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Monday, 26 March 2012

The Weighing Scale

I don't know how it works for the others out there, but for me a slight dip in the reading of the weighing scale gives me immense pleasure. Not that I am a Size 0 fanatic or something, but I feel so elated whenever the scale dips, even if its only by a mere 0.5 Kg. I feel so full of glee and guilt free at having lost some weight, that I don't think twice when I sink my teeth into the next calorie loaded yummy thing out there.

My current station usually doesn't permit for the kind of fast food trend I have been previously accustomed to. Since the kids are having their vacations, I've ventured into the world of experimental cooking. Hubby darling not being around helps a lot, coz a hungry testosterone laden male is hardly conducive to experiments in the kitchen. They'd very much prefer the tried and tested fares we lay out, especially during meal times.

My first attempt was at banana cookies because I was craving something really sweet and buttery. Since I had a bunch of fresh ones from the garden lying around, I thought I'd give it a try. (Well, nothing wow about having fresh kelas for Keralites)

Banana Cookies
I made a batch of some 30 cookies, with pure sinful ghee. My trio polished it off in a matter of minutes. Giving me the much needed confidence to present it to my better half, when he comes down next month. :D


The scales didn't seem to be tipping in the right direction, so I decided to eat healthy and grilled fish on my traditional firewood stove, in my next attempt at playing The Chef. I made individual fish wraps with some veggies tossed in to make the thing more HEALTHY. The outcome was simply yummilicious, we had it with white rice.


This weekend I had a thing for Pasta, so went out and made my own Tagliatelle Pasta. The four of us enjoyed the cutting and drying part, but the rolling out bit was a bit tough. The end result, however made up for all the time and energy that went into making the stuff.


So, what I'm actually trying to express here is that anybody can cook (only thing you need is a fairly good recipe, which is available in plenty on the net), provided your heart is involved in the process. 

Churning out meals at breakfast, lunch and dinner, is something I do out of lack of a better choice. Coupling it with my work only makes it an even more tiring job. But on my free days, its a different ball game altogether. I really enjoy the cooking. 

And according to my eldest one, its all a question of presentation, which she proved beyond doubt when she served up my Dosas (from whole wheat flour) and Black eyed beans curry in this fashion. 


It looked so exotic, that everyone ate quietly without my nagging or their complaining. (These Dosas are actually high up there on their Hate list.)

 
But no matter what the incentive, the number of bartans (dishes) that end up in the sink always gives me nightmares. There are days when I prefer eating out to avoid the pain of having to do the dishes. But, we females (myself and my power puff girls) in the heart of a sleepy village can hardly opt for that. 

Well, my close analysis has thus revealed that it is not the cooking itself that I dread, but having to do the dishes that come in the wake of delivering a nice meal.  High time I invested in a dish washer I guess.

Happy Cooking and Hearty Eating!!!!

Tuesday, 13 March 2012

Hearty Welcome to the Newbies

Inspired by my writing that goes in fits and starts, my daughter has started a blog :D

It was fun watching her check out names for her blog. After 5 attempts she was losing hope of coming up with a name. Most of the names she came up with were already taken. She would immediately go and check out that blog. The last post on most of them were dated anywhere between 2001 and 2005. She gets frustrated and angry at all those people who have started out with the blog name she wants and then not bothered to maintain the blog.

She put up her first post a few days back.
A Day Yet to Come

And I'm wondering what the fate of the blog will be, few years down the road. Will the enthusiasm fade and the blog wilt away like the ones she had checked out. I'll have to wait and see.

Their school has a blog, but she has always been hesitant to express her views out there. When she went ahead with this blog, I was curious about the sudden change in attitude. Her smart ass reply was, "Out in the blogging world, no one knows me personally, so I have a sense of security. What I write will hold a level of anonymity"

Very true! Coz it gave a shy person like me the courage to venture out expressing my thoughts. Whether people read it or not, you have expressed yourself and that makes a big difference.

And while I'm on the subject of newbies in the blogging world....
here's one I liked reading
Mental Distortion

Thursday, 1 March 2012

Dreams

For every post that I publish I always seem to have two in the pipeline. And this is one of those, which I actually started writing sometime last year. Procrastination and me and conjoined twins so its pretty tough to escape that bad guy.


I had made an escape from the harsh world of reality to my blissful (though virtual) blogging world. But once again, I was sucked back into the deep cauldron of life, where several things were brewing and boiling and brimming over. Its taken me almost 3 months, but whew! I've just made a short escape back, as we do in our dreams............

That blissful state in sleep where we live out the unknown. Some days you live out the serene and beautiful life of a princess. Other nights you might have aliens chasing you down mysterious passage ways.

Once, when my sister was just a kid she'd stopped midway through explaining her dream telling me to continue since she couldn't remember what happened after that point. Everybody had turned to her in surprise, but she was even more shell shocked when she learnt that people you see in your dreams aren't actually there. So there's no way I could help her out in recounting the escapade. And it took a lot of convincing to make her accept the fact.

Its been so long since I started out on this post that I've really lost my actual train of thought.

The other day my daughter was preparing for her declamation. They had to take excerpts from famous speeches and present it in class. She'd chosen a passage from the legendary speech by Martin Luther King Jr. "I have a dream"

That speech though given in 1963, seems to be relevant in some context even today. He declares at the end of the speech 

"Free at last! Free at last!
Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"

May be we have managed to evade the grasp of racism to an extend. But, even toady are we really free? As liberated as that merry beggar, whom the king had come across in his search for happiness? I seriously doubt that. We are either in the clutches of society's countless encumbering ways of life, traditions and prejudices. Or are ill-fated and addicted to various soporific substances or even worse consumed by the greed for power, money, social status. Doomed by jealousy. The bad and mean things in life are simply endless. The Pandora's box of evils.

We have countries who are busy developing nuclear warfare while millions suffer without the very basic amenities like food and water. We have people who are concerned about their looks and are busy getting a nose job or botox injection and setting fashion trends, when there are thousands out there who lack education, shelter, healthcare and are struggling to make ends meet.

Charity! Some of us give away money, in the name of charity. But is that enough? Is that the solution? Does that money actually reach the one's who deserve it? Have you ever stopped and thought about it? What's the use of all that money if there is no compassionate soul to make a gesture where it counts. To love, to share, to care..... 

I know, we are all pretending to be in that dream like state where we simply close our eyes and escape away to a world away from these harsh realities. While the rest go through the nightmare of having to lead the life of the less fortunate.