I’m Not A Real (Something Something)…
You don’t have to be a ‘real’ anything to be real.
You don’t have to be a ‘real’ anything to be real.
* Also served at Plain Salted.
….or pepsi-cola as we called it when I was a kid. Delighted that we could make it at home and not have to rely on the whimsical mercies of the adults. Competing to see whose popsicle came out solid and whose was like mush (ice-halwa, still delicious to eat and…
Sunday lunch
I think this is my favorite part of being Indian in India. A mouthful of heaven in a plate of panipuri.
Wannabes are people who do and say things for the sole purpose of fitting in or seeming cool. While I have no problem with the activities or the words themselves, the obvious fakeness of their endeavours really gets my goat. These are not hobbies.
From my very early years, I learnt to detest the violent green hue, the snappy texture (external) and gooey feel (internal) of bhindi.
Hungry for something chatpata?
So now I have a new kitchen, one that doesn’t come with the ‘strictly vegetarian’ tag. Sadly, I don’t have the time that I used to have to spend there. For better part, this bright, airy and well-cupboarded kitchen is used to set up the clothes drying stand (a must-have…
Raw chopped and salted mango is the special promise of summer.