martabak keju

Semalam kepengen makan martabak, coba belajar bikin martabak sendiri, berhubung ga ada kacang tanah, pake yang ada aja dikulkas jadi gue pake isian martabaknya : keju.

Bahan Martabak :
500 gr terigu
750 cc air
50 gr gula
1/2 sdm garam
1 btr telur
1 sdt soda kue

Bahan Isian :
Gula pasir
Keju parut

Cara Membuat :
1. Campur semua bahan kulit martabak, selain soda kue. Biarkan selama 1 jam atau lebih.
2. Panaskan loyang martabak. Tambahkan soda kue pada adonan yang telah siap dibuat. Tuangkan adonan martabak secukupnya.
3. Tunggu sampai adonan bersarang, taburkan gula pasir secukupnya.
4. Tutup loyang martabak, sampai matang.
5. Angkat martabak, oleskan mentega, parutkan keju.
6. Lipat martabak menjadi 2, oleskan bagian luar martabak dengan mentega. Untuk 3 loyang martabak ukuran 26cm.

Martabak siap dihidangkan...... (Isian bisa divariasi sesuai selera)

Suami bilang yummy...... :-) bagi2 mertua n cici ipar juga.

Berhubung takut gagal, jadi gue bikin 1 loyang martabak dulu yah nanti baru bikin lagi n bagi2 teman2 kantor, ok...

Coat check meltdown

October 31

I think Aureole invited the entire Upper East Side to its 20-year anniversary party, and all of the food, travel, real estate and probably gossip media.
I know at least one member of the real estate media was there, as I had the chance to catch up with the fun-loving Chris Shott of The New York Observer. You may remember that when I met him at Scarpetta’s opening, he complimented my necktie. This time he complimented designer Adam Tihany’s sport coat. It was, indeed, a very handsome sport coat, but what I liked best was that his pocket square was a different pattern from his tie. He’s Adam Tihany, so he can do that.
Chris also complimented my tie (a Boston Trader floral thing that I’ve had for years, but I still like it a lot), but he admitted that it was a cheap ploy to get mentioned in my blog again.
Like that will work. Ha!
Anyway, the place was packed, and I had been drinking with colleagues the night before and had overindulged a bit, so I wasn’t in the mood to party, really. I realized I’d be doing everyone a favor by calling it a night so other people could get in and eat and drink, and so I stood in line to get the coat and bag that I had checked.
Chaos ensued.
The nice-seeming women who were in charge of checking coats were clearly accustomed to checking a couple of coats at a time, at a rather leisurely pace. Aureole’s not a club with velvet ropes and bouncers, after all, it’s a posh restaurant where people spend leisurely hours relaxing over a meal. It had nothing like the capacity necessary to deal with all of the clothing and baggage that was thrown at it last night.
So I waited. Grill Club members Michael Park and Sara Bonisteel came in. I chatted with them and waited some more. I greeted Regina Schrambling as she came in, told her I was on my way out and waited some more.
Publicist Shari Bayer came in. She was the plus-one of Food & Beverage magazine’s Francine Cohen, whose husband Jake didn’t feel like coming. Francine soon arrived, too, and they stayed with me for awhile while I waited for my coat, but Francine got pulled away eventually.
Michael and Sara, having had enough of the party, were heading out and saw that I was still waiting for my coat. It was amazing.
I’m not exactly sure what the problem was, but the coats and bags were being stored in two separate rooms and it seemed that somehow the coat-check tags were no longer anywhere near what was checked with them. I was eventually brought in to see if I could find my own coat and bag, which I did, although, since it was a standard-issue Midtown black cashmere-wool blend overcoat just like everyone else’s, it took me awhile.
In the meantime rebellion had begun among other people who were trying to leave.
“This is ridiculous, I’ve been waiting 20 minutes!" I heard one guy rant. I mean, really, it was a fair rant, but the coat-check system had been overwhelmed, it had melted down. It was ugly.
Good party, though. Great turnout.

Friday Nibbles, Special Edition - Turkey

With Christmas barely eight weeks away, and Thanksgiving just around the corner for my American brethren, I thought this might be a good opportunity to talk turkeys, not least because I spent yesterday on a genuine working turkey farm just south of Cambridge (OK, it’s a tenuous segway and I know Christmas is actually a while away but I wanted to get it written down while it was all still fresh in my mind, plus I got some cool pictures that I wanted to show you).



I can now say from extensive empirical research through close proximity that turkeys are big birds and when there are several hundred of them staring down at you, it can all too easily feel a little bit Hitchcock for comfort (although I think the movie would have taken on a slightly more comedic slapstick feel had turkeys been the vengeful flock in question).

They are also fiendishly ugly with odd folds of skin that appear to be taking over their distinctly reptilian features and a general look of permanent annoyance, much like a Daily Mail reader glancing over a story about how Jonathon Ross’s salary has caused the rise/fall/stagnation of house prices or other such nonsense (if you aren’t familiar with The Daily Mail, think National Enquirer, only with a more questionable ethics and less concern for fact or journalistic integrity).



But I’ve never been one to judge books by their covers or turkeys by their wattles for that matter and despite their unattractive exterior they are friendly and placid birds that live comfortably in large groups.

I should say from the off that the farm I went to was not an intensive battery operation where the young chicks are fed a horrific cocktail of hormones, additives, drugs and growth promoters in order to fatten them up in little over three months. This was very much a free-range operation where the birds had access to locally sourced feed and as much sunlight as they wanted. They were free to spend all day running their little claws off, should they so wish. The lack of nasties in their diet means that it takes them twice as long to reach maturity but the result is a much tastier bird with a far superior texture, a world away from the dried out examples that blight so many Christmases.

The bird itself is native to Mexico and the eastern United States and although there is no historical evidence that the early Pilgrim Fathers ate one in their first Thanksgiving dinner, by the 19th century the tradition had been galvanized. Now a roasted (or deep fried (!?)) turkey is as much a part of the day as pumpkin pie and the NFL. Over 250 million are bred for the table each year and 20 per cent of those are consumed on a single day. It is not known how many people actually like turkey and how many eat it because they have to. A bit like a Brussels sprout.



Those which I met yesterday at the Gog Magog Hills Farm Shop were a rare breed called Kelly Bronze favoured and bred for a more traditional flavour and texture and a favourite of self-proclaimed domestic goddess Nigella Lawson. Personally, I think she sits somewhere on the annoyance scale between ‘patronising’ and ‘odious’ but she seems to know her stuff so I might take her advice on this one. As long as she ties her bloody hair back when she cooks it. Those luscious L’oreal locks are all well and good but not when extracting one from the depths of your throat.

So, in summary, what have we learnt? Turkeys originally resided across the pond, they are tasty enough to warrant an annual eating and don’t let Nigella Lawson cook you a soufflé.

Joking aside, when hunting out your turkey there are a few key words to look out for and a number of tips I can now offer you, having spoken to someone who really knows that they are talking about. Look for the words ‘slow-maturing’ or ‘rare-breed’. Try to buy one that hasn’t had to travel too far and has managed to see at least a semblance of daylight. The more they’ve run around and the less they’ve been pumped full of chemicals like some gross futuristic nightmare, the tastier they will be. In short, apply the same rules when buying your turkey as you would any other meat. If you’re only going to eat it once a year, might as well make it a good one, no?

cinta?

hari ini

sy mau bgn seawal 7 pagi.

tp sy terbgn pukul 8++ pagi je! huhu.

sy mandi cepat2 dan bersiap cpt2.

kena gerak awal, nak pergi pejabat pendaftaran!

lepas sy mandi baru sy kejutkan salghee & miraghee.

adek & waed dah bgn.

mereka ada shooting utk final project.

bersiap & naik taxi ke tmn melawati.

sampai sane, sy terserempak dgn su.

salam2 dan bertanya khabar sebentar~

sampai pejabat pendaftaran, x ramai org sgt.

alhamdulilah~ ambik no.

dan sy kacau mira melatah2 lg. hee. notty me!

x sampai sejam, salghee siap buat ic.

kami pergi mkn. jln ke giant permata, dan blk rumah.

sampai rumah sy terus tidur dlm sejam lebih.

perh~ tidur baik punye. letih.

then solat. mandi. jemur kain.

sms. makan. tgk tv. on9. haha...

dlm cerita sepi ckp,

cinta datang bukan hanya sekali...

betul ke? erm. betul kot.

sbb 1st love x semestinya true love.

alahai. sedeyh nye.

kan best kalau true love kite adalah 1st love kite. kenape?

sbb 1st love adalah cinta yg palinggg suci.

tp ingt. 1st love x semestinya 1st couple.

dan 1st love x semestinya true love. huhu.

tapi. sshnya nak cari cinta yg betul2 ikhlas. suci. jujur.

mungkin, 1:10? atau lebih.

kdng2 malas nak menanti cinta yg sejati.

tp, bila kita cuba utk menjauh dan menjauh.

cinta tu. dtg lagi. menguji kita lagi.

benar benar cinta atau...

sekadar mainan perasaan?

ditipu, tertipu atau kita yg menipu?

mungkin, kita boleh menipu.

tp hati. takkan boleh menipu.

mungkin. kita dah serik. lelah. penat.

tp. harapan sentiasa wujud. impian.

siapa x nak hidup bahagia?

dengan cinta yg tulus.

sekeras - keras manusia,

setinggi egonya. perlukan hidup.

jangan ditipu diri sendiri...

cuma. Allah lebih tahu,

yang terbaik utk kita.

Dia juga ingin kita tahu,

cintaNya cinta abadi.

ku bertanya pada diri. adakah aku, perlukan cinta sejati?

entah. masih samar - samar jawapannya.

sejarah lalu, masih sedangku padamkan sepenuhnya.

tp aku tahu, aku semakin melupakan segalanya.

mungkin. kerana aku sudah tidak buta?

benarlah. kita hanya perlukan masa...

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End of Syawal

Nak tulis dalam Bahasa Malaysia lah pula hari ini.

31 hb October, menandakan berakhirnya sebulan Syawal, or was it yesterday. Tapi kan, aku masih lagi dapat undangan rumah terbuka hari raya sabtu dan ahad. Mungkin mereka sedang merayakkan Deepavali.

Setiap kali Ramadhan dan Syawal, berat badan saya semakin meningkat maju dengan JPD berlaku dengan hebat sekali. JPD untuk sesiapa yang kurang arif, bermaksud Jalan Perut Dulu. Memang satu fenomena yang tidak mampu dielakkan. Tapi konsep JPD ini nampaknya semakin menjadi-jadi bila umur semakin lanjut ini. Kejadian ini sebenarnya amat merungsingkan sekali. Tapi takpe, kita ikut je apa yang orang selalu cakap, "Raya setahun sekali"

Jadi oke lah, cuba bayangkan kalau raya setahun 12 kali. Tak ke sekarang aku ni ada kat hospital besar Klang sedang buat bypass untuk kali ke 34 agaknya, tak pun dah arwah kot.

Nope, entri ini bukan entri untuk menceritakan azam menguruskan badan. Dah malas nak azam macam tu, sebab tidak pernah nak berhasilnya. Entri ini hanya untuk menceritakan betapa gumbiranya aku raya tahun ini sebab aku ada sebab utk bergembira tahun ini.

I have a lovely family, i have a steady job, i have label my friends into 3 group and see the real colour of my friends and i have a reason to be happy.

Jugak, aku happy sebab akhir Syawal ini juga aku dah siapkan 3 kerja sekaligus, dalam masa satu hari.

Hebat tak.

Dah siap mark 2 assessment for students research proposal, 2 assessment for students final report, isi borang Sasaran Kerja tahunan (SKT) dan set the rawscore untuk continuous assessment student untuk 8 kelas.

Yes!! 8 buah kelas, sepatutnya 5 je (1 lecture, dan 4 tutorial) tapi sebab sorang dari pensyarah yang mengajar subject yang sama sudah lari tidak dapat dikesan dan meninggalkan sisa-sisa kerjanya pada aku.

Takpe, nanti kalau turn aku fly nanti, aku buat menda yang sama pada dia. Siap!!!

Anyway, esok aku akan ke Lumut, dari Kuala lumpur untuk menyertai Perodua Treasure Hunt anjuran Perodua-Catma.

Selalu pergi treasure hunt pendek-pendek je, belum lagi pernah treasure hunt long distance ni.

Wish me luck.

Adios Amigos.

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