Category: Food
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Nostalgia: Trapped In A Bottle
I am chatting with Amma on the phone, my hands moving out of force of habit. I pull the heavy bottomed sauté pan, turn the gas stove on, tap the rim every few seconds to test how hot the pan is. Even as I do this on auto pilot, my brain is thinking of the…
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Saaptiya?
The children troop in, one after another, tired, messy hair and cold. The routine is the same every day. I insist they put their boots away, hang up their jackets and use the bathroom before snack time. I stand by the kitchen island, three bulging school bags lined next to each other. I am methodical.…
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A Cake For Those Humdrum Days
A long while back, I tried my hand at noting down recipes on a different blog. I did it sporadically and eventually gave up. Now that I stay home and cook many meals a week, a lot of my life revolves around food and the making of it. Instead of compartmentalizing parts of my life…
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Recreating Traditions – Deepavali 2016
It is dusk, the light giving way to the dark as the shadows lengthen in my family room. Laddu is on my lap. I want to lie down and sleep but I am sitting ramrod straight, keeping a wary eye for gurgling noises before she throws up. Ammu and Pattu sit in matching pista green…
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Eggless Banana Oatmeal Nut Bread With No Added Sugar
Background Every few weeks, I find a bunch of bananas in my fruit basket that are just past their prime that my children will not touch. Banana bread to the rescue. Since I don’t use eggs at home I have used this base recipe and tweaked it to my liking. Stuff you will…
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Yeh Dil maange more
In the early days when the idea of being pregnant was just sinking in, one of my first thoughts was food. Pregnancy myths and stereotypes. I waited for the dreaded morning sickness or all day sickness to take over. I imagined myself feeling revolted by the idea of food. I imagined forcing Saathi to make…
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Fear to hope and beyond
Sounds of merriment trickled down the stairs as the twins used our bed as a trampoline jumping and landing on their bottoms only to pick themselves up and start all over again. Down a floor below, I stand in front of the burner pan roasting vegetables for our dinner. I scan the stove in front…
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Brownies beware
The shift has been gradual. So slow that I have trouble admitting it to myself. That I love my carbs is common knowledge. Over the past few months, I have gone from the person mocking at Saathi for his abominable fixation with vegetables to the one on whom the joke is. While what I consume…