Play dough

I am not really talking about playdough the kiddie dough stuff, actually. I am referring to fondant. I am not sure what fondant’s are, but I am so enamored with its end result.

I am not a good baker. I could bake some cakes, some breads (if I was lucky enough to knead the dough well), and some cheesecake. OK, so I could bake some delicious cheesecakes, but I was lucky that I found one very fool proof cheesecake recipe.

Again, I am off tangent. I could cook OK, but baking is still a hit and miss thing. I wished that I do more baking, actually. I always wanted to be a better cook, even thought of going to culinary school to learn pastry and baking. I could do that, I supposed, when Tia is older, and when we have that extra moolah stuck here or there.

The idea of going to culinary school had been there for a long time, even when I was still in college back in Memphis. But of course, I had no recourse and no resources of changing my major back then, so I had to stick to what I was doing. I am not sure what I would be doing should there were any options of changing into culinary school then. I am not sure where I would be, what I would be doing. But those are not worth thinking about since I did not go into culinary school. Close the book on that one, and just move on.

Well, move on I did, but the idea of going to culinary school is still at the back of my mind. Baking and pastry school, that is, because I am not interested to go to cooking school. Let me rephrase that. I know that I wanted to culinary school, but my main interest would be in baking and pastry. If I was able to do that, and finish the course, I might want to go into cooking school afterwards. But then, there are gazillion of things that I need to learn in baking school, so maybe I should stick to that, yes?

What’s with all these talk about going back to school, yes? Probably I just wanted to relive the joy of being in school. The joy of almost not having much to be responsible for, I guess :).

But anyway, I know there are culinary school in Malaysia, but I don’t think our financial situation would permits me to apply to one.

But that’s besides that point. Point it, I wanted to learn how to do cakes like the one above. Simple, yes, since I gotta start at the simplest ones, no?

Don’t you just love that little jumping monkey, eh?

Twirl

I have nothing much to write these days since everyday is like a repeat of yesterday. Boring and dull, though Tia keeps it very interesting, in a loud and whirlwind way.
But anyway that is not what I am going to talk about. I wanted to talk about this game that I play all the times whenever I am online at facebook. This game, texttwirl. OMG it is insanely addictive. Through the game I learnt all these words that I would have never had encountered in my boring life!

For real. Check this one out. Weal? Wale? Weird right? Yet I go scrambling on my chubby digits on the keyboard to type out whatever I could think of whenever I see the timer ticking. This one is short, though not easy enough for me. Wait till you get this rows and rows of boxes to fill in, now that would make you really pounce on the keyboard.

Tick Tock Tick Tock. This is just too sick! Very sick, and yet very addictive.



So anyway, I had finally succumbed and registered to Facebook. All you folks out there who would like to add me in, the name’s Marlinda Radzi.

Tee hee.

I found people whom I went to grade school with, people whom I knew since I was seven. Yes, folks, since I was seven and I had no clue that I would be able to be acquainted to them ever again since I changed school when I was ten. I made an entry about it, but I am too lazy to dig it up. Perhaps later when I have the time off from playing the ‘twirl. That. Evil. Game! to do it.

Sleepy little beauty

Looking out….