Eating the City: Busago

Busago.

More like, Busa-don’t-go.

I know I know I know.
Anyone who knows me, will tell you about how I’ve raved about the chicken Khow Suey and the beef bulgogi from Busaba.

BUT.

Allow me to clarify.

This is me reviewing Busago.
Not Busaba. They’re both two different places owned by Nikhil Chib.

However, Busago is cheaper, convenient Burmese on the go while Busaba is the relatively more expensive, more restaurant-esque place with a similar menu.

Anywho. Back to the food.

We arrived at Busago BKC, absolutely starved at around 2:30 in the afternoon.
Prompted by the menu to “YOLO it and eat dessert first”, I asked for a banoffee parfait.
And that, is when things started to go downhill.
For reals.

The parfait was the most disgusting version of a banoffee pie, actually, most disgusting version of ANY dessert I’ve ever tasted. Ever.
It was layers of crushed biscuits (not an element in a banoffee pie), followed by a layer of tacky, too sweet Milkmaid caramel (what my mother calls shortcut caramel) and a tiny bit of whipped cream on top, dotted with raw, sliced banana.
Also, the parfait was ridiculous hard. I used TWO spoons (two!!!) and still wasn’t able to carve into the rock of the third layer.
Whatever you do. Do not eat dessert at Busago.

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Our chicken momo’s arrived next, which were good. However, note that we originally asked for pork but they ran out.
Of pork.
On a Wednesday afternoon at 2:30z
IT’S LIKE THEY’RE NOT EVEN TRYING TO BE A SUCCESSFUL EATERY!

Grumble, grumble.

Next, we asked for the sticky veg rice with stir fry and a chicken curry.
Both of which were, once again, dis-gus-ting.
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The vegetarian meal was flavourless, there were too many carrots and too few mushrooms (SAVING ON EXPENSES?!) and there was absolutely no salt.
Bland bland bland.
Terrible.

The chicken was a smidgen better but not great. It was simple pan fried meat in a standard gravy with noodles. Meh.
Additionally, the texture was really, really off. The meat was ground up too fine and uh, I really don’t know if it was chicken at all.

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Oh, and the service was HORRIBLE.
The worst. Please don’t go.
Cool yourself a nice meal at home and watch some Law and Order.

If you really, really wanted to go to Busago for whatever reason, here’s a list of “safe foods”:
Beef Bulgogi (not in Maharashtra you can’t)
The Khow Suey : I didn’t order this the last time, but I do remember liking it.

That’s about it.
I haven’t eaten the Bahn Mi’s on the menu, simply because I don’t trust French Bread at Asian restaurants. Neither should you. If you want bread, go to LPQ.

Lately {poorly written with too many words}

Incase a lot of people don’t know this, my mum is professional baker.
(Which is how I was introduced to baking and grew to love it)

This is a two lined ode to my mere and has no relation to the following post whatsoever.
Eh.
I’m writing this blog post fuelled on some hideous oily dosa I force fed myself and whilst taking a break from reading Yes Please, I wish I could explain the terribly short sentences but I can’t.
I have tried to tell my brain to make normal sentences {that I nonchalantly sprinkle with BIG WORDS WITH FANCY SOUNDS} but it isn’t complying.
So for today.
Bear with me.

I’m writing this blog post, A blog post, actually, after MONTHS.
(Or weeks?)

I’ve not been too busy, i got done with my papers about two weeks ago and in my spare time, I’ve been reading books, catching up with TV shows, meeting friends (did that thrice actually LULS) (oh god I used an abbreviation ihatemyself and now I’ve used TWO brackets in a row)
and I’m going to teach a creative writing workshop for kids! Yaaay.
Today however, I’m doing nothing except rambling, just feeling around on the blog, dusting off some cobwebs.
Feels good.
I’m also working a new collaborative project with a friend of mine, but we’re getting nowhere with that.
Like most things in life.

Incase anyone wants to know.
I bought these shoes.

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Yes, that’s a picture off my instagram.
Yes, I shamelessly Instagrammed a picture of my shoes. Love me anyway.
I HOPE Y’ALL ARE KIND TO EVERYONE YOU SEE TODAY AND THAT YOU EAT A FRUIT AND NO I’M NOT YELLING.
I’ll be back.

of salt, the sea and simplicity

Hey there.

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I’m one week away from my very last HSC paper and after that, ce sera tout.

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I’ve been looking at my life for a whole now, and struggling with a lot of things.
What I’m doing, what I want to do in the future, how can I help make the earth a better place, how can I be a better human being?
All of these questions, in addition to general worry and this feeling of guilt, amongst other things, had me feeling a little down.

This weekend, we roadtripped to Aamby Valley and it’s one of the most gorgeous places I’ve ever been to me.
For me, travelling has always been therapeutic and wanderlust is basically a 365 day round maladie.
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Our cabanas were stunning, with a lovely lake view and a private pool/jacuzzi(!!!)
The “tents” were beautiful and smelt like Patchouli and Lavender, both of which help me relax.

For the weekend, I carried a book that I’ve been working through, Shantaram by Gregory David Roberts.
In the book, he talks about a lot of stuff I’ve been thinking of.
So sitting in that little pool, in the sun, listening to Vance Joy and Iron & Wine, I put a lot of things into perspective.

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I’m happiest when I’m travelling or creating or using my mind in some way that helps people.
I’m obviously someone who enjoys learning and sometimes, the pressure can get a bit too much.
I’ve been known to push harder on things that should just be simple.
And that internal pressure {or whatever}, is whats been causing all this trouble for me.

After hours of reading, the sun, tea and Joy’s crooning, I’ve settled on something that I think will help me.

Simplicity.

I tend to overthink things and complicate them more than they should be.
I read into things, I jump to conclusions, I hurry, I push, I shove, I fall.
No more.

Simplicity.

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SulaFest, panick attacks and food

Last week, I drove up to Nashik to watch one of my favourite bands play.
If you’ve been reading TBF for a while, you probably know about my favourite bands and one of them, is young the giant.

FUN NEWS. I GOT TO SEE THEM PLAY AND MET 2/5th of the band.

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Aaaaaaah.
I have no idea what I said to them.
Honestly.
The only thing I know I did for sure, is embarrass myself {which is typical, because that’s 50% of what I do every single day}, but I definitely said something vague and incredibly irrelevant, like how I had a math paper on Monday.
Speaking of papers, my HSC boards are 2 weeks away and I don’t know how I feel about that.
But that’s another post for another day.

So here’s what happened.
Turns out the band were staying at the same hotel we were.
I did not know this until much later.
Like, after I met them later.
Eh.
So.
I thought I saw Sameer {the lead} at the entrance of the hotel and freaked out a little but baaaaht, I wasn’t sure whether it was him so I just waited in my car, mentally preparing myself.
Eventually, I got out of the car and trudged into the hotel lobby but sobsob.
He was no where to be found. Dejected, I dragged myself back to my car, which my father now parked in front of this white van.
I got in and began to explain my dissapointment to him when my father said, “Uh. The van behind us says Young The Giant.”
I cried a little and with my heart in my throat, got out of the car.
Upon reaching the van, I stuck my head inside the open door, and made eye contact with Sameer { fun fact friends: eye contact = you are now best friends. Everyone knows that. Psh}
and I think I awkwardly said hi anf asked for a picture.
AFTER THAT I HAVE NO RECOLLECTION OF WHAT I SAID TO HIM OR TO JACOB WHO LATER JOINED US FOR A PHOTOGRAPH BECAUSE I WAS A LITTLE MORE THAN STARSTRUCK.
I apologise to anyone I’ve ever made fun of for fangirling.

And that’s how it happened.
I made it sound overly dramatic and like an extract from a very badly written book but friends, my hands are still shaking.

FOOD:

SulaFest had some fantastic food stalls!
There were stalls by Café Zoe, Woodside Inn and Maroosh amongst others.
We got lamb burgers from Woodside
and the most tender pulled pork sliders on brioche from the Zoe stall.
So so good.
There was the ubiquitous coupon system which personally, I think is annoying.
THE COUPONS BECOME CASH LATER ANYWAY SO WHY DON’T YOU JUST TAKE CASH IN THE FIRST PLACE.

Eh.

We also ate some delicious BBQ rub fries from Zoe which I LOVED. The served them with this incredible wasabi sauce. So good.

Apart from the incredible performance { yes, I drove all the way only to watch YTG play oh my god stop being so judgy} and the food, there were loads of pretty sunflowers and cool stalls.
I wanted to buy ALL the rock LPs but guess who doesn’t have a record player?
This gal.
Sob sob.

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Bring them baaaaaack.

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Whiskey Salted Caramel, Nutella + a Chocolate Cinnamon Layer Cake + Lately

Hi.
Let’s just talk about this cake for a while.

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It’s not the prettiest cake I’ve made in my whole, entire amateur baker life BUT
1. I made it for my parents marriage anniversary.
2. I’ve never done a fancy pants layer cake before. Or generally fancy cakes in general. I’m a bread gal.
3. It’s really, really RIDICULOUSLY yummy. I mean, it’s salty delicious caramel with a hint of whiskey and when I say salty, I mean perfectly salty. I HATE when restaurants put out salted caramel desserts and you can’t taste the saltyness so the next time you head to one of those cafès, take the name with a pinch of salt.

PUNPUNPUNPUN

Ahem.

The cakes are soft and fabulous. I’m not even joking, you could put your head on one of these babies and take a nap. So soft.

And the Nutella. Obviously. Needs to be everywhere.
Not that I’m complaining.

WHISKEY SALTED CARAMEL + NUTELLA CHOCOLATE CINNAMON LAYER CAKE

For the salted caramel:

For the cake:

2 cups all purpose flour

1 tsp baking powder

1 ½ tsp baking soda

1 tsp salt

2/3 cup cocoa powder

1 cup sugar

1/2 cup brown sugar

1/2 tsp cinnamon

2/3 cup vegetable oil

2 large eggs

1 tbsp vanilla extract (or vanilla bean paste) GOOD QUALITY GUYS!

2 cups well shaken buttermilk or one cup yoghurt (dahi is okay) and one cup milk. I personally prefer the latter.

Additionally:
1/2 cup Nutella

PROCEDURE:
Preheat the oven to 350 degrees. Butter and line two cake pans. Set aside.

In a large mixing bowl, whisk together the flour, baking powder, baking soda and salt. Sift in the cocoa powder and add the cinnamon and stir to combine.

In another bowl, blend together the oil, sugar, eggs and vanilla. Add the buttermilk/ yogurt milk mixture and stir to combine.

Pour the wet ingredients into the dry ingredients and mix until just combined. Beat till combined, my Kitchen Aid usually takes 2 minutes. The batter will be a little lumpy, but worry not. Don’t overmix.

Divide batter between your two prepared cake pans. Bake for 40 minutes, until the edges of the cakes have come away from the sides, a tester inserted through the center comes out clean and the cakes are light and springy.
Let it cool before frosting.

The caramel:
Heat the sugar in a large saucepan over medium heat. Once the sugar starts to melt, swirl the sugar on top so that it meets the liquid parts of the sugar. Do not stir.

While the sugar is melting, warm the cream and butter in a separate pan, over low heat until the butter has melted.

Once the sugar has completely melted, this should take about 10 minutes and the the sugar should have a deep amber colour, take the pan off heat.

Immediately whisk in the warm cream and butter mixture (be careful, as the hot caramel will bubble up)
If the sugar solidifies, return the pan to medium heat until the mixture is liquid again. {my sugar did actually turn into a hard lump after adding the butter-cream but it was okay after heating, so don’t worry about that}

Stir in the salt and whiskey.

Pour the mixture through a sieve and remove any remaining in dissolved bits of sugar. Let it cool.

For the buttercream:

Beat the butter, sugar and caramel till it reaches a smooth, creamy consistency.

CONSTRUCTION:

I’m no pro. {evidently}
But, here are some handy links to help you construct a pretty cake.

The layers:
I sandwiched the cake layers with the salted caramel buttercream and Nutella. On top, after applying a tough coat of the buttercream, I drizzled on the remaining caramel and topped with a few crumbled cookies to one edge.

Links:
http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=GnL6BpFzA6Q

http://www.marthastewart.com/275519/how-to-assemble-a-layer-cake/@center/276954/great-cake-recipes
Gaaaah.

Apart from that, here’s what my life has looked like lately.

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Yeah basically.
This was the highlight of my week.
Ugh exams.