Monday, May 7, 2018

Easy Namakpare - tea time snack

A craving made easy, thanks to #rotimatic. Short story of my weekend experimentation.

I wanted something crunchy & savory to go with my evening cuppa. Literally had to drag myself out of the chips and snacks aisle of the grocery store. But couldn’t stop wanting a munchie. Turned on the stove, put the water to boil; and then my eyes rested on my 2-month old #rotimatic.....my mind wandered to thinking if I could get it to create  #namakpare to eat with my chai!

Sunday, April 29, 2018

Matar ke chilke ki sabzi


As you get older, you start to want to recreate the life you lived as a child. While I walk down that road, I am realizing that oftentimes, my brain zones in to some random memory, and gets fixated. No matter what emotions that memory evoked in the past, now it takes on that rosy hue that makes me want to relive it again.

Somewhat recently, I read about a recipe using vegetable peels (specifically, Turai ke chilke). That key opened up doors leading into bitter gourd peel, watermelon peels and peels from pea shells that my mom frequently upcycled into a dish. I couldn’t stop myself from spinning that yarn. Dad buying peas-in-the-shell by kgs at the start of the season. Mom, dad & I sitting for hours shelling those peas, and saving the most tender shells in a pile. 

Once we were done shelling, we’d come back to the shells - removing the ends, membranes & the tough fiber that ran down the spine. Tedious, hateful work - but we did it for my dad. He loved my Ma’s ‘matar ke chilke ki sabzi’. This is my rendition of memories from back the, and my mom's #recipe.

Here in US, I made it using snap peas (tout mange).

Tuesday, January 2, 2018

Of Buckets and Lessons- 2018 reminiscences


Here I am, sitting on the upper deck of sun-soaked cruiser, floating amongst the ancient ruins along the majestic Nile. As we watch yet another sunset, I realize that we are about to close out one more year.  And step into a new one …. a full circle of ending and beginning…. The resilience of life.


Our year has had its moments. It’s pleasure to watch the girls grow and come into their own. Anya had to live through a painful surgery this summer; which, as a mother, I pray is the last hardship of her life. Baby P, no longer the baby who fit into the crook of my arm, is still my baby forever. Then us- A and I. We both started to see the gray in our hair and crow’s feet around the eyes, albeit with the help of glasses. Without those damned glasses, I bet we wouldn’t look a mite different than the winter morning we got married on, 18 years ago!

Wednesday, July 19, 2017

Sunset: is sunrise turned upside down!

Perspectives & Perceptions

A bunch of grown ups in costumes being silly. Men in frilly green tutus, flowered headbands, girls with green and pink wigs & silver tutus jumping up and down, cheering and singing nonsense. Such a cacophony. So irrelevant....so irreverent.....

Surrounded by another bunch of people. Little people. In wheelchairs. With big ugly scars. Bald heads. Pinned down by tubes, catheters and IV lines. A double stroller with twin siblings - one gurgling and bright-eyed, the other listless and whimpering. A group of adults surrounding a tiny person who looks up at me and gives me a broad grin. I turn to tell the mom how cute he is; but stop when I see her stifle a sob & a chaplain come forward to comfort her. The father's eyes tell me more than what I want to know. I spot the grandma who shared that she has to lie to her grand daughter when she steps out for lunch - because that 4yr old cannot eat anything....a crowd of self-absorbed loneliness,.....

I turn away to see a bunch of green costumed adults distribute little gift bags to their audience. Eyes light up, attempts are made to smile, speak or hug. Excitement mounts- noiseless, but palpable. Eyes mist up. Realization strikes- "slime day" to this audience is not about making the gluey fun stuff that elementary schoolers are crazy about these days. It's about the gooey green stuff that is blocking the body and snuffing out breaths of a lot of this audience.