Recipe: Salted Caramel Baklava Recipe »
Now that I've finally learned to drive, Mr NQN has turned his hand to improving another area of my skills that is lacking: riding a bike. I reluctantly agreed only because it really does stand in the way of some opportunities. I was in Bangkok recently and wasn't able to completely participate in a bike ride and I hated the kerfuffle that had to me made around me so that I could join in. So after about 14 years of trying to persuasion, I finally agreed that I should perhaps, just maybe, learn how to ride a bike.
I had to get the smallest adult's sized bike available (the other choice was a kid's bike and I will admit that I looked at the rainbow streamers with some wistfulness) and the man at the bike shop adjusted it for me. If I ever felt small I felt absolutely tiny sitting perched atop this bike and I wondered what people less than 5 feet tall do when they try and learn how to ride. We discussed methods and tips and I said that I'd like to wear not just a helmet and gloves but an entire suit made of those sealed air packets that you get for shipping delicate items in the post. I'd need two layers of sealed air, one to cushion the impact and one to cushion me and it actually sounded like the most pleasant way to learn how to ride a bike. Longtime readers will know that the reason why I was so reluctant was because an ex boyfriend decided to have me learn on his bike which was for a 6 foot 2 tall person where my feet were over a foot from touching the ground and I learned in a dark concrete car park late at night. I still have the scar on my chin from that incident.
Mr NQN is an excellent teacher as well as being patient which is an enormous help. We practised in Centennial Park and he asked if I would like to try it near the lake.
"Oh no thank you, there are reeds and a lake and I'll fall in!"
"But the reeds are soft and they will cushion your fall."
"But but but....the leeches!!" I shrieked, because when all else fails, bring up your biggest fear, leeches.
I put the helmet and gloves on in a quiet area with a gentle hill, got on the bike and Mr NQN promised that he wouldn't let go. It wasn't a pretty start, something inside me went a bit haywire and my inner Rainman came out and I'd yell out things like "Pine cone!! Big Branch! Huge Branch!! Too fast too fast too fast too fast!!!" all in rapid fire commands which only served to embarrass me further by drawing attention to my efforts. After about half a hour, I finally managed to get the hang of steering but I started getting a bit sore so we decided to call it a day. Mr NQN thought that it was a successful first try (and we're just not calling the carpark attempt because it was over in about 60 seconds between when I got on that bike and when I hit the concrete bar).
I still remember the first time I tried making baklava. It was less stressful but not entirely so. I'm more comfortable in a kitchen than in open plains or among nature but this was not your ordinary kitchen. It was a single man's kitchen. Mr NQN's kitchen was furnished with plates, cutlery and tools from previous flatmates. There seemed no shortage of turners but naturally there was no pastry brush.
Undeterred and mainly fueled by greed at wanting to eat a big tray of baklava, I improvised a pastry brush by rolling up some baking paper and cutting little streamers to simulate brush bristles. This worked somewhat for some of it and by the end, I had something like baklava. I'm glad to report that unlike the bike riding, I have improved on baklava making and now it's one of the go to items that I like to make for a crowd as it makes such a vast quantity.
I wanted to make a variation for a recent dinner party we were invited to so remembering that many people find baklava very sweet, sometimes too sweet (whereas I can eat six pieces!) I thought I'd balance the baklava with salted caramel instead of regular caramel. What resulted was in a baklava that disappeared within a flash, each piece was nutty, buttery and with just the right amount of salt balancing the sweet caramel. If I can make a promise it's that this is definitely worth making although I can't promise that riding a bike is easy... ;)
So tell me Dear Reader, what is one skill that you've yet to master? And can you ride a bike? And are you a salted caramel fan?
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