Lee Lee’s Sumptuous Desserts – Durian Puffs

I don’t get it.  Why does a man have to watch practically all EPL games even if he’s just supporting one team (Liverpool FC)?  I had the misfortune of being forced to watch the Man Utd vs Arsenal game last night (we have just one TV, you see, and the internet was bonkers as usual), and I think that will probably be the last time that he’ll ever ask me to watch a game.

It was already the second half when we turned on the TV after coming back from the Celine Dion concert.

“I don’t think Cristiano Ronaldo’s that cute.”

“Well, he’s the number one pin-up boy for the gay community,” he responded with a deadpan look.

Several minutes later….

“If Manchester United’s from Manchester and Liverpool’s from Liverpool, where’s Arsenal from?”

“London lah.”

Hmmmm.  Why isn’t there a London FC then?

When Hargreaves took the free kick, the men in the “wall” didn’t look like they were interested in defending the goal.

“Why didn’t the men jump?” I asked.

“Hmmm.”

I could see that I was making him think for a bit.  This was going to be an intellectual experience for both of us, I knew.

Minutes later, I saw the ball bounce off the referee.

“What if the ball goes out?  Who gets the penalty?”

At this point, I knew that the intellectual conversation which I craved so much had ended.  He got up, went downstairs, and came back with some delicious, creamy durian puffs which I had purchased earlier from Lee Lee’s Sumptuous Desserts at The Gardens Mall.  With the durian puff in my mouth, there was no way I could do any more talking.  Mission accomplished.

Durian Puffs

Value for money – RM10 for 6 plump pieces (wrapped in thin crepes)

Durian Puffs

Filled with cream and durian pulp (Hand model – Paprika)

Lee Lee’s Sumptuous Desserts
Lot LG-K13B Lower Ground Floor
The Gardens Mall, KL.

Baking 101 – Plain Chocolate Chip Cookies

Chocolate Chip Cookies by LL

It’s virtually failproof.  That’s what Fatboybakes had said on his blog when he dedicated a recipe to me out of duress.

I had blitzed 140grams of butter with 80 grams of brown sugar. In an effort to make it my own, I had exercised some creativity in switching the brown sugar for some fragrant ground palm sugar (gula melaka).

I then added one egg and a teaspoon of McCormick’s vanilla extract (RM20 a bottle).

I felt like a pro as I saw the beautifully blended ingredients.

Easy peasy as I threw in 150 grams flour and ½ a teaspoon of baking soda. Fatboybakes’ resounding reminder of baking soda, not baking powder, kept me alert.

I had a good feeling about this. I couldn’t possibly fail.

In went 150 grams of chocolate chips. I tasted the batter. Perfect. The palm sugar had added a new dimension to the recipe. I couldn’t wait to show off to Fatboybakes. Hmmm. Perhaps I’d bring him some cookies and let him try Lyrical Lemongrass’ Luscious Lovelies, I thought to myself.

Everything went like clockwork. I had remembered to heat up the oven, and I had not spilled anything. More importantly, there was no smell of burning peanuts.

Spreading out my newly acquired Wilton Silicone Baking Mat, I spooned gobs of batter onto it, and baked the cookies at 180C for 12 minutes. Halfway through (that’s 6 minutes for those who look for precise information), I found that the cookies had SPREAD out and mated with the other cookies!

EEeeeek!! Chocolate chip cookies from Mars!

I stared at the alien-like product of my hard work. Nooooo….this cannot be my baby! Somebody switched it at the hospital!

I prodded it. It was soft. Fatboybakes had described it as one of the miracles of nature, how the cookies eventually hardened as they cooled. After staring at the cookies for a good 10 minutes, I poked it again.

Soft.

My cookies were in dire need of viagra.

Thankfully, I had enough dough for 2 more batches. My third attempt produced crisp cookies thanks to a slightly hotter oven.

Where did I go wrong? Well, firstly, my oven wasn’t hot enough, so the cookies did not retain their shape when I chucked them into the oven. But more importantly, upon doing my post-mortem with Fatboybakes bright and early on a Monday morning, I realised that I could never be the American Idol winner. In short, to quote Fatboybakes:

WHAT? YOU USED PALM SUGAR??