Is it taste that's important each time we savor our favorite dishes? What do we look for in every bite? Is it the right concoction of spices and meat or vegetables? Should it be cooked and served in traditional vessels? Is it the texture and the color? Or is there something more? I have come … Continue reading Comfort Food
Dinner last night was spent in silence. Neither of us was angry or upset. Yet, we didn't say a word as we ate. Kishore Kumar songs were playing on my phone. We didn't make a conscious decision to eat in silence. I think we were just lost in the melody of old songs and the … Continue reading Post 19 – Dinner Scenes
The first few hours, on the first day of a long weekend, are probably the best times during the entire holiday. After those initial dream-filled hours have gone by, the rest of the holiday goes by in a blur. Within no time it is the night before you head back to work. All kinds of blues set in and … Continue reading Post #11 – The story of every weekend
I. He, She and Dog He sat alone on the park bench. He seemed worried. He worried that his mother worried. He was going to turn forty in a month and he hadn't found a partner for himself. But he wasnt too worried. He would have been if he thought about things. But he wasn't much of … Continue reading Samosa
So, I thought why not post a recipe here for a change. After all I have named this blog as Chicken Tikka Love. I might as well do it same justice. Who knows, posting recipes may even become a regular thing here. I made chili chicken today. No, not that Indo-Chinese version that is common … Continue reading Cooking Adventures: Andhra Green Chili Chicken
Winter break, a month of rest and solitude. Not that I have nothing to do, but there are no deadlines. Except the ones I set. I am my master. One more month before the craziness of another semester begins. The multitude of people all going crazy together. The projects and exams. Paperwork, dreaded paperwork. I … Continue reading One crazy semester finally comes to an end
1. Don't tell him they are leftovers. 2. Make it look different. 3. Give the recycled dish an anglicised name. 4. Serve it hot with garnish and tomato sauce. Enjoy while he eats the leftover aloo paratha stuffing disguised as Bobby Flay's potato hash. *Evil grin*
Perceptions Change. Like the burnt underside of ruined toast That has been on the pan Too long The bread looks right till Turned over Now who is going to eat that toast?
The white and the yellow Slithers out From hardened calcium. It sizzles and pops On the pan Hot and black. A dash of spices Flip and wait And soon Breakfast is on your plate.
Leftovers, leftovers This and that The fridge is filled with The food that we had. Veggies and egg Dal and rice I need to cook little I need to cook wise. But whatever I do Is too little or too much. How do you cook just right And not eat it again for dinner or … Continue reading Cooking woes