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.

Pantomime Fever


Watched my first Pantomime ever. In the UK it is Christmas tradition to watch a pantomime with the whole extended family. So when my office arranged tickets for Snow White and Seven Dwarfs, I quickly booked our tickets four months in advance.

Yesterday I dragged my unsuspecting husband for the play. It was in Windsor so we drove and got lost and drove again only to reach late.

The pantomime was really good apart from the initial shock of being surrounded by only kids and their parents and the cast speaking to little suzie brown from the audience whose birthday it was. We joined the kids in screaming out boo..s when the wicked queen entered or watched aghast when we thought Snow White had died, felt dread when we heard the first few kids sobbing, cheering when snow white kissed her prince. All in all it was fun and we might even go back next year for maybe 'Jack and the bean stalk'!!!

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

hey this sounds very good. hello my name is lester...oops no tanuj...your husband seems to be a very smart guy. so many muffins sounds like a crazy experience for the poor soul. well why don't you try something more traditional...rosogollas, gulab jamuns, jalebis, malai sandwhich..this will earn you more praise from your husband i suppose. ok then ms. bug muffin, i shall visit your blog again later..

18 December 2006 at 16:34
Priyanka said...

Thank you Mr. Lester. Point taken and hence my new post on Rawa ladoos. My husband never ever complains about those though!! He can never have enough. U shud try them. Really easy.

19 December 2006 at 20:57

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