What started as a simple christmas tree with lights and tinsel in the finance area led to competitions of sorts within the whole company!!
The IT Pod came up with byte sized snow flakes in florescent colours. The Marketing team being the 'Marketing team' decorated each of its pods differently. The top competition was between the Skin care team and the Beauty team. Skin Care theme was 'Winter wonderland' with lots of silver and white tinsel, a silver curtain and complete with a silver carpet. The Beauty team collected all the plants around office (cheeky buggers) and put them into their pod,threw in a bit of green tinsel, long twirly tailed paper monkeys and bang its a jungle book themed christmas.
The last day in office before christmas was fun and involved little or no work. We dared to borrow speakers and had christmas carols playing all day hoping the M.D wouldnt intervene in true Christmas spirit. We collected a couple of quid from everybody and I went with Mike to the local Waitrose where we quickly filled our trolley with hot and cold ready made snacks for our Christmas buffet.
Oh what a spread it was with hot roasted chicken, cold honey flavoured ham slices, baguettes, cheese, cheesy titbits, dips and hummuous, cocktail sausages, scotch eggs, bacon rolls, chocolates, Marks & Spencers assorted cakes and lots of fizzy pops.
Prologue
One day when I get famous and need fillers for my book, I might give this more thought ..... for now this will do.
I claim to be no expert at either travelling or cooking or the random things I write about...
But I would like to collate all my good memories (and efforts) into this space for reminiscing on those grey rainy days...
What Blog its more of a 'Brag'!!
My Thank You Speech..........
I was introduced to cooking in the early years of my life by my Aayi while I sat at the kitchen dining table while she mixed spices and vegetables to create those sumptuous dishes. My brain took in what I did not intend to learn.
My Aayi is a fantastic cook. Each day I woke up to a sit down breakfast of Idlis, Dosas, Upma, Dodak, Usli and the likes. A far cry compared to the ‘eat while you dress’ cereal we make do with these days. Any efforts Aayi made of training me in the kitchen went futile. It is hence ironic that Aayi, ‘my first teacher’ is still to taste anything cooked by my hand.
My hard core cooking days started only when I moved to UK with my husband a few years ago. My husband, like a true martyr, suffered through my numerous cooking expeditions. His encouragement, fulsome praise where due and frank critical review drives me to try something new each week. It is to these two people that I owe whatever little cooking I know or strive to know today.
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