Picnik

So as usual my hands got itchy at 2am and I started the oven. This time it was bread and butter pudding!

I know.. Some of you reading this might think that it's an easy recipe, but I wanted to do something with a cheat sheet that I gotten off the net. It needed to be fast and delish.. I dream ever so much to set up my own little bistro that sells picnic ready goodies. When I started dating my fiancé we regularly dated over night picnics. I would rush home from work and start a war in the kitchen. Anything from potato salads to blueberry muffins and even chicken soup (when he had the sniffles) made it to my basket. And he would pick me up at 8pm to drive us up to the barrage for a picnic. My mom, bless her, she didn't know of his existence till he properly asked for my hand in marriage. 

Even up till then I tried my very best to bring him out of his shell. My love, he's a shy one.. Completely opposite of my crazy demeanor. I love to feed him with as much food as possible; looking at his eyes wide-eyed with delight wolfing down the food I made heartily. Oh how I missed those times..

Yes we both love our food. There's nothing that makes us happier than love and a full tummy. 

But sadly once I've switched to another company, these picnic nights have taken a back seat due to my irregular hours. But I surely didn't stop baking. It usually happens when I'm a bit stressed out. Baking calms me down. And I feel very attached to it as it reminded me of the happy times when fiancé and I dated. Therefore I wanted my bistro so badly. It's a reminder to what I have with him. I'll call my bistro Picnik. It's simple and straight to the point. I'd love to have trays of savoury muffins filled with bacon and cheese that I'm so famous for amongst my friends, wraps of sandwiches and desserts for the finale. Even so picnics are usually fuss-free in terms of concept, I feel that an ounce of class and elegance should be presented. Imagine a tartan spread with plates of tapas and sodas. It sure beats the drive through takeaways!

Sadly to survive in Singapore is a killer. Land is scarce and rental for this dream of mine is bound to be gastronomically horrendous. Maybe in due time, I'll get my dream. But for now I'm happy enough to bake in my kitchen at 2am.