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A thank you note and some cooking shooking..

Thanks a lot for you comments yesterday, definitely made me feel better. And some sun, a talk with friends and a happy Zini made me realize that there is not point in lying in the ditch for long.. There is lot to be enjoyed and I should start doing that!! Once again thanks a lot for your lovely comments..Means a lot 🙂

So I read Chatty Wren’s post about her relationship with cooking and as always decided to use the old prompt for a new day!! So yes, today you will be treated (!!) with my thoughts on cooking!! Not that I haven’t already shared my thought on cooking already, you can read more about it here.. So what’s new I am bringing to the plate? My cooking memories!!

My first cooking memory is with my grandfather. He was an expert cook. He made some mean pickles!! Actually it was he who would make yearly pickles for us too!! And he maintained a big organic garden where he grew white baingan, sargavo, lemon, roses, karela, tulsi and some other stuff!! During my 4th stardand vacation I went to stay with him. After countless games of Rummy and dhaglabaaji we got bored and he asked me if I wanted to cook something!! And dhokla being my favorite I said, yes, let’s make dhokla!! And then I had my first cooking adventure that day!! He let me decide all the ingredients and executed as I asked him to!! Though the dhokla were not as I imagined them to be they were decent!! Then he told me the secret behind the dhokla tasting different!! It was the fermentation part that was missing!! He knew it all along but never corrected me, he let me make mistake to learn!! To say  I was very fascinated with the whole process would be an understatement!! 

My mom didn’t let me cook a lot and frying was a complete no-no!! But I was so eager to do the frying that one day I decided to do it when mom had retired to the bed room after dinner. And then hot oil splashed and some of it dropped on my hand. I quietly turned the gas off, washed my hand and came out. Mom saw it but waited for me to blurt it out. And when I saw a big boil where the oil had dropped I panicked and blurted everything to mom!! Needless to say, after this incidence I started my frying career very late in my life 😉

But I was still not over experimenting. As a result of one my experiment one of my mom’s pateela still sports a burnt and blacked out look!! I decided to make Maggie in this pateela for me and my brother!! The only catch was that we didn’t have maggie at home!! So I used sarevada (a dried rice sev, to be fried and eaten like papdi) in place of noodles. After some time whole kitchen was filled with smoke as the water had evaporated and sarevada had not cooked yet!! My brother refused to eat any of it. So we discarded it all before mom came back. But of course the smokey smell and the burnt pateela did pol khol for us…

My papa too can cook decent meals and he too does experiment at times. Once mom had some office dinner, so papa was in-charge of cooking for us. And he decided to make bhajia in place of daal and bhakhari!! We knew all the theory so we were confident. But it turned out that the theoretical knowledge was not enough. We ended up adding a lot more water to the batter than needed. As a result our bhajias were more like chips!! In the process we exhausted all our besan. Thankfully, mom turned up soon and got some more besan from our neighbours and made some yummy bhajia for us 🙂

As I have already mentioned I hated cooking when I got married and was solely responsible for cooking. To my disappointment hubby didn’t know anything about cooking. And when I tried to teach him to do basic things like cutting onions, I got really scared with the way he held the knife. I was sure he was going to cut his finger. Looking at this, we started using a food processor!!

Of course now I enjoy learning new dishes and doing experiments, my food blog is a result of the love for cooking and baking!! I do mess up some times, but I learn from the mess…

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The Retired Kite Runner…

Whenever i was asked to write an essay on my favorite festival in school, i would invariably write an essay on Utraan (also known as Uttarayan, Makar Sankranti or Pongal). It has been my most favorite festival since i remember, simply because of kites!!! The best thing about this festival is that, you can start flying kites days before the actual day and can keep flying after for days!!!

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Utraan with Friends – Image from here

From the favorite festival of mine, I remember…

-Coming back from school and picking up my pillu (ball of thread) and kite and rushing out to fly it with my friends.

-Me as a 1st grader running with the thread in my hand and my kite flying, following me, and i marveling at the magic, ecstatic with the fact that my kite actually flew!!!

-The langsiya and ghachrka duels with friends, and singing “aai ja paai jaa, langsiya/ghachrka ladai jaa”…

-Making a kite from newspaper after running out of my stock of kite after a month of Utran, and my futile attempts at flying it…

-Discussing in the school about who got how many cuts on the hands by the “paakki dori” (strong thread) and proudly wearing cuts like badges…

-The mushrooming of maanjawalas on the roads everywhere and visiting them to get the strongest thread.

-Brother and i accompanying Papa, he checking the dhaddho (the stick in the kite) and buying kites for us…

-The colourful kites, the Majestic Dhhaal, the flamboyant puchhdiyo, the designer Chandedar & Taaredar, the tinsy-winsy Phuddi….

-All the Chikkis – Til, Daaliya, Shing and my favorite Mamra, made by mom…

-All of us sitting together and tying kinna on the eve of Utran, listening to old hindi songs…

-Rushing to terrace even before eating anything and mom calling us to at least eat something and go…

-Reluctantly coming down in afternoon for a lunch of The Undhiyu-Puri, Jalebi, Kachori, Kadhi-bhaat, moli daal….

-Mom putting a chikki in my mouth as i flew kite…

-Mom’s refusal to hold anybody’s Firki after all of us bugging her to hold ours…

-Papa teaching us tricks to win the kite fight and my euphoria at cutting a kite…

-The joy of catching a passing cut kite in Bhaar Dori (Long thread)

-Shouting “Lapet Lapet” (Roll back – the thread) no matter whose kite was cut….

-Latest songs playing on every terrace…

-Flying a big white kite just before the sunset, so that we can tie Tukkals to it, and later admiring the beautiful sight that tukkals make….

Tukkal – Image from here

-The unwritten law that you do not cut kites flying out of your terrace….

-Agony over mom withholding permission to fly kites in my board exam year, and the joy that she finally relented for few hours….

-All friends gathering at one home (terrace) and flying kites, shouting, singing, doing bonfire in the evening and dancing…Oh and going out to eat after a long day on terrace…

-Papa worrying about potentially harmful threads on the road and insisting that i take the car if i wanted to go out…

-For the 1st time missing flying kite in the 1st year of my job as duty called and Sitting under a transmission line to watch for potential power tripping as part of the duty and dad coming there carrying my lunch…

-Attending an Action Plan meeting for ensuring continuous power supply to the city on Utraan…

-Flying kites with equally kite crazy hubby and we holding firki for each other (Sadly we had only 2 years of kite flying together)…

Yes i am the retired Kite runner. But mind you the retirement is temporary, i threaten to fly kite at the first chance i get!!!! Happy Uttarayan to all of you…

The Kite Runner – Image from here

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