Posted in Cloie's Kitchen, Food

Hello, Cupcake

So I tried baking some Devil’s Food Cupcakes yesterday. They weren’t perfect, but they tasted so damn good.

It was the first time that I used the hand mixer my parents gave me for my birthday. I asked for a hand mixer because our ancient mixer doesn’t have a whisk attachment. I need the hand mixer for cupcake icings, so I’m very glad that they gave in to my request. I still used the hand mixer even if this recipe didn’t call for icing.

It was my first time to bake cupcakes, and girl I learned A LOT! I learned not to put too much batter into the cups. Or else, this would happen.

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I was convinced that the cups weren’t 2/3 filled, so we added for batter. Well, I was wrong. So my mom scooped a little less than what I scooped, and this is what happened.

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So I learned to trust my mother’s measuring skills that night.

I also had icing (or ganache) topping dilemmas with the overflowing cupcakes, so only the properly baked tray had nice tops. Anyway, they were delicious.

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What an experience! I hope I can bake the other cupcake recipes I have. And, I hope to share my cupcakes to everyone! Once I perfect my cupcakes, I hope to sell them along with my caramel bars and revel bars.

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Posted in Family, Personal, Relationships

Snail Mail = Sweet Mail

In the age of email and instant messaging, receiving letters leaves a giddy feeling in my system. Just like most millennials, I rarely get snail mail. By rare, I mean one letter/postcard a year, or even none. But even if I don’t get a lot of mail, I feel grateful to those relatives who took their time to actually write me something on paper. Sure, I appreciate my friends and family’s efforts through instant messaging, but getting mail is just special.

I’m having a great day, so far. I did wake up feeling “meh, it’s another boring day”. I went through my morning “routine”, feeling a little excited for the day, but everything changed during breakfast.

While eating an egg and a piece of pan de sal, my aunt comes in, and she handed me an envelope. She told me that I had mail. I took the envelope and looked at it. Well, well, well, it’s from Ohio!

I’ve never met my mom’s first cousin (therefore, my aunt) from Ohio, but she’s been very supportive of me. She’d often react to and  comment on my Facebook posts, even more than my relatives here at home would do. She might be one of my ka-vibes (same vibes) aunts, if ever her family hadn’t migrated to the US. She seems to be so cool, and she seems to be kind and nice. I’m happy she’s reaching out to her extended family here in the Philippines. It just means that she’s not forgetting where she came from, and the family that’s left here. It’s a bonus that she can understand my posts in Filipino, given that my mom said that her sisters don’t really speak the language. I’m loving this aunt of mine so much, and I very much appreciate her snail mail.

She wrote me a letter full of support and encouragement. She told me not to let my bipolar disorder get in the way of my dreams and goals. She also shared some stuff that I can apply in my social life. The things she said in that letter were simple yet beautiful, and they are some words that I needed lately. After all the ups and downs of my personal life (not school issues), here comes a letter from my aunt who I barely knew but who cared. It’s like the arrival of the letter was so timely! Indeed, everything comes in God’s perfect time.

This letter really made my morning, even my day. It really made me excited. It’s like I want to send mail to my friends now. Going back to old practices isn’t bad after all, like sending snail mail. It is more personal, and at this day and age, it’s really special to receive mail that’s not your monthly bills. Lovers, friends, and family used to send snail mail, and they feel happy and special upon receiving mail. Snail mail is, indeed, sweet mail. I hope more people send old-fashioned letters more often. It’s not a waste of paper, given that that piece of paper is full of love.

To my Tita Marissa, thank you so much for the letter. I really appreciate it. I hope I get to meet you someday!