baking adventure

What .... do you think will happen when a man was not allowed to eat, or drink, or smoke for a whole day, but he really wanted to do stuff rather than slumping on his chair the whole time?

Why, he bakes a cake, of course.

The problem is, the man never baked a cake in his whole life. So a bit of loggin-in and searching in some sites with recipes brought him to an After-Eight Cheese Cake. And the man tried stopping writing in third person from this sentence on.

I was kinda tempted with the After-Eight thing rather than the cheese cake, though .. Hehehe..

Some ingenious facts that I found while baking:

1. I know that there are two types of that rotating thing (beater?) for mixer. I think in Indonesian, I called it, the spiral ones, and the non-spiral ones. The funny thing is that I don't recall that I have used the spiral ones prior yesterday, but I based the name on the spiral ones anyway. Spiral is much easier to identify. In German they are called ... ummm Rührbesen (non-spiral) and Knethaken (spiral).

2. I didn't know that you eventually will use your hand in making dough. I thought you'd only have to beat it, crash-boom-bang, it's done. Apparently, one must use their hands to make the dough ... you know, stick together (Gosh, how awful is my English?). It's like playing claydough, dough. I mean though. Thank God I washed my hands beforehand.

3. Beating white eggs into egg-snow (this is a literal translation from the German word, Eischnee. I don't know if there is an English word.) is so much fun! I can do it the whole day. Separating the whities from the yellowies is not as much fun though.. :(

4. Placing the dough onto the Springform (I don't know the English word!) was obnoxious. You know, one must know how much you need for the base, and for the sides. I miscalculated of course. And that made the base butt-ugly.


5. All and all my triumph came when all I need to do is put the pre-cake to the oven, and pray to God that the oven won't screw it up. And the oven screwed it up. :( Too bad I don't have a picture of the sorta screwed cake. I think it was too hot.


6. That dude, named Barney (B is for Barney, not Bie), claimed it as soon as it was done, ate half of it (half of it is still in the fridge). I, was still fasting when the cake was done. Eating it is a no-no to me. Hehehe.. >:)


The After-Eight-y taste was the real reward for me.