Its been three months since I last dropped a line or a word even onto my launch pad (ya ya u wont be laughing when I win those awards one day!). Since then I have been through loads of movies, lots of new recipes, stop start diets, a bit of travelling, two grey hair and finally a brand new niece (I shall write about the sweetie in my next post).
It was quite comforting when I sneaked occassionally into Prachi's blog and saw that Mishti was still at her pottery since Prachi's last post and Anika still had the chocolate sauce all over her face when they last met at 5 spice. Things have happened in India since you know!! Khajoor even bragged how she gorged on Parsi food or Prachi acquired her first real fast toy. Prachi's blog however remained mum through all this.
Prachi's back in NY this weekend-to be directly translated as..more time on her blog and four more posts, two of them cryptic, Anika doing the pottery and Mishti snickering at me---------- AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!
Its wakie time!!
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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