I can still remember my very first “photography project”. I was still living in Hamilton then, and I was asked to take photos of a friend’s son. I obliged – so that I could practice and I think I managed to churn out a few good images. Nathan was a wee little darling and now, he’s nearly seven, enrolled in Kindergarten and is a big brother to Nykko. How time flies!
Today, I tried my hand at making Embutido!
I haven’t had Embutido in ages and I’ve been missing the taste, smell, and texture of this “served-during-special-occasions-usually-during-Christmas” dish. I’ve been meaning to prepare this but haven’t had the chance to, at least until now. I decided that the sunshine, nor my so-called “fitness regime” would stop me from having Embutido for dinner TONIGHT.
No. This isn’t a travel related post. I don’t think I’ll be doing any more travelling in the near future (no funds, no leave credits) and I’m kinda not in the mood to trawl through photos of my previous trips and dig up stories from my memory box so, instead of sharing a story about a physical journey, I’m posting a little bit about my culinary journey. This post is all about my very first attempt to make Tiramisu.