關於 over cooking switch ，我們在網路上蒐集到這些相關的討論、資訊與評價

Back to back Vincent episodes😎 今晚可以連續一個鐘係電視度見到我!!📺
首先有Viu96台嘅 #TheTasteOfHometown 係7pm播出👨🏻‍🍳
然後7:30pm轉返去99台 @viutv 睇《囝囝女女730》！
煮完韓國菜之後🇰🇷就要同阿左合唱🎤 今晚好忙呀！
Lucky you, cuz you get to see me on TV tonight for a whole hour straight🥴
First, I’ll be cooking Korean food🇰🇷 with my 누나 @kimjiyeonkimchi on channel 96📺
Then, switch over to channel 99 to hear @georginayay & I sing🎶 Whew, what a busy night!

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【火鍋季節】你遇過哪些打邊爐討厭行為？

⭐一人一鍋最安全
⭐如果你有齊以下行為以後都會自己吃一鍋
#星期六放輕身心

打邊爐的討厭行為
有說在麻雀枱上可以看清一個人的品格，其實在飯枱上打邊爐亦一樣，將喜歡的食材放入鍋中煮熟就吃看似簡單，其實當中有不少需要自律的禮儀，遇上一個「唔生性」，真的令你食之無味，棄之可惜⋯⋯

．一次過將所有食材下鍋
明明只有三、四個人打邊爐，有人偏偏喜歡將整碟食材倒入鍋中「一鑊熟」，「一餅」肥牛下鍋表面熟中間生，吃到最後又會煮得過熟被嫌棄，有些食材又會煮到糊掉，完全失去「烚下烚下」的樂趣。

．洗筷子
「烚下烚下」時用公筷，食用時用另一雙私筷是衛生的做法，亦可避免用同一雙筷子處理生熟食物交叉感染，遇著一個懶換筷子、甚至喜歡啜筷子的朋友，真是叫人倒胃口。

．鴛鴦鍋不再鴛鴦
鴛鴦鍋的存在，方便同枱中有吃辣和不吃辣的朋友，清湯鍋留來灼菜亦可吃得健康，有人卻嫌麻辣鍋太辣，從麻辣鍋中挾起食物然後放入清湯鍋中「過水」，你有想過其他人的感受嗎？

．水終於滾了有人加生料
人多打邊爐，或者遇著一個火力弱的爐，下生料後等水滾需時，終於等到煮滾可以吃了，鍋蓋一開有人卻立即加一堆生料，全枱人又要呆等一輪。

．咬一口發現未熟丟回鍋中
人多打邊爐，食物生熟情況不易掌握，有人挾起食物咬一口後發現未熟，立即丟回鍋中繼續煮，除非是家人能包容你「食你口水尾」，否則以後應該無人再約你打邊爐。

．將自己碗內的湯倒入鍋中
這個行為匪夷所思，但好似又確實存在過，就是有人將自己碗內吃剩的湯汁倒入鍋中！驚嚇度達十級！你身邊有這種朋友嗎？

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Irritable behaviors during hotpot

People say we can always tell a person’s character during a game of mahjong. This also applies to hotpot sessions. Putting our favorite ingredients into the hotpot to cook does not seem complicated, but it can show how disciplined people are, as well as their manners.

It would be an undesirable experience if we come across someone who does not observe all these social etiquettes……

. Dumping all the ingredients into the hotpot in one go
Even when there are only three or four persons sharing one hotpot, certain people just love to dump all the ingredients into the hotpot and have them all cooked in one shot. While some ingredients like beef will remain not fully cooked on the inside, some are overcooked and turned mushy. Such action also takes away the joy of rinsing the ingredients little by little.

. ‘Washing’ the chopsticks in the hotpot
It is always hygienic to use a pair of sharing chopsticks for cooking the ingredients in the hotpot, and eat using our own pair of chopsticks. This can avoid any form of contamination during the process. It would be unappetizing to see someone who does not switch chopsticks - or even worse, someone who likes to bite his or her chopsticks constantly.

．Two-flavored hotpot no longer ‘two-flavored’
The two-flavored hotpot, or as the Chinese called ‘yuanyang’, caters to the needs of two group of friends – those who can and those who cannot eat spicy food, and the clear soup should also be used to blanch vegetables for healthy eating. However, when some people feel the mala soup is too spicy, they would insist on ‘rinsing it’ in the clear soup first before eating. What would the others think of this behavior?

. Someone adding raw ingredients into the hotpot when the soup is boiling
When many people share one hotpot, or when the stove is not giving enough heat, the soup will take a longer time to boil. Just when we are about to take out the cooked ingredients and eat, someone just randomly adds more raw ingredients into the soup, causing the waiting game to repeat all over again.

. Dumping uncooked ingredients back into the hotpot
It is difficult to determine whether the ingredients are fully and partially cooked, especially when it involves many people. Imagine someone taking a bite of the food, realizing it is still not fully cooked, and dumping it right back to the hotpot! Our family members might tolerate this behavior but your friends would probably think twice before inviting you to another hotpot session.

. Pouring the remaining soup in the bowl into the hotpot
This might seem unbelievable but yes, some people would actually clear the soup in their bowl out by pouring it back into the hotpot! Shock level: 10/10. Do you have such friends?

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My sister, Michelle-Ann Iking's 3% chance of conceiving naturally was a success! Here's her story:

(My apologies as I've been overwhelmed with personal matters. I've only managed to get to my desk. So finally got around posting this).

This is the story behind my sister's pregnancy struggle and how she shared her journey over her Facebook page.

Because some may have not caught her LIVE session chat with me (https://www.facebook.com/daphneiking/videos/687743128744960/) , or read her lengthy post (as it's a private page);
she's allowed me to copy and paste it over my wall, in case you need to know more about her thought process on how AND why she focused on the 3% success probability. Read on.

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Posted 10th May 2020.
FB Credit: Michelle-Ann Iking

A week ago today I celebrated becoming a mother to our second, long awaited child.

Please forgive this mother's LONG (self-indulgent) post, journalling what this significant milestone has meant for her personally, for her own fallible memory's sake as well as maybe to share one day with her son.

If all you were wondering was whether I had delivered and if mum and bub are OK, please be assured the whole KkLM family are thriving tremendously, and continue scrolling right along your Newsfeed 😁.

OUR 3% MIRACLE

All babies are miracles... and none more so than our precious Kiaen Aaryan (pronounced KEY-n AR-yen), whose name derives from Sanskrit origins meaning:

Grace of God
Spiritual
Kind
Benevolent

...words espousing the gratitude Kishore and I feel for Kiaen's arrival as our "3% miracle".

He was conceived, naturally, after 3 years of Kishore and I hoping, praying and 'endeavoring'... and only couples for whom the objective switches from pure recreation to (elusive) procreation will understand how this is less fun than it sounds ...

3 years during which time we had consensus from 3 different doctors that we, particularly I (with my advancing age etc etc) had only a 3% chance of natural conception and that our best hope for a sibling for our firstborn, Lara Anoushka, was via IVF.

Lara herself was an 'intervention baby', being one of the 20% of babies successfully conceived through the less intrusive IUI process, after a year and a half of trying naturally and already being told then my age was a debilitating factor.

We had tried another round of IUI for her sibling in 2017 when Lara was a year old. And that time we fell into the ranks of the 80% of would-be parents for whom it would be an exercise in futility... who would go home, comfort each other as best they could, while individually masking their own personal disappointment... hoping for the best, 'the next time around'...

So the improbability ratio of 97% against natural conception of our second baby, as concurred by the combined opinion of 3 medical professionals, was a very real, very daunting figure for us to have to mentally deal with.

Deep, DEEP, down in my heart however, though I had many a day of doubt... I kept a core kernel of faith that somehow, I would again experience the privilege of pregnancy, and again, have a chance at childbirth.

And so, the optimist in me would tell myself, "Well, there have to be people who fall in the 3% bucket... why shouldn't WE be part of the 3%?"

Those who know me well, understand my belief in the Law of Attraction, the philosophy of focusing your mind only on what you want to attract, not on what you don't want, and so even as Kishore and I prepared to go into significant personal debt to attempt IVF in the 2nd half of 2019, I marshalled a last ditch effort to hone in on that 3% chance of natural conception... through research coming across fertility supplements that I ordered from the US and sent to a friend in Singapore to redirect to me because the supplier would not deliver to Malaysia.

I made us as a couple take the supplements in the 3 month 'priming period' in the lead up to the IVF procedure - preconditioning our bodies for optimum results, if you will.

At the same time, I had invested in a sophisticated fertility monitor, with probes and digital sensors for daily tracking of saliva and other unmentionable fluid samples, designed to pinpoint with chemical accuracy my state of fertility on any given day.

(UPDATE: For those interested - I obtained the supplements and Ovacue Fertility Monitor from https://www.fairhavenhealth.com/. Though I had my supplies delivered to a friend in Singapore, and redirected to me here since the US site does not deliver to Malaysia, there are local distributors for these products, you will just have to research the trustworthiness of the vendors yourself...)

I had set an intention - in the 3 months of pre-IVF priming, I would consume what seemed like a pharmacy's worth of supplements, and track fertility religiously... in hopes that somehow, within the 3 month priming period, we would conceive naturally and potentially save ourselves a down payment on a new property... and this was just a projection on financial costs of IVF, not even considering the physical, emotional and mental toll it involves, with no guarantee of a baby at the end of it all...

It was a continuation of an intention embedded even with my first pregnancy, where all the big ticket baby items were consciously purchased for use by a future sibling, in gender neutral colours, in hopes that sibling would be a brother "for a balanced pair", though of course any healthy child would be a welcome blessing.

It was a very conscious determination to always skew my thoughts in service of what the end objective was. For example, when 3+year old Lara would innocently express impatience at not yet having a sibling, at one point suggesting that since we were "taking too long to give her a baby brother/sister", perhaps we should just "go buy a baby from a shop", instead of getting defensive or berating the baby that she herself was, we enlisted Lara's help to pray for her sibling... so in any place of worship, or sacred ground of any kind that we passed thereon, Lara would stop, close her eyes, bow her small head and place her tiny hands together in prayer, reciting earnestly, "Please God, please give me a baby brother or baby sister."

After months and months of watching Lara do this, in the constancy of her childlike chant, Kishore started feeling the pressure of possibly disappointing Lara if her prayer was not answered. Whereas for me, Lara's recitation of her simple wish became like a strengthening mantra, our collective intention imbued with greater power with each repetition, and the goal of a sibling kept very much in the forefront of our minds (hence our calling Lara our 'project manager' in this endeavour).

And somehow in the 2nd month of that 3 month period, a positive + sign appeared on one of the home pregnancy tests I had grown accustomed to taking - my version of the lottery tickets others keep buying in hopes of hitting the jackpot, with all the cyclical anticipation and more often than not, disappointment, that entails...

This time however I was not disappointed.

With God's Grace, (hence 'Kiaen', a variation of 'Kiaan' which means 'Grace of God'), my focus on our joining the ranks of the 3% had materialised.

It seems poetic then, that Kiaen chose to make his appearance on the 3rd May, ironically the same date that his paternal great-grandfather departed this world for the next... such that in the combined words of Kishore and his father Kai Vello Suppiah,

"The 1st generation Suppiah left on 3rd May and the 4th generation Suppiah arrived on 3rd May after 41yrs...
One leaves, another comes, the legacy lives on..."

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KIAEN AARYAN SUPPIAH'S BIRTH STORY

On Sunday 3rd May, I was 40 weeks and 5 days pregnant.

The baby was, in my mind, very UN-fashionably late past his due date of 29th April, so as much as I had willed and 'manifested' the privilege of pregnancy, to say I was keen to be done with it all was an understatement.

In the weeks leading to up to my full term, I had experienced increasingly intense Braxton-Hicks 'practice contractions' - annoying for me for the discomfort involved, stressful for Kishore who was on tenterhooks with the false alarms, on constant alert for when we would actually need to leave home for the hospital.

Having become a Hypnobirthing student and advocate from my first pregnancy with Lara, and thus being equipped with
(1) a lack of fear about childbirth in general and
(2) a basic understanding of how all the sensations I would experience fit into the big picture of my body bringing our baby closer to us,
I was less stressed - content to wait for the baby to be "fully cooked" and come out whenever he was ready... though I wouldn't have minded at all if the cooking time ended sooner, rather than later.

With Lara, I had been somewhat 'forced' into an induced labour, even though she was not yet due, and that had resulted in a 5 DAY LABOUR, a Birth Story for another post, so I was not inclined to chemically induce labour, even though I was assured that for second time mothers, it would be 'much faster and easier'...

That morning, I had a hunch *maybe* that day was the day, because in contrast to previous weeks' sensations of tightening, pressure and even spasms that were concentrated in the front of my abdomen and occasionally shot through my sides and legs, I felt period - like cramping in my lower back which I had not felt before throughout the pregnancy.

It was about 8am in the morning then, and my 'surges' were still relatively mild ('surges' being Hypnobirthing - speak for 'contractions', designed to frame them with the more positive connotations needed to counteract common language in which childbirth is presented as something that is unequivocally painful and traumatic, instead of the miraculous, powerful and natural phenomenon it actually is).

I recall (masochistically?) entertaining the thought of opting NOT to have an epidural JUST TO SEE WHAT IT WOULD BE LIKE...

I figured this would be the last time I would be pregnant and so it would be my 'last chance' to experience 'drug free labour' which, apart from the health benefits for baby and mother, might be *interesting* in a way that people who are curious about what getting a tattoo and skydiving and bungee jumping are like, might find these *interesting*...even knowing there will be pain and risk involved...

Since I have tried tattoos and skydiving (unfortunately not being able to squeeze in bungee-jumping while my life was purely my own to risk at no dependents' possible detriment) a similar curiousity about a no-epidural labour was on my mind...

In the absence of other signs of the onset of labour (like 'bloody show' or my waters breaking), I wanted to wait until the surges were coming every few minutes before we actually left the house for the hospital, not wanting to be one of those couples who rushed in too early and had interminable waits for the next stage in unfamiliar, clinical surroundings and/or were made to go home in an anti-climatic manner.

I was even calm enough through my surges to have the presence of mind to wash and blowdry my hair, knowing if I did deliver soon I would not be allowed this luxury for a while.

Around 9am I asked Kishore to prep for Lara and himself to be dressed and breakfasted so we could head to hospital soon, while I sent messages to family members on both sides informing them 'today might be the day.'

My mother, who had briefly served as a midwife before going back into general nursing and then becoming a nursing tutor, prophetically stated that if what I was experiencing was true labour, "the baby would be out by noon".

The pace in which my surges grew closer together was surprisingly quicker than I expected; and while I asked Lara to "Hurry up with breakfast" with only a tad more urgency than we normally tell her to do, little Missy being prone to dilly-dallying at meals, I probably freaked Kishore out when about 930am onwards, I had to instinctively get on my hands and knees a couple of times, eyes closed, trying to practice the Hypnobirthing breathing techniques I had revised to help along the process of my body birthing our child into the world.

I recall him saying a bit frantically as I knelt at our front door, doubled over as he waited for Lara to complete something or other, "Lara hurry up! Can't you see Mama is in so much pain and you are taking your own sweet time??!!"

SIDETRACK: Just the night before, Lara and I had watched a TV show in which a woman gave birth with the usual histrionics accompanying pop culture depictions of labour.

Lara watched the scene, transfixed.

I told her, simply and matter-of-factly, "That's what Mama has to do to get baby brother out Lara, and that's what I had to do for you also."

In most of interactions with my daughter, I have sought to equip her to face life's situations with calmness, truthful common sense, and ideally a minimum of drama.

Those who know the dramatic diva that Lara can be will know that this is a work-in-progress, but her response to me that night showed me some of my 'teachings' were sinking in:

She looked at me unfazed, "But Mama," she said. "You won't cry and scream like that lady, right? You will be BRAVE and stay calm, right?"
#nopressure.

So as we prepped to leave for the hospital I did indeed attempt to be that role model of calm for her, asking her only for her help in keeping very quiet,
"Because Mama needs to focus on bringing baby brother out and she needs quiet to concentrate...".

As we left the house at 10.11am, I texted Kishore's sister Geetha to please prep to pick up Lara from the hospital, and was grateful Kishore had the foresight to ask our gynae to prepare a letter for Geetha to show any police roadblocks between my in-laws' home in Subang Jaya and the hospital in Bangsar, this all happening under the Movement Control Order (MCO).

To Lara's credit, in the journey over to the hospital, she - probably sensing the gravity of the situation, sat very quietly in her seat at the back, and the silence was punctuated only by my occasional deep intakes of breath and some variation of my Ohmmm-like moans when the sensations were at their height.

By the time we got to Pantai Hospital at around 10.30am, my surges were strong enough I requested a wheelchair to assist me in getting to the labour ward, as I did not trust my own legs to support me... and Kishore would have to wait until Geetha had arrived to take Lara back to my in-laws' house before he himself could go up.

I slumped in the wheelchair and was wheeled up to the labour room with my eyes closed the whole time, trying to handle my surges.

I didn't even look up to see the attendant who pushed me... but did make the effort to thank him sincerely when he handed me over, with what seemed like a palpable sense of relief on his part, to the labour ward nurses.

The nurse attending me at Pantai was calm, steady and efficient. I answered some questions and changed into my labour gown while waiting for Kishore to come up, all the while managing the increasingly intense surges with my rusty Hypnobirthing breathing techniques.

By the time Kishore joined me at around 11am (I know these timings based on the timestamps of the 'WhatsApp live feed' of messages Kishore sent to his family), I was asking the nurse on duty, "How soon can I get an epidural??" thinking what crazy woman thought she could do this without drugs???!!!

The nurse checked my cervix dilation, I saw her bloodied glove indicating my mucous plug had dislodged, and she told me, "Well you are already at 7cm (which, for the uninitiated, is 70% of the way to the 10cm dilation needed for birthing), you are really doing well, if you made it this far without any drugs, if can you try and manage without it... I suspect within 2 hours or less you will deliver your baby and since it will take about that time for the anaesthesiologist to be called, epidural to be administered and kick in... it might all be for nothing... but of course the decision is completely up to you... "

So there I was, super torn, should I risk the sensations becoming worse... or risk the epidural becoming a waste?? And of course I was trying to decide this as my labour surges were coming at me stronger and stronger...

I was in such a dilemma...because as a 'recovering approval junkie' there was also a silly element of approval-seeking involved, ("The nurse thinks I can do this without drugs... maybe I CAN do this without drugs... Yay me!") mixed with that element of curiosity I mentioned earlier ("What if I actually CAN do this without drugs... plenty of other women have done it all over the world since time immemorial.. no big deal, how bad can it be...??") so then I thought I would use the financial aspect to be the 'tiebreaker' in my decision making...

I asked the nurse how much an epidural would cost and when she replied "Around MYR1.5k", I still remember Kishore's incredulous face as I asked the question, i.e."Seriously babe, you are gonna think about money right now? If you need the epidural TAKE IT, don't worry about the money!!!"... and while we are not rich by any stretch of the imagination, thankfully RM1.5k is not a quantum that made me swing towards a decision to "better save the money"...

So in the end, I guess my curiosity won out, and I turned down the epidural "just to see what it would be like and if I had it in me" (in addition of course to avoiding the side effects of any drugs introduced into my and the baby's body).

My labour occuring in the time of coronavirus, it was protocol for me to have a COVID19 test done, so the medical staff could apply the necessary precautions. I had heard from a friend Sharon Ruba that the test procedure was uncomfortable, so when the nurse came with the test kit as I was starting another surge, I asked, "Please can I just finish this surge before I do the test?" as I really didn't think I could multitask tackling multiple uncomfortable sensations in one go.

The COVID19 test involved what felt like a looong, skinny cotton bud being inserted into one nostril... I definitely felt more than a tickle as it went in and up, being told to take deep breaths by the nurse. Then she asked me to "Try to swallow" and I felt it go into my nasal cavities where I didn't think anything could go any further, but was proven wrong when she asked me to swallow again and the swab was probed even deeper. Then she warned me there would be some slight discomfort as she prepared to collect a sample... but at that point all I could think about was:

(i) I really don't have much of a choice
(ii) please let this be over before my next surge kicks in
(iii) if all the people breaking the MCO rules knew what it feels like to do this test maybe they won't put themselves at risk of the need to perform one...

In full disclosure as I was transferred into the actual delivery room at some point after 11am, another nurse offered me 'laughing gas' to ostensibly take some of the edge off... I took the self-operated breathing nozzle passed to me but don't recall it making any difference to my sensations..so didn't use it much as it seemed pretty pointless.

I recall some measure of relief when I heard my gynae Dr. Paul entering the room, greeting Kishore and me, and telling us it was going well and it wouldn't be long now and he would see us again shortly.

From my previous labour with Lara I knew the midwives pretty much take you 90% of the way through the labour and when the Dr is called in you are really at the home stretch, so was very relieved to hear his voice though knowing he would leave and come back later meant it wasn't quite over yet.

I do remember realising when I had crossed the Thinning and Opening Phase of labour to the Birthing Phase, by the change in sensations... it is still amazing to me that as the Hypnobirthing book mentioned, having this knowledge I was instinctively able to switch breathing techniques for the next stage of labour .

Was my opting against epidural the right choice for me?

Overall? Yes.

Don't get me wrong.

I *almost* regretted the decision several times during active labour... especially when I felt my body being taken over by an overwhelming compulsion to push that did not seem conscious and was accompanied by involuntary gutteral moans where I literally just thought to myself, "I surrender, God do with me what you will..." (super dramatic I know but VERY real at the time...).

I think I experienced 3-4 such natural explusive reflexes (?), rhythmically pushing the baby down the birth path, one of which was accompanied by what felt like a swoosh of water coming out of a hose with a diameter the size of a golf ball... this was when I realised my water had finally broken...

The nurses kept instructing me to do different things, to keep breathing, to move to my side, then to move to the middle, to raise my feet... and when I didn't comply, Kishore (who was with me throughout both my labours) tried to help them by repeating the instructions prefaced with "Sayang..." but I basically ignored all the intructions because I felt I had no capacity to direct any part of my body to do anything and someone else would have to physically manoeuvre that body part themselves.

When I heard Dr. Paul's voice again and the flurry of commotion surrounding his presence, I knew the time was close... and when I heard the nurse say to Kishore, "Sir, these are your gloves, for when you cut the baby's cord", it was music to my ears...

I'm very, VERY grateful Kiaen slid out after maybe the 4th of those involuntary pushes... the wave of RELIEF when he came out so quickly... it still boggles my mind that my mother was essentially right and as his birth time was 12.02pm, it was *only* about 1.5 hours between our arrival at the hospital and his arrival into the world.

Kiaen was placed on my chest for skin to skin bonding and remained there for a considerable time.

For our short stay in the hospital he would be with us in my maternity ward number C327... another trivially serendipitous sign for me because he was born on the 3rd (May) and our wedding anniversary is 27th (July).

I was discharged the following day 4th May at about 5.30pm, after I got an all clear on COVID19 and a paediatric surgeon did a small procedure on Kiaen to address a tongue-tie that would affect his breastfeeding latch... making the entire duration of our stay about 31 hours.

I have taken the time and effort to record all this down so that whenever life's challenges threaten to get me down I can remind myself, "Ignore the 97% failure probability, focus on the 3% success probability".

Also that the human condition is miraculous and it is such a privilege to experience it.

To our son Kiaen Aaryan, thank you for coming into our lives and choosing us as your parents.

Even though Papa and I are both zombies trying to settle into a night time feeding routine with you, I look forward to spending not only all future Mother's Days, but every day, with you and your Akka...

And last but not least, to my husband Kishore...without whom none of this would be possible - we did it sayang, I love you ❤️

Photo credit: Stayhome session with Samantha Yong Photography (http://samanthayong.com/)

Hello friends! Today we're going to share with you how to make a flourless chocolate cloud cake. (Richard Sax's Chocolate Cloud Cake)

This is an amazing cake, it came out perfect and very tasty. Everyone loved it. It really is the easiest, most delightfully velvety cake in the world, especially with the whipped cream! It just cannot go wrong! At least, this one is foolproof for us. 😊

Chocolate Cloud Cake uses just four ingredients – chocolate, eggs, butter, and sugar, all of them to make a crunchy-on-the-outside, airy-on-the-inside cake. Like a magic.

This cake was a classic dessert of the writer and cooking instructor Richard Sax. We cut down the sugar to make it not too sweet, and the mousse-like consistency tastes perfect. Never thought gluten free could be so yummy? Please try it. You will be so impressed by this cake. We urge all chocolate lovers to try this recipe.

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https://youtu.be/Wv0v8zpE2ew
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How to make Chocolate Cloud Cake
Here is the Chocolate Cloud Cake Recipe

☞  Pan Size: round pan, diameter is 15cm, height is 6cm

✎ Ingredients
📍For Cake
70% bittersweet chocolate 113g
unsalted butter 55g, at room temperature
egg 3 (M~L size)
granulated sugar 100g
Cointreau Orange Wine 10g

📍For Topping
whipping cream 180g
powdered sugar 15g
** cocoa powder and chocolate shavings for garnish

✎ Instructions
1. Line the bottom and side of the round pan with parchment paper.
2. Add the chocolate chips in a mixing bowl. Pour some water into the saucepan and the water not touching the bowl. Then bring the water to a boil and reduce the heat to very low.
3. Set the chocolate bowl over the simmering saucepan. When it’s melted, remove the bowl from the heat, and then let the butter melt in the warm chocolate until smooth.
4. Separate 2 eggs in two bowls, one for egg yolk, another for egg white. Add a whole egg and half amount of sugar (about 50g) into the egg yolk bowl and whisk until combined.
5. Then add the egg yolk mixture into the warm chocolate, gently and slowly whisk until mixed well. Set aside.
6. Beat the 2 egg whites for about 1 minute, then add the remaining 50g of sugar in 3 batches, beat for 30 seconds each time, then switch to very low speed to beat until glossy soft peaks (not too stiff) for 30 seconds to 1 minute.
7. Gently fold about one third of meringue into the chocolate mixture, then fold in the remaining merinque to lighten it until well combined.
8. Pour the batter into the baking pan  and bake for 18-22 minutes or until the top is puffed and cracked and the centre is no longer wobbly.
9. Let the cake cool in the pan on a rack, the middle will sink as it cools.
10. Whip the 180g of cream and 15g of powdered sugar together with a handheld mixer until soft but not stiff peaks form.
11. Fill the crater of the cake with the whipped cream, and lightly dust the top with cocoa powder. Enjoy.
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Chapter:
00:00 opening
00:31 Ingredients
01:09 preparation
01:41 make chocolate ganache
04:01 make chocolate batter
05:51 Meringue
07:06 how to make chocolate cloud cake batter and baking
09:15 deco and taste
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Hello friends! Today we're super excited to share with you how to make airy and moist chiffon cake with crème chantilly(or you can call it Chiffon pound cake too).

A chiffon cake is a very classic light cake like angel food cake, it’s airy texture and also super moist and bouncy. But this chiffon cake has a different look, we use a loaf mold to bake it, so it looks like a pound cake, then pipe delicious chantilly cream inside the cake, very easy and simple, but incredibly yummy.

About the chiffon cake, the recipe is from a famous Japanese pâtissier 津田陽子 who is base in Kyoto. Her chiffon cake recipe is made with melted butter instead of vegetable oil, she created a special method to make the cake full of buttery aroma, and also very soft. If you’re a fan of chiffon cake, don’t miss this video. :)

This is an #ASMR ver, you can check out the other version that with BGM and Voices in Chinese if you like:
https://youtu.be/eksFY0RZbLg
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How to make Fluffy Chiffon Cake with crème chantilly Recipe
Fluffy Chiffon Cake Recipe

☞ Paper Mold size: 14.5x7x5.5cm

✎ Ingredients
☞ For the cake
egg yolk 2 (room temperature)
egg white 2
granulated sugar 50g
unsalted butter 32g, cut into cubes
milk 32g
cake flour 40g
baking powder 0.8g
a pinch of salt

☞ For the filling (crème chantilly)
whipping cream 150g
powdered sugar 20g

✎ Instructions
1. Add butter cubes and milk in a small bowl, then place it in a hot water bath to warm the milk and melt the butter.
2. Crack the eggs, separate egg whites and egg yolks in two different mixing bowls.
3. Whisk the yolks until pale and thick. Set aside.
4. Beat the egg whites with an electric hand mixer on medium speed for 1 minute, then add the sugar one-third at a time, beat 30 seconds before adding the next.
5. After adding the rest of sugar, continue beating for 2.5 minutes to build volume, switch to low speed to beat for 1~1.5 minutes or until soft firm peaks.
6. Pour the melted butter and milk mixture into egg yolk mixture and mix well. Sift the flour, baking powder and a pinch of salt, mix well until glossy shine and smooth texture.
7. Take 1/3 of the meringue and use a hand whisk to mix well with egg yolk batter.
8. Gently pour the egg yolk batter into meringue, gently fold then carefully with hand whisk until combined, then use the spatula to fold them until smooth.
9. Pour the batter into the prepared pan. Preheat the oven to 170C, bake for 25 minutes.
10. Once baked, remove from the oven and turn it upside down to cool completely.
11. Pour the whipping cream into a freeze mixing bowl, add powdered sugar, and use a balloon whisk to beat until the cream thickens as soft peaks. You should have nicely whipping cream in about 2 minutes, more cream will take a bit longer. Add the whipping cream into a piping bag.
12. Using a chopstick to make a tunnel from two sides of the cake. Pipe the whipped cream into the cake. Sprinkle powdered sugar over the cake. Chill at least one hour before serving.

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Hello friends! Today we're going to share with you how to make classic meringue nuts dessert: French Dacquoise with coffee French buttercream.

Dacquoise means “ of Dax” in french, which is a small town in southwestern France. Classic dacquoise is used as a layer of a cake or sandwiched for two layers with a variety of filling. But it can also be a cookie sandwich with buttercream. This French dessert is a light meringue with a sponge texture, it’s meringue-like crisp on the outside, and moist and soft texture like cake on the inside. The flavor is amazing and delicious. It’s a must try French dessert. Hope you like this video.

This is an #ASMR ver, you can check out the other version that with BGM and Voices in Chinese if you like:
https://youtu.be/Z-F9f9WVwk4
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How to make French Dacquoise Recipe
French Dacquoise Recipe

☞ Dacquoise mold: 6 slots, 7x5x1cm for each slot, if you don’t have dacquoise mold, you can use baking rings.
☞ Yields: This recipe can make 3 sets of dacquoise sandwiches for one egg white, you can use two or three egg whites to make 6 or 9 sets as you wish.

✎ Ingredients
☞ For dacquoise
powdered sugar 10g
All purpose flour 8g
almond flour 30g
medium egg white 1, 35g
granulated sugar 20g

☞ For French coffee buttercream (Cream au beurre cafe)
instant coffee granules 1g
hot water 4g
medium egg yolk 2, 36g
granulated sugar 45g
water 20g
unsalted butter 80g, softened and cubed

✎ Instrcutions
☞ For dacquoise
1. Use a sieve to sift the almond flour, powdered sugar and all purpose flour.
2. Place the egg whites and a bit of pinch of salt in a clean and dry bowl, beat the egg white with an hand electric mixer on medium speed for 1 minute. Then add the sugar one-third at a time, beat 30 seconds before adding the next.
3. After adding the rest of sugar, continue beating for 2 more minutes, then switch to low speed to beat for 30 seconds or until stiff peaks.
4. Add one half of dry ingredients into the meringue, making sure not to mix too much. Then add the rest of dry ingredients and gently fold the mixture until just combined.
5. Attach a tip to a piping bag and transfer the dacquoise mixture to the piping bag.
6. Pipe out the batter into the dacquoise slot. Use a scraper or offset spatula to smooth the surface and remove excess batter, and then use a toothpick to dip the water and to smooth out the shape.
7. Remove the mold carefully. Lightly dust the powdered sugar over the dough for the first time, after the powdered sugar is just absorbed into the batter, dust more powdered sugar over it again. This will create a better crust on the surface.
8. Preheat the oven to 230°C, reduce to 180°C and bake for 9-10 minutes, when time’s up, leave it in the oven for 5 minutes. Remove from the oven, stay with the baking tray to cool completely.

☞ For French coffee buttercream
1. Dissolve the 1g of  instant coffee in 4g of hot water. Set aside to cool.
2. Add two egg yolks into the mixing bowl and beat until thick and pale.
3. Combine 45g sugar and 20g water in a small saucepan, heat over on med-low heat, cook until the sugar has dissolved and the syrup reaches 117°C.
4. Then immediately remove from heat and slowly drizzle the hot syrup into the bowl with the yolks, keep whisking on high speed  until all syrup is added. Switch to low speed to whisk until the mixture (pâte à bombe) is cooled down to room temperature.
5. Add in 80g of softened butter one third at a time, allowing each batch to incorporate before adding the next. Mix to smooth.
6. Add the dissolved coffee and mix well, then pipe in a piping bag.

☞ Assembly
1. Sandwich the dacquoise with the buttercream, and refrigerate until ready to serve

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