I dipped the wooden spoon into the mixture and swiped the back with my finger. For the first time in 2 years, it drew a clean line. Relief. Ecstasy. Thrill.<\/p>\n
I finally made custard without eggs curdling.<\/p>\n
And all of this reminded me of what I loved so much about cooking and baking. Although I lack the proper attention to detail and am inundated by constant laziness (witness my inability to measure half a cup \u00e2\u20ac\u201d look I can just use a 1\/4 measuring cup and estimate!<\/i>), the whole process is so therapeutic.<\/p>\n
I grab a fork to swirl the eggs. I dump the sugar into the milk. I drop a star anise into the mixture. Carefully adjust the heat\u00e2\u20ac\u201dnot too much, but not too little. Like a child\u00e2\u20ac\u201dcarefully shaped in few seconds, minutes… It’s not entirely forgiving, but I manage.<\/p>\n
No computer can be touched. No phone can be attended. I am alone with my ingredients and the instructions that I may or may not have memorized. In these moments, I am alone with the process and for once, happy.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I dipped the wooden spoon into the mixture and swiped the back with my finger. For the first time in 2 years, it drew a clean line. Relief. Ecstasy. Thrill. I finally made custard without eggs curdling. And all of … Continue reading