Crispy baked chicken wings tossed in a hot and sweet honey, sriracha sauce with ginger, garlic and cumin. I have taken another long break from blogging. But for once, it was not because I was lazy, but because I was super busy, with work…and baking as well. Crl’s son’s school was hosting a Diwali
. .
June 1st. This is the day that most schools reopen in Kerala. It is also when the monsoons are supposed to hit the state as if determined to muddy the shiny new uniforms and bags as soon as possible. It was my first day at my new school in Kerala (I studied in Oman till class VII) and I was ecstatic
Its old news now, but I hope you remember Barack Obama’s remarks about religious intolerance in India towards the end of his historic visit to the county. The next time he makes one of those visits, I request the CIA or whoever decides the president’s itinerary to let him drive through the busy st
You know what they say about the earth being round and everything that you do coming back to get you? I realized this was true when I saw my son rummage through all his baby toys and ask me the history of each and every piece, and leave everything, including several pieces of jigsaw puzzles, scatter
Kaala Vaalu pokumbol ariyam enthinennu. Likewise, when you see the recipe for sichuan sauce on a blog, you can be sure that another schezwan recipe that uses this sauce is on its way soon. And I chose to share the recipe for Schezwan noodles which is a wildly popular dish of the Indo Chinese cuisine
2014 was a fairly good year for me and I entered the New Year with a lot of positive thoughts swimming through my smart and pretty head. And one among them was that I would loose the few extra kgs that had tormented me all through the past year. So determined was I that I even briefly wondered whet
I saw some videos of the Kiss of Love and my first thought was that these people needed to refine their technique somehow. The kisses looked nothing like the Hollywood kinds that make you weak in the knees. They weren’t even as tasteful as an Emraan Hashmi kissing episode. Instead they made you avert your eyes till the voice of the news reader assured you that it was safe to look. The Kiss of Love was supposed to be a protest against moral policing, sparked by a string of violent incidents perpetrated by Kerala’s very own custodians of morality. I have no idea how saying 1, 2, 3 and springing into kissing action, in public, is supposed to safeguard your right to catch the late night movie with friends of the opposite sex, exchange teddy bears on Valentine’s Day, wait for a bus all by yourself especially if you are a woman etc without being afraid of getting beaten up by an angry mob. And my doubts grew stronger as I watched two women kiss (each other) passionately, one eye on the camer
It was a glorious day. The morning mist had cleared and the sun shone brightly through the thick trees making the placid lake shimmer. Birds twittered melodiously, fawn skipped around and rabbits sniffed the scent laden air. The world was perfect just as god had intended it to be.
Inspite of being the ultimate masterpiece of god’s magnificent creation, Eve wasn’t happy. She studied her reflection closely in the lake and worried that some of her beauty was gone. Her face had lost its radiance and she spied some fine lines and wrinkles near her eyes, brown spots on her cheeks and even some sticky chip chip. Her hair had five problems and no solution. Her skin tone was uneven with her exposed parts a nutty brown and the rest of it a creamy golden. Eve liked uneven colors only on a zebra. Her underarms were dark and her cheeks burnt with embarrassment at the thought that Adam might have noticed them when she raised her hands to get an apple on a high branch the other day. She would have l
When we were children, we always wanted to eat at our favourite restaurant that was called Hassan (in Salalah, Oman). It was not always easy to convince our dad to take us there especially since the food almost always gave him a stomach upset. So he often made stories about the poor hygiene at restaurants, his favourites being that cooks didn’t wash the chicken and they didn’t wash their hands. Not very imaginative, which may be why they always fell on our deaf ears. We slyly roped in our mom to help our case because even then we knew that no man can deny his beautiful Mrs something as simple as a trip to the restaurant.
I can remember the restaurant very well. There were two huge dining rooms and some private booths as well, the doors of which children (the unruly ones, not us) loved to slam shut. We once spied a lone diner lick tomato sauce off the bottle rim and resolved never to use anything from an unsealed bottle. Other diners cooled the soup in large saucers for their kids, but
InduGetsCooking 