For me, what makes food so interesting is its history and culture. Now we don’t know if Marco Polo brought with him spaghetti and gelato from his escape to China or Croissants were actually invented in Vienna to rejoice their victory over the Ottomans, but if you strip a dish off its little anecdote of how it came about it or its diasporic quality, I wonder if it will continue to remain interesting.
Hey guys! How was your weekend? Mine was fabulous! My cousin had us over for a party at her place. There were conversations, music, dance, drinks and food – lots of it. You can’t put a price on house parties, they are simply amazing!
Some traditions are not worth questioning. Beers on a hot Sunday afternoon. Popcorn and fizzy drinks at movies. While at the beach, the joy of blowing soap bubbles that ever so beautifully radiate myriad shades of infinitesimal colours and your pupils intently following them as they float and burst within a few seconds. Deep, dark, debaucherous chocolate cake on your birthday.
And March is here! Next month, my blog will complete 2 full years. Like anybody’s life, my blog has gone through a few ups and downs – its share of good days and bad days, great posts and boring ones, lovely clicks and insipid ones, you know what I mean.
If you look at my blog and for a moment think “wow, what a great passion to pursue, lucky her” you thought right. But hey, it’s not all pretty cupcakes and shiny macarons behind the scenes. Food bloggers lead a tough life, mostly because they juggle between things, they experiment to put up the best of recipes and the prettiest of pictures for their readers. And sometimes, things don’t go just the way they want it to.
If there was a rehabilitation centre for ice cream addiction (is there?), I’d be headlining it. Although I like sweet things, I can resist myself if I really want to. But I have a soft spot for ice creams. My heart melts along with a bowl of creamy vanilla ice cream dusted with cocoa powder; and the next thing you know, the bowl is empty. She is an evil temptress, ice cream.
Pavan wasn’t in town for a few days. I’m all for some ‘me’ time – the apartment all to myself, a few episodes of Grey’s Anatomy, Chinese food and something sweet (of course!). But 2 years of being married has made me all melty and gooey, like a chocolate lava cake if you will.
I finished reading two books, cleaned the apartment twice, organised my cupboard, finished a week’s worth of laundry, made my grocery list for the week (all interspersed with some TV watching of course). And then I’m back to square one, in this case, my cozy little couch, not knowing what to do with myself next.
As a child, I was a fussy eater. Camouflaging greens as something fancy didn’t fly with me. I’d still exclude the greens but polish off the fancy part. I had a whole lot of other things I didn’t like – peanuts, coconut, banana, okra, tomatoes (the list was endless)…pumpkins, the white and the yellow kind!
When it comes to desserts, I feel that orange is a rather neglected fruit. Thanks to all the lemons and chocolates of the world, poor oranges in most of our kitchens have taken a backseat. Don’t get me wrong, you know how much I love lemons and chocolate, just going by the sheer volume of dishes I have lashed out in both those categories; but I do think that there is much more to an orange than just its zest.
I always think I can eat more than I actually can. You don’t want to catch me hungry; you would find a dozen of dishes on my table, a substantial part of which will be a hundred percent doggie-bagged. I never learn. It’s just that the thought of food when in hunger for me allegedly opens up an appetite that can consume a mountain. I’m sure I’m not alone here.
Case in point: a quick getaway to Mahabaleshwar after our wedding. We were on the road for almost 4 hours before we hit the resort. I had a reasonable amount of food for breakfast but you know how it is when you are travelling – it’s like the overlords want you to eat for the entire world. It was almost lunch time and had we reached the resort as planned, I would’ve had lunch like a normal human being.