Do you love crazy scary rides?
We were in Disney for the weekend.
We ate Churros, Mickey Ice creams, cheesy pasta, frozen lemonade and a lot in between. I am not even making up what I ate, it was a little too much. I feel stuffed and not so a little guilty to have eaten my way to happiness. Now, I fear the scale. Why am I only talking about food, we were in Disney right???…
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Life is not worth living if I cannot have pasta or bread again-Monica Seles
The day starts off bright and promising.
After a month of being without a/c, yesterday the heavens opened and we feel cold, thanks to my new friend who fixed it.
Filled my elephant mug with strong hot coffee(which was a pure torture last couple of weeks). I sat by the window, slowly sipping away jotted my plans for the day. Little did I know then that plans work a bit differently every time.
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“You better cut the pizza in four pieces because I’m not hungry enough to eat six.”- Yogi Berra
Hi there friends, HAPPY SUNDAY!!
The story of two hours minus the boys.
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Food for the body is not enough. There must be food for the soul.- Dorothy Day
An Indian feast is only complete if there’s Biryani on the menu, don’t you’ll agree? An invite for a carnivore means you are in for a BIG belly filling treat. The gracious host never feels full filled if there’s one missing from their menu of chicken/lamb, egg, fish, shrimp and more….It sounds like a lot, but that’s the ritual that we Indians, in fact a lot of the cultures follow especially to celebrate a special day, special event and that special guest. It’s an absolute satisfying meal followed by a satisfied heart. I would love to know what other parts of the world cook on a special day.
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Hi Friends, how is the weather???
It’s really hot in San Francisco, welcome summer, not that I am jumping with joy. Our Air condition is not working and I am not in my best behavior. Walking around fuming at everyone is not working either…. Funny how we look into perfection with the weather and everyone around right?
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Indian Chinese is quite popular and combines the two cuisines to form one which has a tantalizing tone to it. This fusion has been there for a while now and we Indians just love it. With all the street food available, everyone has a favorite. I would hands down chose this, which brings back fond memories from my days back home.
One thing my cousin and I share is the love for food. The days before I got married, was something I will never be able to forget, who will right?? Mine was filled with laughter, food, company, tears and a lot of emotions. I stayed at my aunt’s place for sometime, which was a lot of fun and cannot be duplicated ever. My cousin and I would hold hands, talk for hours, walk on the foot path engrossed in our conversation not once being bothered by all pedestrians or the buzzing traffic around us. The best part we looked forward for was the food we were going to eat after our walk. A street vendor famous for his Indian Chinese was right up our ally so there we went, to order a plate of hot, steamy HAKKA noodles with hot and sweet tomato sauce drenched all over it. That ten rupee(25 cents) plate of goodness was every bit enjoyed.
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Beets have a inherently woodsy taste to them. I’ve had them in desserts as well as really spicy dishes, it can be very adaptive. I happen to love this vegetable. A simple soup can warm you up when you are just not feeling too good. My earliest memories of this vegetable was good, in fact great..so I’ve built on it’s repertoire.
This is also similar to rasam (Indian style thin tamarind and lentil soup), but has a very distinct flavor which comes from this root vegetable. I just drank it up as soup, but you could accompany this with rice or plain old bread on the side.
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“Food is the most primitive form of comfort” ~ Sheila Graham
Sundays were and are very special meal days. Those days (not too long ago;)), I would wait for Sundays for a huge feast. I would get ready for the part I looked forward to the whole week. It would be hard for me to convince dad, but I would tag along with him sometimes to the farmers’ market really early morning. Our fancy breakfast of appam (thin pancake) and sweetened coconut milk or sweet idiyappam (rice noodles), would be ready by the time we got back.. As soon as we devoured our breakfast, mom would start preparing for our lunch.
There were few things and habits which never changed, our Sunday menu was one of ’em. The Brown Chicken, as my little one calls it now, was the STAR of our lunch. So glad that this Peppery curry leaves Chicken has become one of the favorite dishes of the picky eater.
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