Posts Tagged ‘chocolate’
Homemade Desserts are Love
Posted on: 11th of March 2009 | Under: Palate Pleaser

Cooking and baking is something that I really love to do (almost at the top of my list, like art, fashion and pretty jewelry). I like spending hours in the kitchen, mixing ingredients to come up with yummy dishes. Although, for the past several months, my time in the kitchen has dwindled down greatly. My work drained my energy everyday, that I would always be too exhausted to cook whenever I’m home.

I finally resigned from work (it’s been almost two weeks), so I’ve been happily cooking meals for the past few days. We don’t have an oven in our flat, so baking my cakes, biscuits and other desserts has been something that I can only think about. I miss baking. But being oven-less hasn’t stopped me from whipping up toothsome desserts.

I made yummy chocolate-dipped strawberries twice last week:


One can never go wrong with fruits and chocolate. =)

I’m also planning to make several other no-bake desserts next week. Will share them on here as soon as I make them. XD

Anniversary Dessert
Posted on: 20th of October 2008 | Under: Palate Pleaser

What’s an anniversary date with no dessert, right? Right. So, after our dinner at Equinox Restaurant, we walked all the way to Esplanade to have our toothsome fix. The 10 minute walk (or was it 15?) did us good, because as full as we were from our belly bulging meal, we were hungry again by the time we reached our destination: Max Brenner.

Ah yes, Max Brenner: The famous dessert haven for chocolate lovers like me. With its tag line “Chocolate by the Bald Man,” I was expecting to see cleanly shaved waiters bustling from one table to another, just like back in Manila. But as soon as we entered, my excitement dwindled down to plain disappointment. What?!? No hunky bald men servers? Boo!!! Instead, the staff was composed of young waiters, in probably their early twenties, and an older guy who looked like the owner. They were all dressed casually, in their own and separate style of jeans and t-shirts, with no hint of uniformity whatsoever. We could only pick out the servers from the customers, because they were the only ones up on their feet. Other than that, it would’ve been impossible to spot them.