A Cooked up Story

Hello Folks!!! Travelling has a magical way of introducing us to local flavours. Some dishes remain true to their original style but sometimes they take a beautiful twist and turn into a melange of past and new trends. This recipe is one such keeper, a dish that never fails to make me feel special, whether I’m pretending to dine at a fancy restaurant or enjoying a lazy Sunday brunch at home, hair tied up in a messy bun, completely at ease. The past few months have been nothing short of wholesome. Each day has felt like a fresh dawn, full of little joys waiting to be discovered. So come along with me as I share a tiny chapter from my life. Just sit back and I’ll take you there. A long time ago, when I was a five-year-old bundle of energy, my evenings after preschool came with the promise of a special treat. My mom would serve me the most delightful snacks, and honestly, it was the most awaited part of my day. After all, who doesn’t love nibbling on little tidbits after a long day of pla...

  Hello Folks!!! Happy Dussehra to you. Dussehra is a festival celebrated all over India to mark the victory of   Lord Ram over Ravana, the ten-headed demon king. The word Dussehra is derived from the Sanskrit word ‘dasha-hara’, literally meaning removal of ten. The festival is celebrated after the nine day long festival of Navaratri, and is also known as Vijayadashami.These are days filled with celebration and festive dishes. Since there aren’t any fixed recipes to be followed while preparing the gala titbits, you are free to make anything you love to enjoy with your family and friends. My most favourite part of the festivities is the dance my friends and I perform – Dandia. It is always our much awaited time to go on stage and enjoy ourselves and our joy only keeps increasing with more dancers joining us from the crowd. The lovely patterns, formations and the huge circles we form while dancing to those melodious tunes along with the graceful movements using the dand...

Hello Folks!!! The past few weeks in Bangalore have been marked by rainy evenings and nights too cold to stay without a pair of socks and a sweater. I was just sitting in my veranda and watching the rain fall. It was then that my mind time travelled into the past and I relived the day I was riding my bicycle to my dance class on a rainy evening. I was in grade 7 when we had the annual day celebration of our dance class. I used to go to my dance class directly from school and stay there for practice until 9 at night due to which I would carry my dance class uniform, 2 bottles of water and an extra box of snacks to eat before my class began- all packed carefully in my school bag. It was a really tough schedule and used to strain out the energy of the dancer but those are some memories that will never leave my mind. The last day of rehearsals was very tiring and after practice I was waiting for my parents to pick me up. At that time, my teacher went to the kitchen and brought me this ...