This one was an improvisation of a cake my mother in law's sister makes.
'Maasi' bakes brilliant cakes and that too without an oven. As I came home from office one friday evening I sniffed out this aroma of fresh baking from the windows of one of my neighbours.
Next morning, completely motivated, I set out to bake my version of Maasi's cake.
The batter quantity wouldnt have fit onto my 8 inch cake tin so I divided it between two 8 inch tins. It was my hubby who came up with this brilliant idea of adding instant coffee and chocolate to one of them and whoa the coffee cake was born.
Ingredients
1 cup butter
1.25 cups of sugar
1.5 cups of Plain Flour
4 eggs
1 tspn Vanilla essence
Additions
Cooking Milk Chocolate (cut into tiny chunks)
1 Tsp instant Coffee mixed in 1 tbsp hot water
Preheat the oven. Beat the sugar and butter till it is mixed well. Add an egg and a little flour alternately beating all the time. Add baking powder and beat a bit. Finally add vanilla essence coffee and choclate and beat for some time.
Pour into two 8 inch pans and bake at 150 degrees celcius for 45 minutes.
Psst: Spread chocolate spread on top of both cakes and place one on top of the other.
If you are not a chocolate or coffee lover then avoid these and just add walnuts and raisins instead.
Prologue
One day when I get famous and need fillers for my book, I might give this more thought ..... for now this will do.
I claim to be no expert at either travelling or cooking or the random things I write about...
But I would like to collate all my good memories (and efforts) into this space for reminiscing on those grey rainy days...
What Blog its more of a 'Brag'!!
My Thank You Speech..........
I was introduced to cooking in the early years of my life by my Aayi while I sat at the kitchen dining table while she mixed spices and vegetables to create those sumptuous dishes. My brain took in what I did not intend to learn.
My Aayi is a fantastic cook. Each day I woke up to a sit down breakfast of Idlis, Dosas, Upma, Dodak, Usli and the likes. A far cry compared to the ‘eat while you dress’ cereal we make do with these days. Any efforts Aayi made of training me in the kitchen went futile. It is hence ironic that Aayi, ‘my first teacher’ is still to taste anything cooked by my hand.
My hard core cooking days started only when I moved to UK with my husband a few years ago. My husband, like a true martyr, suffered through my numerous cooking expeditions. His encouragement, fulsome praise where due and frank critical review drives me to try something new each week. It is to these two people that I owe whatever little cooking I know or strive to know today.
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