As a little girl, I remember my mother baking cakes on our birthdays. It was something special, the aroma of cakes and cupcakes teasing our senses while we waited in anticipation. There is something about homemade cakes, they trump even those from the finest of patisseries. I guess all the love and affection that goes into the baking make the difference. So, this time on the husband’s birthday, I decided to bake him a simple chocolate cake.
Baking, yes, believe it or not, I decided to give it a shot. I have baked cakes before, simple cakes, I should add. And more or less, they never turned out to be disasters. So, I had all the confidence I needed to try one more time.
Now, the husband actually runs away from celebrations of any kind on birthdays. He hates being in the spotlight, so much so that he doesn’t even tell me what he wants as a gift. But I couldn’t just let him have it his way, could I? It was his birthday after all which in husband-wife universe meant it was my birthday too. So, there had to at least be a cake which I would bake, followed by a lunch or dinner at a good restaurant (read – a restaurant of my choice). And that’s what we eventually ended up doing.
Well, there is something you need to know about me. Sometimes while cooking, or in this case baking, I have this weird compulsion to do something which I perhaps shouldn’t. A voice from deep down tells me to experiment, sometimes too much. I never follow measurements because my hands automatically add more or skip few ingredients entirely. I don’t know why but I go on this complete crazy overdrive and there’s no turning back. Sometimes the results turn out great, sometimes average while at times what I have in front of me is nothing short of a disaster. When the latter happens, the dish in question is either beyond salvaging or, if I’m lucky enough, somewhat edible.
This time around the baking experiment ended up into a disaster of the second kind. Disaster because I set the temperature too high. Instead of setting the oven to 180 Degrees which is the setting I always use for baking, this time, I set it to 220! And the rest, as the say, is history ruin.
The cake as you can see was unevenly baked, a little too much around the edges and centre. It was somewhat dry too. The saving grace though was that it was still edible and the husband loved it anyways (read – pretended to love). Well, I guess, next time I need to control these urges of mine which cause more damage than success.
Restaurant Hopping Please
With the cake out of the way, it was time for the birthday lunch. For that, we went to Fisherman’s Wharf on his birthday and on the next day, we went to GAD – Taj Gateway. Yes, well, it was a long weekend and after my cake, we needed to go out two days in a row.
We love Fisherman’s Wharf, it is probably our current favourite restaurant. It’s proximity to our home is another reason why we prefer going there. Also, the ambience is wonderful, always. Every time we go there we come back happy, satisfied and refreshed.
We had been to GAD on New Year’s eve 2014 and loved the experience. In fact, we have been wanting to go back ever since. True to the brand that TAJ is, we had a great dining experience there as well.
I’ll do a review of both on the blog soon. For now, I can only say that both the birthday lunches were great. We had a great time and the food was good too.
So, there, that was my cake, bake & birthday story.
What’s going on in your food universe?