FOOD and all that it can do for your mood. A horrid day can be put straight by good food. The aromas, the textures, the assault on the taste buds can make one forget all the worries and the woes.

At the same time a little extra salt/ sugar, an extra unrequired minute on the stove, a slightly burnt smell and it kills even the most romantic of moods.

I myself, am no gourmet cook nor do i have the facilities to be one, but I make do with what i have and do manage to cook well enough.

I don't gorge on red meat neither on sea food, yet, within the world of vegan and white meat, I love to explore, evperience and experiment.

I can't hog nor can I criticize, but I am a self-proclaimed FOODIE......

And this space is all about my experiments with FOOD





Saturday, April 24, 2010

MASALA CHAI AND MAGGI

So i am done with my assignments, projects and exams for this semester. Am a free bird except that my friends are still slogging. And that frankly is very irritating. We leave here in a few days and do not meet again for some three months. So, all i wanna do is go crazy, have fun, have walks and talks sessions with them and basically enjoy these last few days in their company.


Instead of which I am the only one here going "bounce, bounce, bounce" and the others are giving me black stares, especially my generally/really sweet and innocent roomie, Devaki. But, that deters me not. The more they stare, the more I irritate them. Yes, I have been irritating Devaki for some four hours now, but even that is fun no more.

Four o' clock at night. I m still awake giving my roomie company(evil grin) while she studies. Then we see everyone( Monica and Tharini, namely) making the half cooked variety of Pazzta and Maggi. Our stomach rumbles, we decide we'll have tea. Tea it is. But, only tea. Nah.... from somewhere a pack of chocochip cookies comes up.

But its Maggi we crave and Maggi it shall be. So we start making our own kachcha pakka Maggi. Suddenly, Polomi from across the room, mind it, pings and asks if we have food. Being the generous souls that all hostlites are, we invite her to share our Maggi. The next room door opens and Monica comes out with the weirdest, soupiest pazztaa ever. She even adds Maggi to it and everyone pretends to like it.


We chat for a while. Everyone shows me attitude. Its not my fault my exams are over, people. But, I keep mum, after all these sleep deprived souls have to live with the fact for another three days ( i.e. seventy-two hours, guys). They all leave, my chai is stone cold and my share of Maggi is all lumpy, now. But it does not matter. Because despite of the fact that the countdown for our departure is set, I've just found a beautiful moment amidst its tick-tocking. A moment worth cherishing and writing about because this has been the most amazing pre-dawn snack I have ever had.


P.S. - Mukta bless her soul, has promised to bring vadas and dosas from Reddy's for our breakfast by six. I'll let you all know if she did finally for once in her life come on time. She won't.......


P.P.S. - GOOD MORNING