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best cupcake frosting ever

im not a frosting fan, especially not on cupcakes. i always find them too sweet, too hard or too buttery

i love baking (not a fan of store bought baked goodies, i always find them too sweet/too chemical/too much icing/ too expensive) and today i made a batch of banana spice cupcakes for a sick friend

yeah i know cupcake craze that recently broke loose in the Middle East bla bla bla no seriously i don’t make cupcakes because they’r cute (although they are) but because they are easier to store and eat than a regular size cake, plus they make a nice present than regular big cake

for those of you who didn’t know (i hope that’s not too many people) a cupcake is simply a small size cake with lots of cute shit on top (yes same recipe as a normal sized cakes, yeah really. all you have to do is make your favorite normal size cake in small molds and adapt oven time to the mold used)

as this was a present i really wanted to frost the cakes, but as i am not a frosting fan (except for cream cheese frosting for carrot cake) i wasn’t sure what to do…….and what would go well with my mini banana bites (I made banana, cinnamon/nutmeg, walnut cupcakes)………….i trawled the internet for a few minutes and found honey cinnamon frosting

i had all the ingredients, recipe seemed simple and honey/cinnamon should go well with the cupcake. so i tried it and oh my this was the best frosting in the world, the texture was light, it wasn’t sickly sweet, and you could totally taste the cinnamon and honey…….oh and it only took  minutes to make

Honey & cinnamon frosting:

–  1 + 1/4 cup frosting sugar (sometimes called powder sugar or confectioners sugar. its the super powder white one)

– 1/2 cup unsalted butter at room temperature (it should be super soft but not melted)

– 1 table spoon honey (any honey would do)

– 1/8 teaspoon cinnamon (i put 1/4 teaspoon and it was fine)

put everything in a bowl, whisk with electric beater for a few minutes (till creamy)……aaaaand voila done. i used a teaspoon to frst the cakes no need for any fancy equipment. i frosted 20 cupcakes with the quantity and had some frosting left over (i used a little less than 1 teaspoon per cupcake but its up to taste)

perfect compliment to my spicy fruity cakes, thank you Martha Stewart 🙂

so meli tried kick boxing

truth be told i haven’t been very proud of myself the past few months, it has been almost 4 months now since i have been able to sustain a good exercise routine….after the little kilos i managed to gain during the Ramadan lull my slightly larger ass experienced a strange case of couch sticking

whatever i did i never managed to get my ass unctuck from my very comfy couch, off course my cute ass expanded a little more, then a little more and again some more….etc etc etc. when some of my fave clothes started to feel tight i decided it was enough. i have decided to go back to my old exercising self and kick those few kilos away

anyhooooww, since i am allergic to the gym (i get a bad rash on my face just thinking about it) i had to find something exciting and preferably outdorsy….thus started my quest for a new hobby, a new sport. well i have 2 that i enjoy and would practice religiously but circumstances made them both not practicable since july (heat, humidity, partner not available, travel, bad schedule….etc etc etc).

meli got convinced by a friend that she should try kick boxing, that my fiery temper would suit it very well and that i would love it…….eeerrrrrr some friend that is

i was a bit reluctant, the thought of being in a dojo filled with buffed men and women all tight bodied and tight clothed and me feeling a little “big” and rusty……..i was told i dont have to wear anything special so i wore a pair of longish black leggings and a generic white T that was 3 sizes too big (just making sure i cover my assets) .

so we arrive, i give my details at the entrance a whole list of stuff……….then i had the image of horror…..what if i get knocked out by someone is this why they need so much information so that the hospital staff know what im allergic to when im out

my friend was eager to show off in front of me although she’s not a biff tight bodied super model…..shes just a girl and girls like to be mean and they like to show off, and she did so brilliantly…..she even kept hissing “don’t forget to breath” “breath properly” “see your not fit anymore” “wow you are rusty” allllll through the crapping warm up………and OH MY GOD what a warm up it lasted about 45 minutes out of the whole 1hr30 class. started by small running around the boxing ring (yaaaa there was a ring, this was probably the most exciting part of it all), then entered a series of torture exercises – situps, pushups, lie-down-then-fast-standup thingies….etc all rhythm-ed to more running around the ring

did i say there was an ugly asian buffed up tiny dude yelling at us boot camp style?

then we stop, i think yaaaayyyy thats it finished now they will split us in skill groups (noobs, less noobs, not so noob anymore)….. but noooooo everyone’s in one big awkward group. men, women (yeah that includes some very tall men and some very short women) noobs like me, wannabees (there were lots of those), actually good boxers. they made us do a series of awkwards and to me pointless exercises using gloves this time……so we got split into 2groups, a receiving group and a hitting one. the receivers stood in a huge circle  around the ring and each got given a punch combination, when a hitter got to a receiver the receiver would tell him what combination he had to do…..then you had to punch some random stranger for about 2 minutes. when the circle was finished the roles got switched around so we all had a go.

after this came the kicks, at this point i knew i wasn’t coming back so i wasn’t interested in inflicting so much pain to my joints and sat this part out (oh don’t worry i will enumerate  why i decided i wasn’t going back before it ended)

then we had a series of stretching (about 15minutes) and done

what i thought of the whole experience……glad i did it, never doing it again, its confirmed i don’t like being hit in the face or anywhere else, i don’t particularly like hitting people either, and no it wasn’t relaxing after a stressful work day to punch and kick

now for the real deal, why i would tell my friends DON’T DO IT:

– the wannabees……..waaaay more wannabees in a boxing dojo than a gym. go figure, at least in the gym they look good in spandex. man this place was full of fat bellied balding 30 something men thinking they will miraculously turn into some boxing champion and be discovered one day on a beach by an agent then hollywood decides to turn him into a movie, then a franchise . then he gets alll da gurlz

– the teachers (there were about 4 for 25 people), i was expecting some sexy group of either European, Arab or even Thai oiled tanned chiseled muscle bodies and all…….instead poooof the buble burst, a group of small (one was shorter than me) crooked toothed Thai men who barely spoke understandable English, for some reason they all thought you should know the stuff they’re asking you to do even on your first time……whenever i asked them to explain the instructions because its my fist time and the terminology was alien to me i got a cranky toothed, creepy smile with glossy eyes saying “waadoiioouuu men exxprain agiin, dis iz beesik”……………….to explain

i thought i would be taught by this

or this

instead i was introduced to the sport by this

commmooooonnnnn they must’ve heard of marketing and brand image

– the floor and the sweat……i never experienced this before. i am happy i discovered a new sensation that went straight to my top 5 hate sensations. let me explain,the dojo’s floor was made of soft foam similar to yoga mats…..during the 45 minute exercise all those hairy fat men started sweating….sweating a lot….hell some were soaked…..and when running around the ring you end up in a pool of sweat and usually that pool isn’t YOUR sweat eeewwwwwwwww. yeah while running (barefoot) as the training goes on you start noticing wet patches on the floor……i didn’t realise what it was till i saw most men (and women) were drenched in sweat and that some people’s sweat is so bad that it drops to the floor while they run around or do pushups and all………….eeeewwwwwwww maaaannn i steped with my pretty feet into someone else’s sweat

– the gloves and those stretchy bandages you have to wear for the 1hr30 to “protect” your knuckles and wrists…….those shitty things itched all the way especially the bandages. the gloves made it sweaty and hot and uncomfortable

– the wannabees….yeeehhh those again, in their belief of new boxing/kick boxing champion star they believed it was ok to send out hard punches when playing the receiver/hitter routine. they didn’t seem to understand that the whole point of this was to practice punches and their routine not to try to show off to the girl next to you what you can punch hard…..DUDE CAREFUL YOU ALMOST MISSED AND HIT MY FACE, you are meant to punch my hands

– since there were no particular groups or splitting of levels or anything it seemed to me that it was all pointless. a group of people who think they are catching a “thing” and that they are part of the “in-crowed” because they are doing some exotic sport once a month or whenever they remember that place existed. the whole thing was chaos…………all those instructors were interested in were the entrance fees everyone paid to take part in that circus…….even if that sport isn’t my thing i could have at least enjoyed the teaching method or teacher passion…etc anything, nope saw none of that

– all the girls were actually chubby…..wwwoaaaaaa that actually made me happy i felt all slim and petite again, yeah this item shouldnt be in this list but since i don’t have a “like” list to this post then it shall stay here

– the dojo, i am sure there are some amazing ones, but that particular one was awful dark small no windows stuffy messy

– i failed to see even one poster of JC Van Daaaiiimmm……not one, whaaaat i mean hello he’s da bomb, isn’t he? (this one’s a joke)

that’s it i guess, i am even considering a gym now after kick boxing flop a gym sounds like a nice place…..naaahhhh just kidding ill try a few more new sports before i give up and become a gym junky, for now i am trying to commit to 3 days a week gym until i find something i like

kick boxing DON’T DO IT

and god gave us colors

there are many great things to look at in this world, one of my passions in life is food and one of my favorite sights is fresh uncooked produce as god gave them to us

god made them colorful, raw, sometimes dirty, with imperfections, full of life and passion and ready to pass those on……a bit like humans should be

just thought id post a few pictures of my recent table fillers, enjoy 🙂

and for the “did you know?” paragraph; did you know that the carrot was naturally in a multitude of colors except for orange?

originating from Afghanistan carrots were white, yellow, purple, red, green, brown, black but never orange, that’s until the 16th century when a bunch of Dutch farmers/scientists wanted to honor the house of Orange and created a bright orange carrot by crossing white and red ones………etc etc etc and that new carrot dominated the market ever since



if you first don’t succeed…….pick yourself up and walk away

so I’ve been away for a while, no i haven’t ditched the blog or ran out of things to say or complain about. i just got busy with life

something happened to me yesterday that made me think about probabilities and knowing when to stop, not give up but to know your limit and just stop because the probabilities aren’t working with you and the odds aren’t smiling at you

I had been planning for an event that was meant to happen yesterday, everything was ready and all cogs of the operation were turning properly until at the time T a little tiny ink mark on a piece of paper made everything fall apart and the doors of bureaucratic hell opened up and handed me a ticket telling me to wait in the long queue.

After shaking earth and sky yesterday i decided to call it a day so I could get some sleep and try again today; today bright and early I continued that rattling and every time I had a little glimpse of hope something seemed to shut it off. every time a door or even a tiny window opened some annoying wind came blowing to shut it. conclusion event cancelled

after anger, sadness, annoyance, blahhness (an emotion between sad, angry, confused, disbelieving and boredom) I decided to pull a valuable lesson from all that trouble, when you first don’t succeed try again, if that doesn’t work know when to stop and walk away.

i am a stubborn person by nature and don’t like the notion of giving up, i like trying every possibility and abusing them adamant to make something work but now i know that sometimes when odds are against my will and nothing seems to be working it is best to stop, call it a day and keep some brain power for plan B

difficult part will be putting this new found genius conclusion into action