In my childhood, I had seen Ma make a potato curry, usually for breakfasts, that would be a little sour, a little sweet and had the light spice of the fresh green chilli. She would serve it with either parathas or luchis.
But on most times we would eat it with the Chakuli pitha .... just like Odiyas did.
One of my Kakus / uncle, who was staying with us for a while due to office work loved
When I posted a picture of our lunch plate of the Chole Bhatore, a couple of days back on Instagram, like I usually do, and wrote that I intend to make a post on it too sometime but if anybody wants to try it immediately, they can send me a DM, I had no idea that I would get so many messages almost immediately. I had no good pictures except for the one that I clicked with my phone for insta
It has been raining heavily every evening or night for the last few days.
The days are hot and stuffy, with humidity building up till becomes almost difficult to breathe, by late afternoon. And then the clouds start to gather at one end of the sky.
Soon it becomes windy, hastening the yellow leaves to fall off the trees a little more early.
And then comes the downpour.
Reminds me of my
I was out of the country last year , vacationing in the US of A, so had
huge plans for Durga puja this year. But as luck would have it, all my
plans went up in the air as an accident rendered me immobile. Not only were the muscles of my hands, shoulder and upper back damaged, as well as the wrists, but also I ended up with a huge cut across my
face, nose and chin. Not to mention the
It is that time of the year. Again.When the sun is out finally after the rains have withdrawn for good. When the mornings start with a slight nip in the air and then the afternoons turn fiercely hot. When the smell of festive times is all over in the air. When you know Ganeshotsav and then Durga puja is just around the corner. When you remember the smell of sun soaked clothes and mattresses
With the days going by in a whirlwind, I did not get much time to dedicate to and do justice to the beautiful Ilish that I got this time. Most of it I enjoyed just plain fried. A tauk once, a chanchra (post coming up soon ) with my homegrown Pui leaves another .... that's all. And then, I found this lyaja/ tail with the muro / head in the freezer. While the muro went into the chanchra , I was
This chicken soup is my saviour every time I am down with the flu or a strep throat.
There is not a single time when I did not find ease and or recover almost instantly after eating it.
And yet, to my surprise, I have never blogged about it.
the weather is playing havoc with everybody's health right now, and
since I have been ill and weak for quite sometime now, all I am having
During long vacations in my childhood, we would go over to Dadu's house and spend the days there.
But when there were short holidays, some part of the family would come over to our place.
Some part because fitting in the whole family together was possible only in Dadu's huge house.
We stayed an hour away, on the hills, where Bapi had his factory.
So at times, some cousins and kakus and
The phone came at sharp 12 o'clock in the noon. That one phone call that I look forward to every year. As soon as the monsoons start.
That one phone call that spells happiness for me. Happiness that lasts me for almost a whole year.
"Madam, ek piece mila hai, 1 kg tak, anda bhi hai".... said my fishmonger. "Le lo".... I croaked. My fishmonger calls me from the main market as soon as he sees a
My love story with the rains and Pune's weather during the monsoons is now jinxed for ever.
Or so it seems.
For the past few years, all that I got was loss, during the monsoons.
Either I fall ill, or a close one passes away. Or both. And in the process, instead of making new memories, all I get to dwell in is morbidity. Neither can I cook good food, something we so love and relate to with the