We have not had a food post in a while folks. 😉 Ramadan (I promise, this will be the last Ramadan post this year!) is just about wrapping up. Eid might (or might not) be less than 24 hours away. And boy oh boy, what a month it has been! Chaotic, stressful, insane, (pious of... Continue Reading →
Of alter egos and food battles- 3!
I think food is disgusting. It's a vile, despicable monstrosity which will one day lead to the downfall of humankind. Really! It causes sheer wastage of anywhere between 5- 6 hours of my day. Hours which could be put to great use otherwise. I could run around in circles, climb up and down the couch... Continue Reading →
Of alter egos and food battles – 2
Read part 1 here How does one fight back from the desolate depths of heinously blasphemous gluttony? Is there redemption? Can one survive the brutal onslaught of it's inner food demons? Folks, it's been a little over two weeks. Two weeks since I gave in to all my inner food monsters (The Dairy Demon, the... Continue Reading →
The last supper..
Hours 1 to 12.... The "packing expert" fits everything but the kitchen sink, into three bags. The Last Supper...Mister's choice. Will sorely miss the morning cuppa together and the gossip and ranting that goes along... A favoured breakfast at the H household!... And finally...the last meal.... More to come... Till... Continue Reading →
The Grubbie Tuesday “How Not To” Series- Puttu!
Morning, Afternoon, Evening! Get ready for a quick post with crappy pictures, folks. 'Twas a busy, busy morn. We woke up late, Lil' Z woke up early, there was a rat scare, the grated coconut was frozen solid, the internet was shifty, the baby was sleepy, traffic snarls, news from home- all in all, it... Continue Reading →
The Grubbie Tuesday “How Not To” Series- Idlis!
You know it's going to be a great day when your 6 month old finally sleeps through the night (first continuous 5 and a 1/2 hours stretch of sleep in almost a year!) and then you enter the kitchen with a perfectly soured, risen idli batter greeting you. Morning doc! Mr Batter seems to... Continue Reading →
The Grubbie Tuesday “How Not To” Series- Making Dosas!
I have to do something unthinkable this morning. I have to willingly bungle up my perfect dosa. To demonstrate to you guys, how NOT TO make dosas.No worries though. I shall happily sacrifice my ladle-full of perfectly made dosa matter, for the greater good of nouveau-cook- humankind!For those uninitiated to South Indian cuisine or cooking,... Continue Reading →
Nothing is coming! And 50th Post!!
Like Russell Peters says … “Nothing! Nothing is coming son…. Nothing…..”I’m going to make a stark and honest admission here. I have nothing to post today. I’m barely afloat. My plate is so full that I can barely hold it up, let alone eat from it! Like always, there are words galore swimming in my... Continue Reading →
Who cooks? The Wife? The Husband?
In the era of ever- blurring gender based marital- role demarcations, it does sometimes get difficult to adjudicate who does the cooking. Who is the master of the kitchen? Who dons the mantle of the chief bread- maker? Who puts grub on the table; day after day after day. And nights too! There are three... Continue Reading →
Eid at the H household!
*Warning – This will most likely be a very long post. Kindly grab a cup/mug/glass/goblet of your favourite beverage before you sit to read this. Gather some munchies as well if you wish… Enjoy! Some say they will not celebrate Eid this year…. Reasons? Well, that is their prerogative. I did give the notion some... Continue Reading →