How to make an easy, fool-proof profiterole recipe (cream puffs). Serve each profiterole with ice cream and chocolate sauce. Classy and delicious!
I know; it’s been quite a while, but I come bearing a profiteroles recipe! My favorite ballpoint pen, the one I always seem to go to when I want to jot-down my thoughts for this little corner of the web, dried out after sitting for so long, requiring scrawling encouragement on the corner of the page. Coming back is both relieving and petrifying at the same time. It’s like opening a door with hinges that have rusted over– it’s not only difficult to push open, but the bone-chilling shriek of the heavy metal portal sends shivers through my entire being.
My very long absence was both intended and unintended. I’ve received many emails and messages asking about where I am. Explaining all that has occurred over these several months will be quite difficult because a lot has happened. Some of it good and some of it tear-inducing, to say the least.
You know, writing a cookbook has kept me on my toes when it comes to writing; however, I’m a little unsure of where to begin. It’s difficult to condense so many months into a few pages and to talk about profiteroles. During my lengthy vanish, I’ve experienced a lot– confusion, love, loss of love, and battles with life that will always be remembered. But I guess that’s life, isn’t it? Life is about experiencing all of these things and more. And if you haven’t experienced such things, you’re not living. And living is so important. Things like profiteroles help us get through life, though.
Over the past several months, I’ve sat down to write this entry more times than I can honestly remember. And during each occasion, I immediately poured my feelings onto the page at a rate comparable to that of any deafening cataract. For some reason, I’ve always felt it’s necessary for me to keep my prose somewhat jovial on this blog. I mean, I like to wax and wane poetic about cakes and now: profiteroles.After all, I call this my “happy place.” Or I like to think of it as such, anyway.
However, a friend reminded me several months ago that sometimes, “we just need to let it out.” Who knew that what started off as an “I doubt anyone is going to notice this, but I just need a happy place” sort of blog, has turned into something visited by more than just my best friends, where I pour out my feelings for the entire world to see? I guess it’s only natural for these things to happen eventually, or maybe it only is for me . . .
So, what’s happened? A lot, to say the least, and I’ll probably be scatter-brained and emotional by the time I finish writing this and get to the profiteroles. However, please stick with me!
During June of last year, I celebrated my birthday; it was far from lovely, but I learned that a bad day doesn’t mean the rest of my year– or my life, for that matter– should be sucky. The beginning of July seemed to make up for my iffy birthday experience; a couple weeks in July were spent with my aunt and uncle. July involved some retail therapy, thankfully so. I shopped at a food store run by Mennonites located in the middle-of-nowhere in Pennsylvania; the tiny shop has various sections– a deli, a restaurant, a general grocery store, a candy shop, and a bakery (sans profiteroles, sadly). The baked goods, though simple and homey– were some of the best I’d had in a long time, outside of my own kitchen. The rest of July was spent swimming, visiting tiny speciality shops, running around on a boat, and picnicking. I thought July made-up for the so-so previous month, but during the third week of July, I received news that flipped my entire world upside-down.
It was nearing midnight, I’d gone for a long run, and after coming back, I saw four missed calls on my phone. It was from my father. I knew something was wrong, so I went back outside and tried to remain optimistic. One ring was all all it took for my dad to pick up the phone. “Son,” he said he said with a soft spoken sorrow in his voice.
“Dad, what’s wrong?”
He took a deep, timid breath. “A- has cancer”
I was speechless; I fell to the ground gasping for air. Those words were a strong blow to the stomach.
“Dad, please tell me you’re lying. Please!”
“It’s stage four.”
A huge flow of tears followed. We listened to each other cry over the phone, we screamed “Oh God, please!” We wished it away, questioned God, and we cried for our loved one. After an hour, we hung up; I had to gather myself, stop crying, and make sense of it all.
My 19-year-old cousin, my partner in crime, the person I thought of as my little brother, was in a battle for his life. A battle that very few win. According to science, he was losing. The next day, more bad news followed. It was as if the universe couldn’t have planned it more perfectly (and I say this with every sarcastic bone in my body). “Grandma’s in the hospital, and she needs surgery.”
Both sides of my family were struck with emotional chaos, and all I could do was go with it. I had to press pause on everything, and sort through and make sense of it all.
My grandmother was in need of emergency surgery– surgery that, at her age, could leave her lifeless on the operating table. My cousin was in need of support; that and prayer was all our helpless family could give him. His team of doctors were confident that with emotional support, a few surgeries, and several sessions of chemotherapy and radiation, he’d make it through the fight for his life: stage four Hodgkin’s Lymphoma.
A couple months passed; my grandmother’s surgery went well– she received a couple months of therapy and she’s been her normal self ever since. My cousin was still sick, but he was fighting. And in the midst of the chaos, all I could do was wonder how my aunt was getting through all of this. Each time I thought about it, I was an emotional wreck, yet she kept holding A-’s hand and fought this battle with him.
After several chemotherapy sessions, after infection battling, after countless surgeries, after head shaving, and after experiencing more pain than anyone would wish onto another person, he’s ended chemotherapy and finished radiation. He’s fought a battle that has left me inspired, puzzled, and left me with a lesson about life: that life is truly precious, and that love is our strongest weapon in any battle. Those long, dreadful months of constantly battling with life allowed me to mature in so many ways. I learned that you discover a person’s true colors in the midst of chaos. I learned that love, despite being so simple to pronounce and spell, is powerful– it can heal. I learned that sometimes a long cry whilst being embraced by a loved one is one of the greatest things to experience. Emotional pain is never fun to experience, but the love that follows to heal such pains is so pleasing that there aren’t any words to properly describe it. After a long rain fall, comes life– warm sunlight, bunnies hopping through endless fields of green, smiles, and lots and lots of “I love you”’s.
I know that if you’re still reading, you agree with me or you resent every word I’ve shared. Some of you might’ve rolled your eyes here-and-there, and others may have nodded; I can only speak for myself and tell you that I am a firm believer that love, in all of its forms: a long embrace, a kiss, a conversation– whatever it might be– is strong. It can help us get through life, especially when we’re stuck in a whirlwind of unfortunate events. Fast-forwarding through being featured in a spotlight on The Cooking Channel, a move during the Springtime, and finishing the manuscript and photos for Hand Made (more on that in another post), I also found love sometime earlier this year. Or, at least I thought I did.
After taking a trip to the UK in October, and arriving back sick, reality hit me with a hard blow. It felt as if my heart was taken out of my chest and stamped on in front of me. I felt like love was a hoax that love is some cruel scheme from the heavens created to drive humanity mad. I was beside myself in these moments; I locked myself in my bedroom and tried so desperately to wake myself up from this nightmare. I kept saying, “it’s just a bad dream, all you have to do is open your eyes, and everything will be okay.” It wasn’t. Reality hit me so hard in the stomach that I remained motionless, shocked, and out of breath. I felt empty belly-less profiteroles.
I’m still here, and my breathing went back to normal– whatever that is. It’s been a few weeks since my break-up and I’m still hurting. The wounds on my heart are still fresh and I keep thinking about the multiple definitions of love and if it really does exist, or if it’s really is all a hoax. For someone like me who isn’t used to saying, “I love you” so easily to a person, it feels like I was betrayed by the one thing that I thought that was so perfect. But after a lot of pondering and several pints of Ben & Jerry’s Chunky Monkey ice cream, I realized that love is like life– it’s not perfect and it gives and takes from all of us; it’s just not been my time yet, I guess. What’s funny is that the thing that I thought betrayed me, was around all this time. Love was around; I just wasn’t looking at the big picture. My best friends and my sister have constantly been around to make sure all is well– they’ve been my ears when I need to read poems that I’ve written during moments when I feel countless emotions rush through my entire being. They’ve been there to hug me and remind me to stay strong– to not let the closing to this chapter of my life bring me down. They’ve been around to remind me that love does exist and that I will eventually find it, and that when I look back on all the poems and journal entries that I’ve written about these moments in time, I’ll be able to tell myself, once I’ve found love, “all is well now, the fight is over.”These past few weeks, I’ve sulked and cried my heart out and then forced myself to be productive and get things done– putting my emotions and feelings on the back burner for however many hours I needed daily. It might be considered both a healthy and unhealthy thing to do– to forget about one’s emotions, but I was a hot mess (for a lack of a better term). Cooking and baking have been my saving grace. These profiteroles are a saving grace.
I keep reminding myself that writing it all down is a good way of expressing myself and trying to make sense of it all. I’ve also learned that I need to accept that sometimes the opera arias of one’s life are meant to come to a stop in order for a new one to be heard. There’s no telling what fate has in store, and when this new aria will commence, but when it does, I know this much: the opera house will be booming with the sweetest song, and I’ll be listening for it in the meantime.
I’m almost two-thousand words into this and I’m realizing your eyes are probably as tired as my fingers, so I’ll spare us all for now because we can still catch-up in the near future (we have profiteroles to talk about). If you’re in the same position I’m in, or if it’s been a day or week after your break-up, or if you’re a couple months past your break-up and you’re still feeling the heartbreak, just remember to breathe– we often for get to do this–and surround yourself with positivity. Call up your best friends, go out to eat, go for long walks and let the cold of winter shock you back to life. All will be okay, I promise. Remember: love will heal what is broken. It will take time, you and know this, but in the meantime, don’t mistreat yourself– love yourself with all your might and remind yourself that you’re amazing, because you are.
And if all else fails, go into the kitchen and make these Profiteroles (cream puffs). Just keep in mind that the chocolate fudge sauce shouldn’t be left out– it’ll assist in the healing process; trust me, I know these things. As for the ice cream, that, of course, is of the greatest necessity to sandwich in between profiteroles pastry. Use your favorite one. The homemade kind is fantastic; however, I refrain from a lot of homemaking during these times (and I’m sure you do too), so I stick with good ol’ Ben & Jerry’s or any of the good stuff that’s on sale in the supermarket.
Take care, dear friend!
Rachael @ Set the TableDecember 4, 2013 at 1:59 am
Kam, I’m so happy to see you back I’m this space. And thank you for opening yourself up and sharing what I’m sure were some very painful memories to relive. Life can seem so confusing when you have amazing opportunities knocking at your door along with crisis situations that seem to suck all your energy out of your body. I understand. I so understand. All that aside, I’m so happy to see my blogging buddy back in action. Sending LOVE to you, dear friend.
MeganDecember 4, 2013 at 4:51 am
I was so happy to see your blog entry… and so very sad to hear all you’ve been through. For all the pain and suffering it looks like you and your family are coming through it all, such good news.
Deepa@onesmallpotDecember 4, 2013 at 6:46 am
I am so sorry you’ve been through so much. And I am in awe of your maturity and ability to write about all of this so eloquently. I find myself completely mentally blocked when I am going through something difficult, and unable to write anything more that the most frivolous of posts. But you seem to express yourself beautifully.
I hope things get better for you soon, and with such a positive attitude, happiness is bound to come.
Katrina @ Warm Vanilla SugarDecember 4, 2013 at 7:23 am
These are so pretty! And look awesome. Love it!
Jen @ Savory SimpleDecember 4, 2013 at 8:39 am
I squealed when I saw an email from your blog in my inbox this morning. It has been an eternity since I’ve read a real update here though I feel like I somehow still know you from instagram, Twitter and Facebook. I am so sorry things have been so difficult. I’ve been through times like this in my life and all I can say is that there is a light at the end of the tunnel and things will get better soon. My thoughts are with you, A, your grandmother and the rest of your family. <3
KristenDecember 4, 2013 at 8:48 am
Oh friend, what an emotional time it has been…
I’ve been through everything you’ve gone through and have felt that feeling of a deflated heart and questioning love so hard… but like you are and will, you’ll persevere. I promise. And you’ll be better because of it. In fact, I would not do a single thing over, even though my heart was ripped to pieces.
Praying for your family – and for you, my friend. There is someone out there who will love you for you and will respect you for you and who will amaze you beyond what you ever thought possible. I promise.
christelle is flabbergastingDecember 4, 2013 at 8:51 am
Your post is so moving, Kamran. You’ve been through a lot this year and do not have to worry to “have disappear” from this space for a time. It’s normal. It’s life, as you said. You had to be surrounded with your family.
We always want our blogs to be/ remain “happy spaces”, but from time to time, life remembers us that such kind of space don’t exist in real life… and a blog is a reflect of our life!
You remind me this morning that even in the moments of chaos, we have to remain strong and see the light at the end of the tunnel (I may sound silly but whatever…). Stay positive and eat chocolate! I send you loads of good vibes coated with delicious maple syrup from Québec ;)… and thank you for such great piece of blogging!
VickyDecember 4, 2013 at 9:22 am
welcome back – I’ve missed you!!
CarolineDecember 4, 2013 at 9:35 am
I’m so happy to have found your blog! These photos are so lovely and make me want to jump into the kitchen right now and start making profiteroles! ;) I love them dearly…but, I’m pinning this to make later…or I’ll eat them all myself…in one sitting!
sarahDecember 4, 2013 at 10:56 am
So glad to see you back Kamran! And I’m so sorry things have been so rough. I’ve been learning the same lesson over and over: life is so bittersweet. But there is beauty in it, and I agree that love gets us through, gives us life. So much love to you! Here’s to a peaceful 2014.
John ProseDecember 4, 2013 at 11:22 am
Good to hear from you. You’ve laid bare your raw emotions in a healthy way identifying how love heals and at times hurts. It hurts to love and not feel that love returned. Life seems like it will last forever until a person survives and experiences a devastating interruption. Many are given a second chance, like Lazarus in the Gospel. Journaling has enabled you to do many things with your life. You have chosen to put yourself “out there” and since you began you have shared the love of your family and friends, your own fragile (at times) emotions and experiences, and have become a wonderful mentor to all who read your words. And Kam your passion for food and life is wonderfully refreshing. Thank you for sharing your time, your talents and joy of life. I so look forward to reading about your recipes and life, and will enjoy making profiteroles.
AizaDecember 4, 2013 at 11:39 am
I can only imagine your pain. And I don’t have the strength to say much but one thing I know is that blogging helps you heal. Don’t give up.
angela@spinachtigerDecember 4, 2013 at 12:12 pm
I get it. I do. I’ve been in those dark places and I have friends going through those things now. Welcome back. This is where you belong, no matter what else you do. This is the story behind the story! And one day, really truly, that right love will come along. For now food never lets us down.
AlejandraDecember 4, 2013 at 2:34 pm
So happy to see you back here sharing. Whether happy or sad, it’s the words and honesty that matters–thank you for letting us a little into your world. The photos and recipe are (as always) beautiful. I look forward to more posts. My thoughts and love are with you and your family. xx
IzyDecember 4, 2013 at 3:07 pm
I’m so thrilled you’re back, Kamran. Your hiatus from blogging was completely normal, given what you and your family must’ve been going through, which I am so sorry to hear about. But I’m glad things are getting better! I’m looking forward to reading more of your beautiful posts and seeing more of your amazing photography
Erica Lea | Buttered Side UpDecember 4, 2013 at 4:14 pm
You know, I often times think that my struggles are so great. Then I read what others have gone through, and I realize how good I have it. Thank you for the wake up call, Kam. I can’t imagine the heartache of what you went through in such a short space of time. Counting my blessing today. :) And you gave me a serious chocolate craving. :D
DavidDecember 4, 2013 at 4:44 pm
It is so good to see you back. Sorry to hear that you’ve been through so much hardship in such a short time. You are certainly due some good times ahead.
If relationships came with instructions they would read, “Open. Trust. Fall. Repeat 1-3 until true love catches you.”
lyndsay // coco cake landDecember 4, 2013 at 6:00 pm
kam, oh man what a year it’s been. so sorry to hear it. but you are surviving. and creating beautiful things. hang in there. xo
Jade Sheldon-BurnsedDecember 4, 2013 at 7:04 pm
So much love for you & for this post. There is so much sorrow in this world and I do truly believe love is the only thing that can possible heal that sorrow. I’ve been in that place you’ve been: heart broken while trying to overcome tragic, life altering events. It’s a dark place… one that you think you can’t possibly escape. And each day we are forced to keep going which seems so ridiculously unfair. Just know that you inspire me and I am rooting for you…
MhaiS21December 4, 2013 at 10:23 pm
Kisses and hugs from the Philippines Kam. All of us have personal obstacles to go through. Just like you, a series of events hit me hard as well. First, my mom got hospitalized, and then work is suffocating me.. then Typhoon Haiyan hit my country. It was a devastating few months. But the important thing is to get up and get moving.
It’s good to know that you’re back…
KateDecember 5, 2013 at 1:27 am
Yay! you’re back!!! I’ve missed you =)
Thank you for sharing your story. I can really relate. Love is what’s holding me to life right now. You’ll be in my prayers, friend.
Natalie @ Obsessive Cooking DisorderDecember 5, 2013 at 11:13 am
I stumbled on your blog during your haitus, so glad to have you back. Sorry about all your ups and downs, and thank you for sharing them beautifully in your post
MariahDecember 5, 2013 at 1:21 pm
Oh Kam! I am still wiping my tears because this was such an emotional and beautifully written piece. Like I said before: you amaze me. continue the excellent work, stay positive and eat well. Sending you a lot of e-hugs!
naomiDecember 5, 2013 at 4:06 pm
Welcome back. You were deeply missed, but you haven’t missed a beat. I love this long and very honest post – so touching. Hugs to you and your family for all that you have shared.
And of course delicious profiteroles.
MollyDecember 6, 2013 at 1:04 am
Your writing is beautiful. A kind of love, in and of itself. Chin up, friend! You’re awesome.
BakeDecember 8, 2013 at 7:03 am
Welcome back – we’ve missed you! Sending love to you and your family. xoxo
SDecember 8, 2013 at 6:32 pm
I have been a silent follower of your blog for a few years now (thanks to a mention from Prerna – a good friend), and I had to write something this time. You’re a strong person, and your words resonated with me. I am sorry to hear about everything you have been through. Beautiful post – and buon coraggio, Kam.
Kiran @ KiranTarun.comDecember 19, 2013 at 2:18 pm
Oh Kam. My thoughts, prayers and well wishes are with you, A, your grandmother and the family during these trying times.
ReemJanuary 2, 2014 at 7:46 am
Life and Love both can be ruthlessly hard sometimes; But never give up on them…
And always remember that there is someone up there listening to our prayers…
I hope this New Year brings happiness and peace for you and your family…
BobMarch 15, 2016 at 2:22 pm
Well said. Well written. You are growing into an experienced human being. Its a hard thing to do. But, things do get better. and one day you will, I am sure, look back on the loves of your life and wonder why they affected you so. I know I did, and wish I had understood things better back then.
SamMarch 18, 2016 at 4:32 pm
A big internet hug sent through to you, A, your grandma, and your family!!
PriyankaApril 29, 2016 at 9:22 pm
Prayers my friend, from a well-wisher in Trinidad!