All I could think right now is baking the next batch of Pandesal with a fancy flavour. After years of trying to perfect the quintessential bread, I have done it finally. Perfectly... at least according to my tastebuds. But to be told that my pandesal is THE pandesal by my Filipino friend and her pastry chef husband, not to mention my own husband and some of his Filipino workmates, then I must be doing something right. I know, right?!
If I only have the means and money to open my own pandesal bakery, I would. Sell from home? It's exhausting to think about the requirements. And so, I am just going to give and give and give. Fuck! The one thing I am so good at, giving. Because, giving. Ugh!
I believe this is the part wherein I have to halt my delusions of grandeur. I mean, my friend's husband think it is a viable business. I am with him, since I sort of have done my research. And after ten years, I still could not buy the pandesal I want, least not, I have to go south of the river, give or take fifty kilometres from home. And fuck me sideways, it's not that even THE pandesal I remember growing up or living in the Philippines. I might as well get on a plane, right?
Anyway, I am successful in baking the following:
- Classic Pandesal
- Garlic & Herbs
- Chocolate Chip
I have a lot of ideas what flavours I should bake next. But really, I am just so proud of myself right now. It is such a small and heartwarming victory, especially when my little boy could not get enough of eating my pandesal. He even love dipping it in a cup of Milo. Oh I bake for him, truly. He is the one reason why I am baking.
By the way, I am not sharing my recipe. There are a million recipes online, right? LOL!
Fuck yeah!,
sC