A day ago, my kitchen looked like it was going to burst out of its belongings. And there’s nothing I hate more than a cluttered kitchen. But the paradox here is I love buying things. I keep adding on to my repertoire – pots, pans, glass jars, crockeries, and the list goes on. And don’t get me started on my baking equipment. I have more than extra of almost everything in the baking department. The problem is there’s no space.
I am done with reading health articles, really. Before looking at pictures of fruits, flat abs and a measuring tape on a page, I pause for a moment and wonder if I should continue. These articles never end on a positive note. And it’s not the question of “truth hurting”. How is refraining yourself from all the good things in life true?
Now there is a new theory doing the rounds. Apparently your cholesterol intake has nothing to do with the cholesterol in your body. Thank you very much for flouting this idea after years of banishing butter! The information overload on health is unwarranted and people really have to calm down.
So, pies! What an unmitigated blessing to humankind. Have you ever watched the film Waitress? After watching her roll and tuck in those piecrusts ever so gently, and slather in some delicious fillings (Fallin’ in Love Chocolate Mousse Pie..mmmm), I only wanted to bake pies for the next few days. Of course, the love story on the side was a fringe benefit for a soppy girl like me. Delicious pies and soppy love story, what’s not to like?
Last night Pavan and I were listening to old film songs. Somewhere in the middle of getting lost in the melancholy of Kahin door jab din dhal jaaye, I realised something; both of us are growing up. Music has that effect on me – it sort of shakes me up and makes me stare into the reality of life. Sometimes I don’t like what I see and sometimes I do.
I’ve been alive and well; very well in fact. A vacation back home can do so much to you. It felt surreal to unpack and pack again in your own home, where you spent years together building memories. I really didn’t want to come back. But like a wise friend once put it – life is not always a rosy picture.
I missed baking though, so much! I guess I compensated by eating. I might’ve gained at least a few pounds. But I’m not guilting – I ate everything I wanted to eat and then I had the recurring epiphany as always: nothing quite makes me as happy as food.
This week has been rather dreary for me. I’ve had difficulty putting things together as far as baking is concerned. And don’t get me started on writing. I stare into a blank document for minutes together. With no outcome, I switch over to Facebook feeds. And then I get irked looking at my wall filled with pictures of babies (no offense intended to friends with babies) and cats!