Memoirs of mother

"I don't want to eat usal...I just don't feel like it...it tastes just a bit too raw...why don't you make a goan style curried pulse?" was the retort I gave my mother one fine Monday. "usals" or dry pulse vegetable gave me hives always, as the individual smell of the pulse actually got accentuated when pulse was prepared in such form.This especially held true for pulses like "matki" or moth beans. They always managed to give me hives. Lunch time came and I dreaded what lay ahead. There was salad, hot chapattis, cabbage dried sabji and a liquid something, which was blackish in color.definitely not goa style curry. the first thing where something seemingly insipid is seen by me, I smell it. from the smell I understand if it vegetarian or non vegetarian (advantages of non vegetarian turned vegetarian), if it can be palatable etc. Now this blackish green beauty (?) had a lovely burnt coconut smell.


I like coconut. as garnish,as curry (goan veg curry), in sweets, in chocolates (bounty...I love you) as base to cook a green vegetable or banana chips fried in coconut oil, or munching it just like that in form of prasad. it shows how coconut has seeped into my coastal influence. incidentally my better(?) half hates coconut. now can you understand why I don't cook that well at my place? no motivation at all (jis dish mein coconut na ho balama us dish ko chakhna nahi hehe) here I drift again.


So this dish had a burnt or shall I say roasted coconut smell.garnished with finely chopped coriander (an art I have never mastered...what I cut looks like mowed grass hehe...here I go again) with goda masala,chilly pwd, turmeric and a hint of tamarind...the taste was divine...needless to say I finished to sabji and later had a misal of it at tea time..its flavours more intensified...and the overall content truly divine...Jai jai aai:)

After a real real long hiatus:'arrival of sid'

"baby",the word evokes thousands of images. for me though it evokes images of my lovely small devil called Siddhant.

Since the day we understood that we are going to have a lovely addition to our family, things have been a real roller coaster, with my better(?) half going to USA for a real long term...and me staying at my best friend's (read mothers) place. travelling daily for 2 hours to and from office, and mr/ms(didn't know that yet) baby making me want to throw up a lovely breakfast at the drop of the hat...things that were relished earlier were promptly gave nausea...
even before the baby arrived, my lifestyle changed completely. it became more healthy and wholesome. now came the difficult part. the delivery. it was not as bad nightmare as people had magnified. and "siddhant babu" (as his paternal grandfather lovingly calls him) arrived in this papi duniya...robustly crying the moment he arrived.
my life revolved now 24 hours around him. the lovely 8 hour sleep and afternoon nap was given a "dicchu" but happily. it gave me less time to call friends or even pick up their calls, run errands or even check mails, leave alone blogging. one roar from the sherkhan and we were ready to duck in. Things started settling after a month and they are still settling.
In spite of all this, my blog will still continue. its the same as my not that shapely self will come back to its "long legs" proportion. it will just take some time. maybe not every week, but surely will strive for once in a month affair.it will give me more zest and vigour to handle "sid".
Btw, if you are wondering who is that, that's him, the second man in my life :)