Wedding over, and back to routine. A week of plethora of delicious food... Right from soul food, to exotic Italian. Binging out with family and close friends. Never once stopped to think.. Am I over eating?? No ways!! It was one grand galore of colors, decor and food...
Yesterday, the cooks wound up the temporary exotic kitchen. I finally opened my kitchen door. (which, incidentally creaked in protest) I realized my refrigerator was empty. No left overs, no curds. Only milk packets . (In a hurry burry of the marriage activities, I kept forgetting to tell the milk supplier to cut down the supplies.) And there were a few Lemons, Green Chilies. I look deeper into the fridge...then I see it...... the most important of them all. Lined up in Military fashion. Tins of All-Weather Black Cat Team....who often bail me out of the roughest and the scantiest of the kitchen situations.... My dry Chutney powders! I hunted more around the kitchen....shook some of the steel chapati Dabbas, and then of course, one of them rattled. Yes....I had a stock of Khakharas too! Delighted by the serendipity, I headed to the crockery drawer, fished out a bowl. Crushed in a few Khakharas, sprinkled the chutney powders, and poured the milk. And then I sank into my lounge. Relished the concoction... Crisp Khakharas, tangy chutneys doused in warm milk. After some time I added some Khakharas because I had some left over milk mixture, then I went on to add milk because the mixture became too dry, then added some chutneys again, because the mixture was too bland... It went on and on and on....
Meanwhile in the kitchen Atya and Nischal were in a mad rush to get fresh vegetables from the market, cook food and get the lunch boxes ready to be sent to the menfolk by 12.30. But that was not my liability....., I had cut my hand badly (LA+3 Stitches) and I was not supposed to work.....So, I snuggled further into the couch, and carried on with the linear spree of my favourite comestibles...
Yesterday, the cooks wound up the temporary exotic kitchen. I finally opened my kitchen door. (which, incidentally creaked in protest) I realized my refrigerator was empty. No left overs, no curds. Only milk packets . (In a hurry burry of the marriage activities, I kept forgetting to tell the milk supplier to cut down the supplies.) And there were a few Lemons, Green Chilies. I look deeper into the fridge...then I see it...... the most important of them all. Lined up in Military fashion. Tins of All-Weather Black Cat Team....who often bail me out of the roughest and the scantiest of the kitchen situations.... My dry Chutney powders! I hunted more around the kitchen....shook some of the steel chapati Dabbas, and then of course, one of them rattled. Yes....I had a stock of Khakharas too! Delighted by the serendipity, I headed to the crockery drawer, fished out a bowl. Crushed in a few Khakharas, sprinkled the chutney powders, and poured the milk. And then I sank into my lounge. Relished the concoction... Crisp Khakharas, tangy chutneys doused in warm milk. After some time I added some Khakharas because I had some left over milk mixture, then I went on to add milk because the mixture became too dry, then added some chutneys again, because the mixture was too bland... It went on and on and on....
Meanwhile in the kitchen Atya and Nischal were in a mad rush to get fresh vegetables from the market, cook food and get the lunch boxes ready to be sent to the menfolk by 12.30. But that was not my liability....., I had cut my hand badly (LA+3 Stitches) and I was not supposed to work.....So, I snuggled further into the couch, and carried on with the linear spree of my favourite comestibles...
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