Why Husbands struggle in the Kitchen
The husbands referred to in this post are those who want to help their wives in the Kitchen while having never cooked regularly in their life before.
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Chai and Marie Biscuit
A crow that visits our balcony to demand Marie biscuits, today dunked it into the water tray before eating it. Will crows now demand Chai ?
Chai Masala ….
#LockdownTales While I have written several blogposts on coffee, I realised that there aren’t that many on tea ! The reality is I love tea and a cup of tea is what I make every single day … coffee is at best twice a week, unless we have guests. When I was a baby, our … Read more
Butter – not the melting kind, a Pune special
Dearest Appa, This post has to be addressed to you because every time I eat a butter, I remember you and can almost hear you say “they use their feet to mix the dough, and maybe their sweat mixes with it or even worse, their snot”. It still didn’t stop me from loving this crisp … Read more
Postcards from the 13th trip … Gurgaon to Hyderabad
We have done this trip a dozen times before today :):). Crazy? Yes. Normal is boring. Krishnan and I love to drive and long distance trips are very dear to us. Today we are on our way to Hyderabad. Our 12th trip on this route was on June 8th last year … the day my … Read more
Thank You, Shalini
Shalini, all your gifts have been thoughtful and much appreciated, but this one is just perfect for a tea lover like me. I finally inaugurated this tea infuser today at our hotel room because in this hotel they don’t let me use the induction stove. As many of you know, courtesy an ex-colleague Vinay, I … Read more
Samosa and snake !!
During our March trip, we had stopped at this Dhaba just after a toll plaza where the tea was awesome. On our way back somehow we missed it completely. Today also we thought we missed it, when it didn’t appear much after the Gwalior bye-pass. We saw it just after the Babina toll plaza and … Read more
Marie biscuits and tea
The house in Hyderabad always brings back memories of my college days spent here. At that time, there were a couple of houses and a burial ground nearby. The windows would rattle if it rained and Koka’s house was half a kilometre away. I had a lot of fun living alone for a year or … Read more
A letter to Mr. Aiyar
Dear Mr. Aiyar, I don’t know if I can even address you, as I have not studied in St. Stephen’s, I was born in a small nursing home in Tirunelveli, my great grandmother sold Idlis to make ends meet, my father-in-law was just a teacher, my husband didn’t have shoes when he went for his … Read more