So,after zillions of words about the world of emotions, i feel obliged to write about FOOD, another love of my life.So,this blog is somewhat inspired by some blogs i flipped through while searching recipes on the internet. You google a recipe and a moment later,there you go -Pictures,recipes and youtube videos of ladies cooking in plush kitchens, to be precise kitchens abroad, shelling out details of preparing Khoya,sweets and other such food items not easily available outside India.We have ways to survive and flourish almost everywhere we go,dont we? Well, before i get a new direction to my words,i feel like bragging about my culinary experiments at the moment. Way past north Indian dishes(which just needed a little brush up and few calls to my Mom), i am already half way through other countries,on my menu.Okay,i never cooked chinese, but frequent attempts do speak volumes now.Italian- i am still a practitioner, though with the minestrone soup i cooked today,i feel like a real winner. Success at eggplant parmesan cheese did the wonders too. :-) Baking has been one of the challenges which i have been trying to win over since long.But what with the coil ovens which just work wonders, i felt like winning an old battle,when i baked my most delicious cake some months ago.Though i dont bake much now,but i still remember the terrible feeling of wasting a lump of half baked cake( when something or other goes wrong) :-P. Yes there are failures too.But that shouldnt deter you from trying,they say.Be it soul finding or kitchen,you gotta try till you feel you are done.And that you are never done. :-P
I wonder how much more can i brag about the moments i spend in the kitchen, among whistles of a pressure cooker , the zrrr of a grinder or the crackling noise of spices, surrounded by flavours of dishes i manage,or cook well at times.Cooking is an art, and you have to be really patient to hit the perfect spot.and i still got many miles to go before i create my own masterpiece.And when i see some people cooking the best of the dishes, i feel awed by the effort and love they put in their masterpieces.
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