The day where it was almost right.

I have always liked cooking. I think this might be the way I express my love. In some deep forgone corner of my subconscious, of a life almost lived, I imagined myself making cookies and baking cupcakes for my children, being that neighbor who would leave goodies at holidays - a bit like Monica with her candies, and the best ever Nestle Toulouse cookies. I imagined my husband and I making dinner, and eating while watching an episode of Friends for the 100th time - if this is ever my reality, I can only promise to value every second of the much-dreaded routine. You left me at the edge of this scene - as you leave a tear roll down one's cheek unchecked, this was almost our reality.

Today I attempted Mauritian Biryani and sweet potato scones. Mauritian Biryani is less spicy that the usual Indian one - I made mine with Beef, choosing a piece known as knuckle steak, which I found is a very lean piece of meat, not ideal for Biryani. The flavour was right, but the beef turned out quite dry, and I now have enough to eat for 4 days. This is alas one of the prerequisites of the single life.

My sweet potato scones turned out too fluffy instead of forming this bread like crust expected of scones, but again, the flavour was good. So, almost not a failure I would say.