I have been thinking a lot about life.. Mine in particular. About the lives I have led, the lives I have cast aside, the lives I chose thinking they would be better, the lives I got wrong, the lives I did right but did not realize because I could not articulate or perhaps, because of hubris. But, mostly, of how amazingly lucky I have been to have lived and be living!
Sometimes though, things stay with you through all of those lives, despite you; indeed, without conscious thought. Like that thread of connection or perhaps and safe comfort of acceptance and acceptable. For me, through all the changes, ups and downs of my life - one thing has stayed constant - from birth to now …. Read More
When the original “Life Changing Bread” made the headlines, I gladly jumped on the bandwagon and adopted it, as I was in the painful throes of bread withdrawal. Suddenly this wheat free version would bring the simple civility of toast back into my life and I no longer felt renegaded as a vestige of third world-ism. I jest of course. But, not really. To an avid bread enthusiast, the diagnosis of intolerance of refined carbs was a fatal blow. I reeled for years from it. I made do with weekend cheat treats and genuine substitutes such as this loaf. I suppose if it did not save my life, yet it did save my joy! Read More
I gave in to the flow of it all. I let myself be led by what happens in my day rather than striving for something that inevitably led to me being frustrated. And, allowing the space to come to me.
It is difficult, because, when I get that little window, all I want to do is sit down and have a cup of tea in peace. But instead, that is the time, I can feed myself in a rush, cook something for dinner, do laundry (and that included folding the clothes), get errands done that need relative quiet. After all that is done, I sometimes find time to cook and shoot something for the space. Those moments feel like magic!! Oh! they do, they do! Especially, when the fruit of the labor is cherished for longer than the labor itself lasted.
This cake is one of those wonderful fruits. Read More
Pongal is a harvest festival celebrated in Tamil Nadu and dedicated to the Sun God. Intrinsically pagan, it is a four day festival that marks the celebration of everything related to agriculture. The day celebrating the harvest itself is celebrated throughout the country but the other days are unique to the Tamils. The word ‘pongal’ means boiling over and many of the offerings of this festival involve just that - from milk to new rice.
We typically make sweet and savory offerings to our Gods and on this day, it is typically two different rice dishes, akin to sweet and savory puddings/porridge - chakkarai pongal (jaggery-rice pudding) and ven pongal (white pongal or rice-lentil porridge. The savory version, I love! Read More
Cream of broccoli soup has a particular special place in my heart. I did not grow up eating soups and my first soup like dish was a ramen, which, is not the same as the creamy soups of the Western half of the world. The first time I had ‘soup’ soup was when I moved to NYC, in the company cafeteria, on a cold Winter day - Cream of Broccoli. It was cream of broccoli. It was delicious. Mass-made and self-served with packet oyster crackers, yet delicious! And, I distinctly remember wondering how they creamed broccoli! LOL. Read More