I have been cooking since a very young age and have been reading cookbooks since a very young age. They represent to me something familiar from my childhood and also experimentation. I used to experiment, and still do experiment, in the kitchen. Particularly in the sweet side of cooking. Desserts that is.
Cooking desserts was something that was not done in my family, except for special occasions, like birthdays, christmas, and the likes. My parents were much more into savory stuff. I on the other hand had a sweet tooth. So much so, that I began going through cookbooks looking for desserts to make. There are a few books out there that I have at least tried to make all the the dessert recipes out of. If I never attempted to make some recipe, it was because I did not have the ingredients.
I made tarts, cakes, buns, home made sweets, cinnamon rolls, you name it. And very often I was very successful with the recipes. That is because I learnt to read recipes carefully and to follow them. If I did not read and follow the carefully, I realized, the outcome would not be that awesome. I liked awesome. There was one time though, when things did not go as planned. It was the time I burnt down the kitchen.
Yes, I burnt down the kitchen. I was making this Finnish delicacy called kookospallot. It translates to coconut balls. I was home alone, with nothing to do. What would I do? What could I do? Should I go out and hang out there, maybe a friend of mine is out there? No, I know I will make a dessert that involves melting hot coconut fat. What could happen? I probably thought to myself. I do not remember anymore. Actually I do not think I thought of anything except getting some sweet things to eat.
So, onto the pan I measured coconut fat. Not the stuff you can find in health department these days, but the stuff you use for deep frying. Switch on the heat and then wait for it to melt. The thing is waiting is something I have never been that good at. I waited a while and then my thoughts drifted and went to watch some tv. Not the only mistake I made that day.
The second mistake, which is the one that lead to kitchen burning down came next. A friend of mine came to ring the doorbell, to ask me to come to his house to play. I said ofcourse. I did not even have to take a jacket with me, because he lived in the same building, one floor down. Did the kookospallot even cross my mind? The answer is no.
There I am playing in his room. Having a great time. The doorbell rings. I hear some noises in the hallway. My mother comes in the room, eyes wide open. She sees me and starts asking me what have I done? Why are you not at home? I am completely surprised. On the way upstairs, I remember the coconut balls. I can still feel the feeling in my stomach. Is this smoke coming from my house?
The pan had gotten very hot. So hot it had melted the rice cooker onto the stove. Plastic had caught fire and black smoke fill the kitchen. Me, frozen in my place, not being able to do anything. My mother had gotten home in time for not the whole building to burn down. She was not very happy. Let us just leave it at that.
After that experience, I am glad to say one thing. Even though I burnt down my kitchen. I still have a thing for cookbooks and my sweet tooth is alive and kicking. Except nowadays it has some fixed up cavities.
Here is the infamous recipe of the Coconut Balls that burnt down my Kitchen. Now that I read it, it not something I would go for these days, but exactly what I imagine me as a child going for. That is why I decided to update it a little bit. Instead of coconut fat, I chose coconut oil. The powdered sugar that was in the old recipe, was replaced by vegan sugar. The vanilla sugar, which is usually not real vanilla at all, was replaced by actual vanilla.
The Coconut Balls that Burnt down my Kitchen
100 g coconut oil
3 dl oat flakes
1 dl coconut flakes
1 dl vegan sugar
1 Tbsp cinnamon powder
2 Tbsp cocoa powder
1 Tbsp water