Came back on Tuesday and was sick like a drowning toad! Coughing and croaking with an unceasing migraine. Today, I feel much better after having rested well. Haven't done much cooking as it's holidays but #2 has been quite ambitious and been cooking and baking. Her latest attempt was from my Cordon Bleu recipe book for "Creme Caramel".
When I was her age (16), I remember having a lot of interest in cooking because my mum is an amazing cook. My dad (now deceased) loved "Creme Caramel" and we'd always indulge in buying packets of "Greens" DIY creme caramel. It was an easy method and in a couple of steps, all was ready for refrigeration. It was a fool's proof method of making creme caramel.
Another of my dad's favourite was pandan Chiffon cake. I was an expert at making it and dad would always request me to make it. It was fun making both the creme caramel and chiffon cake. Family members would rave about how delicious it was. Dad was always my biggest fan!
You see, dad and I had a very special bonding. We got along like a "house on fire". We had the same interests and I was always eager to learn some new stuff or other from all his story-telling. He was a great educator and spent many hours building the bridge of communication.
We went for 'Dracula' movies together starring the great Christopher Lee or 'Kung-fu' type movies starring the famous "Wang Yu, the Shaw Brothers made famous "One armed swordsman!"
We love reading and we love watching TV, music stemmed the center of our souls, food was always the topic of the day, we were each others alter egos.
We never missed the Black & White Minstrel show, Cilla Black, Dean Martin and Jerry Lewis on TV. We shared a passion for Jim Reeves, Elvis, Frank Sinatra, Bing Crosby and the list goes on.
When I tasted the creme caramel that #2 made, it brought tears to my eyes. It brought back wonderful memories of the times I used to make adulterated versions of it for my dad and how he had raved on and on and kept requesting for me to make more of it.
I would give the world to be able to serve this to dad now and I know exactly what he would say. "It's delicious girl, go make some more!".
He would have been so proud of me for raising another fine cook-to-be!!
