We are 4 siblings, dispersed across 3 continents. This is a safe space for our hungry selves to connect through our mutual love for Food (among other things).
Brownie Post #10. So I made this last week, following the miserable series of South Africa in England. The only consolation was that the one English brownie on the side got lots of extra medals. Still. England…you know? Happy baking was called for. Standard brownies didn’t seem dramatic enough, and also we had some white... Continue Reading →
DAY TWENTY NINE Tis the final day of Ramadan and so It Is Time. To get cookin. Actually I didn’t do much at all. Brownies were requested of me (to accompany us to tomorrow’s Eid gathering) and so Brownies have materialised. This was a funny looking recipe that I went all out for and used... Continue Reading →
DAY 21. wha- how? It’s that fourth dimension again. Being all predictable and surprising at the same time. (Kind of like Pakistan…) Anyway. We just ate the best home-made muffins ever. (Discovered here on Sally’s Baking Addiction.) Muffins are not my area of expertise so I didn’t mess with the recipe at all. Smart move AFizzle,... Continue Reading →
First, let me just say: The Maathaaland* has DEFIED EXPECTATIONS and sent the Group B from Cricket Champions trophy tournament into mayhem by beating India. We are all properly gobsmacked at this turn of events. I heard even MamaFizzle was properly enthused. In the animal world, this would be like: Anyway, back to food. There... Continue Reading →
Is that a cookie? YES. Well, it used to be. You see, I needed cookies, so I made cookies, and then I ate cookies. But…there were too many cookies. *gasps* Too many cookies? You jest! Alas, tis the truth. It seems being the lone cookie consumer in a fasting household is a greater responsibility than... Continue Reading →
WHO WANTS TO PLAY SOME SNAIL CRICKET! Look what Google Doodles did. I got bowled at 16. 😞 It’s ok, my baking is far better than my batting. And I made bread. Well, cake. But if it’s breakfast we’ll still call it bread. It did require some consultation: I even wrote down proportions this time:... Continue Reading →
I don’t like peanuts. In fact I really don’t like peanuts, and I never have. But out of nowhere I suddenly keep discovering new peanut-y things that I really really like. The world is getting too confusing. I thought for sure that this meant I’d like peanut butter but nope. Still don’t get it. But... Continue Reading →
RAMADAN MUBARAK you little potatoes.* Look at us four fizzles, dispersed even in Ramadan. Tragic. It’s ok, I’m mentally in Southampton right now, which is close enough to you two UK bananas. Speaking of cricket, who’s excited for the champions trophy? I am I am. But that’s not for a week so for now I’m... Continue Reading →
EVERYTHING IS OK NOW. Firstly, The Sage has made much progress re-integrating into the Fizzle household. A few simple jedi-mind tricks and she is now less frequently plagued by Bafflement. She now accepts her identity as Fromage Soeur, enthusiastically particpates in family excursions, and Papa Fizzle has even started registering some of what she says.... Continue Reading →
