A homemaker's kitchen journal
Well, here we are, a new year, a new post and dare I say if not a new me, possibly a new you.
There are moments, bell ringing loud, when my mind tells me to aspire beyond, and I mean way, way beyond that which it can sanely behold.
Apparently, giant shoe modelling was on my 50things-to-do- once-you-hit-midlife list.
As I throw an argument for an nth pasta recipe to be exhibited on The World of Internet Cooking, I'll have you bear with me in some mere .
It's an agenda that I believed would not, should ever not fill the roster here.
If I were given the choice to have a single item to file under desserts, it would be today's subject; cheesecake.
If you go to the hill stations of India, particularly those hotspots in the South , and find yourself coming back with neverrending cr.
It is not uncharacteristic of myself to have on estimate 12 browsers open (ranging from how-to-food I need so badly, varieties of face p.
This post comes in wake of a monumentous holiday that people in India celebrate.
I bet we can all agree on how rushed-quick the past 10 months of 2016 flashed through, much like the incredible hero scenes from Barr.
Not having a single new recipe to extol about, yet expounding on past glory is like a movie you play on rewind.
Just sitting here wasting hours on end wondering what the 2017 pilot feature of my here space(which is 5 years old, btw!) should look li.
I have a friend who uses exactly half a tub of vanilla ice cream to make blended drinks.
Mystery stories and baking are my perfect comrades on afternoons that don't demand hustling to get dinner on the table at 7, which a.