A funny side-effect to food blogging is the way people perceive you and your passion for cooking. It’s never been a secret to my friends that I tend to spend a lot of time in the kitchen, these days, however, they’re inclined to overrate my daily food encounters. Can I say NO to an extravagant dish from time to time, surely not, but if push comes to shove, I’m happy to stick with easy and basic everyday recipes – which can be just as gratifying and delicious.
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Is it possible that the tiny man who is responsible for pushing the clock hands is in a rush these days? Where did the last weeks go, are we really approaching Easter weekend yet? My oh my. Maybe writing a book puts you in some sort of zombie mode, there is so much to do, so many different aspects to take care off, life outside your kitchen simply ceases to exist, vanishing behind a thick curtain. This time around, no special Easter treats like I came up with last year or some years ago. Yet I don’t want to skip all the bunny and egg festivities, hoping my latest discovery qualifies for the Easter theme, too.
Things sometimes disappear in my kitchen. Right, I’m usually quick in blaming Oliver especially for food items miraculously vanishing but my kitchen gadgets & spice collection are starting to crowd my counter tops and I guess its in the nature of things that every so often I can’t find my stuff or forget about items that are buried somewhere.
When I recently was going through my Asian spice box – I have a regular one, a sweet one and one dedicated to Asian spices – my eyes fell on a little orange plastic bag. Ahhh, right, this was in the little Indian-spice-gift-box I had received for Christmas and not seen since. Taking a closer look I found a small label on its bottom, saying cardamom. How handy! The cardamom level in my sweet spices box almost had reached rock bottom. I opened up the bag and couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow or two, with a frown on my face. Its content did neither look like cardamom, nor did it smell like it. Certainly not like the cardamom I’m actually starting to become better friends with. And where was that stench of tar and medicine coming from? Yuck. And this smoky, earthy tone? ‘Gotta go Google.
I’m probably the last one to discover black cardamom pods, but after my first and surely last impression, I come to realize that I can easily do without it them. My nose is still terrified from our encounter, or do these rather pungent pods deserve a second chance? Any ideas, suggestions, experiences?
