The hype of Valentine's day propelled me into doing puerile things.I felt compelled to do something fabulous and floor my young husband.Alright now,I have bought way too many gifts in the past and it doesn't make my hubby happy. He is way above the materialistic world.However it appears to me that, like for most men, food is his Achilles' heel and the time was ripe for me to exploit it.
I must admit that I have made quite a few attempts at stunning him with my culinary skills and have mostly ended up making a fool of myself.However this time it had to be impressive.After hours of contemplation I hit upon a thought.My husband Krishna has always resisted the temptation to eat cakes and cookies because of his conviction to vegetarianism.So inspired by his ideals I set upon my mission to bake an egg less cake!
Having browsed the Internet till my vision blurred,I stumbled on a goldmine of recipes.I found a recipe for egg less chocolate cake ,the kind of luscious goodness that would melt in your mouth.However I was skeptical about the outcome as I wasn't adept at baking.
So there I was,groping blindly with flour and baking powder dreaming wildly of the heavenly cake ,I would soon conjure from the sticky mess in the bowl.Soon the gluey liquid was baking in my oven.I decided to take a break .No sooner had I sat down to relax than the oven billowed smoke ..I was exasperated ..I had diligently followed the instructions despite the incorrigible font of the website.Upon opening the oven I realized that it wasn't the cake ,but the charring crumbs from the baguette I had heated the previously!Relieved that the cake was safe ,I removed the other charred pan and continued baking the cake.
Thirty minutes later the fork I inserted into the cake came out clean.'Operation cake' was apparently a success.Later that evening when I presented my cake to Krishna,he was surprised.He told,he was touched by the fact that so much of love and thought had gone into the cake.{ehmm...no compliments on the taste}.
In fact I was disappointed that the cake wasn't as fantastic tasting as I expected it to be.Later when I told my mom over the phone about my little adventure.She reminded me that the its not the taste of the food that matters only the love that went into making it .Touche .
