!)

We are supposedly close. At least she thinks we are close. Because she’s able to share all her troubles with me and I’ll try to be really helpful and help her all I can. But the thing is, I’m never able to tell her anything because she’ll always turn the focus to her in the end. Say, if I’m having a bad day, I’ll be so happy to see her because yay, finally a friend in sight, and I’ll say “I’m having a bad day. This morning, blah blah blah happened…” and she’ll stop me mid sentence, saying “I’m so happy today! I had a bad day too last week and I’m still reeling in its effects though. A couple of my friends were so nice to me and…” In short, she’lll totally ignore me and shift the conversation to herself.

Every. Damned. Time.

And she wonders why I always seem happy. Hey friend?! Maybe its because you never bother to listen at all??!! I hate always being the comforter and never the “comfortee”.

"I'm always there for you, for every silly little detail of your life. 
But when I need you, you couldn't care less."

I tried to tell her this once, to finally share with her how I feel and this is how the damned conversation went.

(After she tells me about how she was sad that a friend did not talk to her for three days and was it her fault? What did she do wrong? And me saying he was probably busy, don’t think too much about it alright and blah blah blah because that’s all she’ll let me do.)

Me: Hey, you know I’m not actually not as happy as you think I am. I do have troubles too.

Her: Then why don’t you tell me about them?

Me: I always try but you always don’t listen and change the subject!

Her: Really? Maybe I didn’t know you were trying to tell me something! Maybe you should be more clear about it.

Me: Okaaaaaayyyyy…. I’ll try. So, um, these couple of days have been really bad for me…

Her: It’s been horrible for me too! You know, I had a meeting with my project group just now… (proceeds to tell me about her “misery” for the next 10 minutes and ignores me yet again)

As you can imagine, every conversation I have with her has become me screaming on the inside the whole time. The other times, she keeps telling me that she has the worst life ever when she’s actually freaking lucky. Her mother loves her and dotes on her like crazy. She hates peanuts and her family make damn sure not even half a peanut appears on her plate, as do the hundreds of other food she refuses to eat. When she has troubles, she has at least five friends who will listen to her troubles. She has never been through an illness worse than a flu, contracted any disease, is as fit as a fiddle, and aside from a false lack of confidence (she actually has tons of confidence. You need a lot of confidence to believe tons of people enjoy listening to you whine about how horrible or awesome your life is), has had a smooth sailing life. Yes she has been bullied, but even when she was, she still had at least 10 friends behind her during then, so she said after interrupting me when I was saying how horrible my childhood was, which really is terrible to the max, and you’ll know if you read my other posts. In other words, she wants everyone to think her life is horrible though at the same time, she’s trying to make sure everyone knows how terrific it is. When a friend has troubles, she pretends she can’t hear them or ignores them completely. But when she has troubles, everyone has to listen. One word– selfishness.

There are, of course, other things, but I think I’m already dedicating so much of this post to her its annoying yours truly.

Someday I’m going to find a friend who will not only share with me his/her feelings, but will let me share mine too. Someone who’ll give me advice and not interrupt me every time I say something, someone who’ll accept my deep and dark side but will not be influenced by it. Its hard. I thought I had found a good friend in that friend I mentioned above, but as usual, I suck at making the right friends, always finding the ones that’ll push me to suicidal thoughts and whatnot.

Someday, I’m gonna find a true friend.

And to all the horrible friends I’ve made before,

so many times… I guess its time for you to go.
"If your friends cause you to lie or pretend about liking or disliking, enjoying 
or loathing something. 
If you're having to change yourself for them. 
They were never friends to begin with. 
Choose them wisely."

Trust this man. He’s hell a lot smarter than I am.

And to end the “heavier” part of this post,

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I made this cake for a great friend of mine for a couple months already. She’s a Christian like me, listens to me, is genuinely sad when she can’t offer me good advice. Although I can’t yet bring myself to tell her everything, I know she’ll always be there for me, and I’ll always be there for her, even though we are miles apart.

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This cake is moist, crumbly and decadent. Its milo flavoured, which really means malted chocolate flavoured.

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For the text version of the recipe, click here.

Hazelnut Opera Cake

After months of school in Taiwan, I’ve realised that there’s something scarily wrong in society. It may be the influence of the media, according to my analysis, that’s making girls feel that they have to conform to the media’s definition of what is “beauty” in order to fit into society. My skinny underweight friends in medicine complain that they are too fat while their chests are as flat as most guys and even flatter than some guys (you know, those who work out). They set weight loss goals which would turn them into skeletons while the other girls, still slim but of acceptable weight, whine about how they need to lose weight all the time. Its downright annoying, and to an extent, even disturbing. 

I can’t understand why people can’t accept their weight for what it has been the last 5 years of their lives (the same weight since past puberty).  My other friends tell me its because guys like girls that way– bony and slim– and so girls, in order to attract the guys they like, want to look skinny for them. Honestly, I doubt guys enjoy girls yapping to them about how they should lose weight without fail everyday. I believe its not the guys’ fault. True love is about loving the person for who he or she is, accepting the person for being him/herself, whether he/she is thin or fat, ugly or beautiful (everyone’s bound to get old one day). Trying to make yourself look skinnier to attract guys, or just because you want to look like a model is wrong. Its alright to believe in yourself, and to believe in God, because He will lead us to the right person.

More about “Fat Talk Free” here:

http://feminspire.com/fat-talk-free-week-changing-the-way-we-talk-and-think-about-our-bodies/

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Alright, and what better than a calorific Hazelnut Opera Cake to end this post?

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In case you were wondering, here’s the layering of the cake components from top to bottom:

Ganache

Cake

Coffee Buttercream

Cake

Ganache

Cake

Coffee Buttercream

Cake

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This recipe was adapted from Honeybee Sweets

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Recipe for Coffee French Buttercream was adapted from 萧影欢城

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For the text version of this recipe, click here: Hazelnut opera cake

Ciao!

Fudgy Chocolate Cake with Nutella Frosting and Cheescake Filling

Sometimes, I’m scared.

When cockroaches fly-pounce onto my shirt (avoid bright colours near cockroaches).

When my health is out of my control because  even a change in diet or taking medicine doesn’t work.

When a “complex numbers” question appears on my examination paper.

When I dislocate my right wrist but can’t feel any pain.

When I’m doing supposedly-fun-stuff-that-are-not-so-fun-because-my-reflexes-are-not-quick-enough-when-cockroaches-are-not-pouncing-onto-me-or-when-scary-cats-are-not-chasing-after-me.

When I have nothing to do (rarely happens because my dear Toshiba is still alive and kicking thank God!).

When I’m baking cakes via the beating-egg-whites-till-whatever-peaks method (in this case, positive, healthy fear).

When my asshole of a brother aims his heavy and dirty basketball at me.

When I get reminded that the future is uncertain. Though it’s better now, life is still stuck at suck-ish, depressed, pissed and “my soul is stuck in the wrong body” stage. 

And people say praying works. I say it doesn’t work for everything. 

PS: Somehow, I think its rather weird to pray for cockroaches to not jump onto me since I’m asking for it by wearing bright coloured tops stained with chocolate, cake batter or whatnot. Those cockroaches don’t exactly deserve death. Poor little 小强s.

But as always, distraction works! Especially distraction in the form of baking. 

 

 

My friend and I made this for another friend’s birthday. Its a chocolate cake with cheesecake filling and Nutella frosting. As usual, because of Singapore’s crazy hot weather, the frosting liquidated almost immediately and needed multiple trips to the freezer. 

That said, it turned out fine in the end! I love the cheesecake in the middle, which balanced out the fudgy chocolate cake perfectly. 

 

 

 

Recipe notes:

Chocolate Cake is adapted from : My Baking Addiction

Cheesecake is adapted from : Pencil Kitchen

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I can’t believe I’m saying this but I’m getting sick of chocolate!

 

 

 

 

Like a Sachertorte

I made this cake with a lady friend of mine with an intense love for anything dangerously rich and calorie-laden, and who despite this, owns a slim physique. The world is unfair, I know– that is until I get well again. I will live for that day… if I do manage to get through the months and possibly a year or two leading up to it… 

Enough about me. Take note of purple nails and mature wear. That’s my friend. Or signs of her anyway. You’ll see another young lady in one of the pictures. Its a nice picture. You don’t get to see pictures of people around here. Take a deep breath and savor the moment. 

You’re looking at a ‘Sachertorte’ that has no characteristics of an actual Sachertorte, save for the cake base which is from a Sachertorte recipe. We frosted it with a thick peanut butter chocolate glaze that is too peanut butter- ish for some so its a failure I think. It needs whipped cream. Mountains of whipped cream!!!! I miss my Emlea whipped cream!

No prizes for spotting her. 😉

I highly recommend a ganache recipe that I tried 2 weeks ago. It goes well with this cake. 

Recipe for Cake is adapted from : http://www.epicurious.com/recipes/food/views/Sachertorte-231043

Use the Chocolate Ganache recipe from here: http://www.raspberricupcakes.com/2011/04/tim-tam-cake.html

B-Caraibe (A Vanilla-Chocolate-Banana Entremet)

I don’t believe in hate.

Everyone has a good side.

When someone is hated, he was seen most for his flaws and less for his goods.

Loving everyone. Someday, that should be a rule.

This couple of days, I’ve been finding excuses to drag my bike out for a ride. It keeps me sane. The drones of the cars pleased my ears for they seem to prevent others from reaching that voice inside my head. Anger, frustration… that angel and devil commonly featured spinning around the protagonist of stories, I regret to say, do exist in real people. The devil encourages my anger and displeasure, my sadness, tears… while the angel encourages me to run away from reality, to create a soul that’s not my own. Put the two of them together, and a full blown war implodes in every fibre of me. It hurts all the time. The strikes happen at wrong times. Untimely. Like in most wars, its hard to tell who’s really right and who’s at fault. I would love a forward button that can let me skip all of the pain and unhappiness, and bounce me straight onto a happy life I hope I’ll eventually get. If its death, let it come quickly. If it isn’t, God, if all of these are the reasons I’m alive, please concentrate it, cram it into one intense short time period so that I can be happy again. You’ve never let me feel true happiness, smile a real smile, laugh a genuine laugh, feel real closure and really enjoy life for 6 years. I can’t remember how those feel. Please help me experience them again. Nobody, not even Hitler (I presume he’s evil), deserves do go through what I have and am going through. Its not fair to me. You of all people/beings should know that. This is me, saying ‘stop’. Right now. I honestly can’t take it anymore. You’re not helping.

Pray for me, friends. I’ll continue believing in Jesus. Its my only way out.

And thanks for the emails. I got some pretty hilarious ones. They made my day.

For those expecting something sweet…

It is an entremet with banana mousse, vanilla chantilly whipped cream and chocolate tofu cream sandwiched between springy almond sponge. The banana layer almost gave me a heart attack (though unlikely). I used some really ripe, soggy, close to rotting bananas that were just barely swimming in their own juice. I added lemon juice, blended the damn thing and went out to get something unique for about 3 hours, and when I came back, the mixture was stinky. It smelt like something had died in the blender and the bananas were cocoa brown. I freaked out in a small part of my brain, kept my composure, and tasted it. You can imagine how relieved I was when it tasted absolutely normal and even kinda delicious. After the cooking, the banana layer was fine and terrific.

The sponge. Best I’ve ever had. Moist, soft, easy, almond-y, has a nutty texture (because of the almonds, yet not so tense that it overpowers the sponge), no eggy at all. A dream! Definitely a to-go sponge cake.

And speaking of sponge cakes, I’ve recently got a hang on the whole beating egg whites till shaving cream business (stiff peaks of egg meringue). Now its easy! I used to not like it because it made me waste eggs. If you’ve had and are still having trouble, here’s my suggestion to you; the method I figured out after wasting CARTONS of eggs. Listen up.

All credits for the recipe goes to Foodagraphy, aside from the small tweak in the chocolate layer.

Swedish Princess Cake


There are millions of blogs in the web. You probably didn’t miss me at all. HA, didn’t expect you to. But you’re stuck with me. Today, I bring you a Swedish Princess Cake, of which the minuscule version can be easily found in iKEA (you know, the restaurant, not the furniture section?).

I kinda like it. I purposely heavily reduced the sugar in the fillings to offset the sickeningly sweet marzipan. It tastes pretty good. But the smooth and soft marzipan was destroyed after I froze it in the freezer, before taking the photographs. It cracked, collapsed, melted, died, I don’t know.

I tried my best to make it look good. If it doesn’t (it doesn’t), I apologize.

#pissedatcracks –> is that how you do that Twitter thingy? Haha. (This is me making an effort to lighten up the mood) I also sifted powdered sugar over the top to make myself seem dumber than I already am.


Recipe notes:

Please exercise your (even if limited) intelligence to not freeze your marzipan after I told you what I did. 

Marzipan is adapted from Daily Delicious

Really soft yogurt chiffon cake is translated and adapted from 美食,中国 (Chinese, duh)

Pastry Cream is adapted from Oak & Bakes (Chinese)


Like I said, I’ve got other stuff prepared already. They will be up soon. 😀

PS: Millions of apologies for this poor quality post. No excuses. I’m sick of explaining myself.

Strawberry Caramel Layer Cake (Vegan, Whole Wheat)


Yeah, its me. Back after twisting another foot, surviving a fever that’s (thank God) not due to dengue, and bearing with the aftermath of the fever– the worst kind of cough that causes even air to tickle the throat. Yikes. Now I have Show Luo’s eye bags, my bro’s practically permanent panda eyes and a toad’s voice. 

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The Nonsense I learned this week:

Kiwis aren’t friend material. They bite.

When your fringe gets too long, it gets into your eyes. Its prickly and painful. 

Leaving a book untouched for too long causes it to cake on dust.  

Shoes that are too tight make feet hurt.

Guyliner still sucks. 

Cockroaches are creepy. 

A dancing detached tail of a frantic lizard is freaky.

If golden highlights don’t work, get bright red ones. 

Caramel cake tastes pretty good. Especially with strawberries (since their prices have dropped). 

Ps: strawberries are  are chockfull of antioxidants and other essential nutrients that can flavorfully help you reduce your risk of cancer, heart disease, inflammatory diseases, and birth defects as well as mouthwateringly manage your weight. (source).

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Can you believe it? I made healthier (practically fat free) dulce de leche in 40 minutes, without stirring continuously all the time, from scratch. Some people are just lazy. Its easy.

800ml skim milk (vegan: non dairy milk of your choice)

300g sugar

1/4 baking soda

heat milk and sugar in a heavy and VERY deep saucepan over high heat. stir with wooden ladle till sugar melts completely. lower heat and allow mixture to simmer until mixture becomes slightly brownish. quickly stir in baking soda. let mixture continue to simmer. after mixture seems to have thickened, start stirring continuously. turn off heat when a dollop of dulce de leche won’t fall off your spoon. scoop everything into a heat proof metal bowl. Do not touch with bare hands. The dulce de leche is really really hot.

The ‘buttercream’ you see contains no butter, shortening or cream. My frosting skills have not matured. Let’s just pretend a three-year-old frosted it. Guy must be a genius.

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Recipe notes:

Recipe for vegan white cake is adapted from My Vegan Cookbook.

Recipe for non-vegan cake is adapted from Honey What’s Cooking.

Recipe for syrup is from Technicolour Kitchen.

Recipe for strawberry filling is from Chockohlawtay.

Cocoa powder in caramel frosting may be omitted!

I am submitting this post to Aspiring Bakers #18: Layers of Love (April 2012) hosted by Sam of Sweet Samsations.