Planned thoughts for food

My plunge into the serious business of getting food ready on table dates back to graduate days in US. Even though it was just for me, I was new at it. So starting from downloading recipes from net, getting the raw material etc. till the final act of licking the plate, I was wholely and solely responsible. And I absolutely loved every aspect of it, of course loving it doesn't necessarily mean that I was good at it but it was something I hugely looked forward to. Over a period of a decade or so, the scenario is a lot different as we have a cook. My involvement in cooking, ignoring the occassional thing here and there, has pretty much reduced to planning the menu and maintaining the list of things to be bought. Still, I myself don't believe, there were days I would dread the arrival of our cook at 6:30 in the morning as I wouldn't know what to tell her to cook! Then I had enough of myself and sat down with a pen and paper, chalked down a plan for the week.

Monday
BF: Dosa and a watery aloo-jeera-sambhar powder curry
Dinner: Rice, Fish curry(Bong/Mallu), Alu-Cabbage/Cauliflower/Lauki

Tuesday
BF: Idiappam+Chola curry
Dinner: Chapati+leftovers

Wednesday
BF: Oats porridge
Dinner: Rice, Daal (Yellow mung/Masoor/Black masoor), Bong veg prep (Pumpkin+radish+carrot+spinach)

Thursday
BF: Idli+coconut chutney
Dinner: Rice, daal, sabjee (bhindi/beans/beet-root), fish fry

Friday
BF: (Dosa+chutney)/Rava upma
Dinner: Chicken biryani/eat out

Saturday
BF: Bread-omlette
Lunch: Chicken biryani/eat out
Dinner: Chapati, small rajma-like bean (hugely popular), Alu-Methi/Posto

Sunday
BF: Oats porridge
Lunch: Largely left overs
Dinner: Non-indian (non-dairy pasta/chilli-chicken/soup-bread/pad-thai)

Has been working out pretty well. The rest of the family is yet to figure out the pattern. Of course we do allow some transgressions but by and large sticking to the plan. Spontaneity, woh kis chidiya ka naam hai?

Do I exist?

Seeing the pictures, here, what do you feel?

Count is five

That time of the year has come when I take out my gun and fire 21 shots in the air to salute the mother's all around for their bravery and courage in handling their little one's birthday parties without batting an eye lid. Here I have been hopelessly panicky since last few days. While I know kids won't care about the food and they know how to enjoy by themselves, it's of no help. I am beyond reason at the moment and only when it is all over that my palpitating heart will regain its normal beat and we will start packing our bags for a short break in Kerala. Would be conducting exam on sunday but at the moment conducting anything other than a party for kids seems like a cake walk. Oh cake! Must run to get the no-dairy microwave-cake started.

And they complete a single

You and me.

Being not very good with words or comfortable about writing in general, starting a blog was not exactly the most natural thing to do. It was what one would call a spur of the moment decision, there was nothing to lose. Turned out to be a good one. A delightful distraction for someone so miserable (a year ago) dealing with all kinds of nonsense. More so as writing didn't come easy, words didn't come out in a flow, more often than not didn't make any sense, not even to me. The good thing about time though is that it flies and a year is complete. With it while being miserable is not the default state anymore, the blog continues to be a delightful time out from the usual running around.