You’re probably tired of me talking about the boule recipe I’ve been making, which is now a staple in our house. I can’t tell you how many loaves I’ve made since. And look, I’ve even ventured outside my favorite scallop pattern.
As flavorful as that bread is, it was only a matter of time before my sweet tooth started asking for something different.
My internet friend Scott Thomas regularly posts photo assignments, and I always intend to comply but never seem to be able to make the deadlines. This time, I promised myself, I’m absolutely doing it.
Well wouldn’t you know it, I have about an hour and a half before the deadline, and I’m just writing this post now. Nice going, you over-achiever you.
The current assignment is “White.” I had no clue how to approach it, so I took the easy way out: food.
Baking is a fairly new experience for me. I’ve always been intimidated by it. I’m more at ease with cooking, since being able to taste as I go means I can nudge and cajole and prod a dish towards the desired finished product. But baking? Even if the batter tastes good, there’s no guarantee that what comes out of the oven is what you envisioned as you carefully sifted and measured and creamed and folded. To be frank, the suspense and uncertainty scared me.
I write, cook, play music, and make pictures. Not necessarily in that order. I was born and raised in the Philippines, and it shows. That means I eat rice with every meal, love my cousins like my own siblings, and firmly believe that avocados are best eaten with cream and sugar.
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One summer night in 2010, our house burned to the ground and we lost everything we had. This is the story of what happened and how life and hope can always rise from ashes.
