Do you believe in Signs?
I do. I try not to – but somehow always end
up reading moments, songs, and people, as signs of something related to me or
my life. I try really hard- but inevitably, something will make me feel that
this is that power up there’s way of showing me something- as if someone is
trying to tell me something and I must not be naïve, and just get it!
So today morning, when I checked my mail, 3
of the many food bloggers who I follow regularly, had posted about
imperfections.
How ironic! This was a sign for me. And
this sign comes in the morning after a big disaster in my own kitchen- I
dropped a cake dish with a set biscuit base for the cheesecake that I was
making for my mom’s birthday yesterday. I was halfway through taking
photographs, it was the perfect dish (which I absolutely love), and just the
right size- and guess what? While taking it out of the freezer, the usually not
so clumsy, ol’ me dropped it. It was truly heart-breaking, just about 4 hours
before we had to leave. The filling was about to set, and so, I instantly
dropped the idea of making the cake, and called up Ak to buy one instead.
Birthdays are just not complete without cakes. And this happened just after I
had decided, that I will bake a cake for every single member in our family, no
matter what part of the world they are in. (the first in the series is here). There
goes my plan.
Anyhow, so while Ak was given the task of
getting an eggless cake to compensate for my strawberry cheesecake, I embarked
upon the task of rescue. The filling was due to set anytime soon- so I had no
time to set another biscuit base. Ak, in his effort to cheer me up decided that
he wanted some mini cheesecake shots with an oreo base. That was simple. I made
a couple with a digestive biscuit base for my dad, and finally used up the rest
as a mousse’ish filling set in ramekins. Turns out, it wasn’t so bad after all,
as we all got manageable breakfast dessert.
Of course, imperfections and disasters
happen all the time in our kitchen- and they definitely happen a lot in mine.
Most often, the rescue task is not even accounted for- but on these moments, I
often read it as a bad sign, finding it hard to see the positive. It is only
later in the evening, when the mothers proclaimed that breaking a dish on a
birthday is supposedly a good sign, and then the posts today morning made me
realise something I had been failing to acknowledge- As much as I believe that
I give up on failure, Picking up pieces and crafting the best out of what is
left is not so much a turmoil after all, leaving me often with a pleasant
consequence. I just need to remember that more often.
I had recently made a mango cheesecake for
a dinner at home, which was lying in my drafts ready to be posted. I had been
caught up with work and had been unable to post it. With the mango cheesecake,
I used oreo cookies to heighten the contrast. Both the mango cheesecake and
this ‘to be strawberry cheesecake’ were to be separate posts- but in this utter
mess of cheesecakes, I am posting them together. For everyone reading this, do
try the cheesecake for an egg-less celebration or a light, fruity summer
dessert. And for those, out there like me, in case you end up with a broken
cheesecake crust, do compensate for the imperfections in your life, with these
mini strawberry cheesecake shots.