Puffed rice upma!!!

Hey everyone๐Ÿ™‹

These days I am on a cooking spree…

I love to cook and dish out a few varieties when I do find time in between managing work and raising my 3 year old!!!

In the south of India we have many breakfast options…sharing this particular one made out of puffed rice..
Called as SUSLA in North Karnataka..

Borugulu Upma/ Muri upma/ Churmura Upma…this snack has many names in different parts of South India…

It can be made from normal rice/ puffed and beaten rice too..just little changes here and there and we are ready to go…

Today as I was prepping it, brought back memories of my post grad days in Gulbarga…a small sleepy city in North Karnataka!!!

My Colleague and bestie used to have this everyday…literally everyday as her breakfast!!

Fresh and hot parcelled from the canteen as we sat sipping our morning tea on round table she used to open this yummy packet and we all would take spoonfulls of this goody tiffin…

Susla anyone??!!!๐Ÿ˜‹

Have a yummlicious week ahead…๐Ÿค—๐Ÿค—๐Ÿค—

๐ŸŒ…Nusa Penida!!๐ŸŒ…

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On my recent visit to Bali
We visited this place called Nusa penida…the lovely beaches of kelingking…angel and broken beaches…
The only place where I felt at par with nature.. totally at peace ..enjoying the blue waters…calm and serene..away from the hectic life ..not stopping to care for anything in the world..a live in the moment kind of feeling…

Kelingking beach

On top of the world!!!

Broken beach

A happy me!!!

๐ŸนInked!!!๐Ÿน

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๐ŸนThere is something about a Tattoo that fascinates me!!!

๐Ÿน I still wonder why there is a lot of hullabaloo over a tatoo???!!!

๐ŸนIt’s an individuals choice, yet i find soo many people hesitating to get one..

๐ŸนFinally after 5 years of contemplating whether to get one or not…unexpectedly I just went ahead and got one..As they say tattoos should have a meaning.. represent what you feel…

๐Ÿ‘ธMine depicts my daughter’s name…RHEA…๐Ÿ‘ถ๐Ÿป
( In Greek mythology, RHEA is the Titaness, mother of the gods, her name also means “flow” and “ease.” ) ๐Ÿ‘ธ๐Ÿป

โ™Along with it, my sunsign Saggitarius, the Archer, depicted in the bow and arrow โ™

๐Ÿงœ๐Ÿผโ€โ™€My love for the mythical Mermaids depicted in the fish tail!!! ๐Ÿงœ๐Ÿผโ€โ™€

๐ŸนSo that’s about it …I finally got my first tatooo…

Deciding on the design..

Do I plan to get more ?? Ummm not sure as of now.. I am happy with the current one and still enjoying the feeling of having it inked!!!

Mornings!!!

Singapore โ›…

Bali โ›… by the sea!!!

Waking up to the warm sunrays with coffee…

That moment when everything and everyone is quiet…

When you get to sit still for once and dream with open eyes…ponder about…watching the sun rise by the sea…

Just a little me time..

Nee

Happy Teachers day!!!

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Today in India we celebrate Teacher’s day on the 5th of September every year to mark the importance of teachers in our lives and to honour Dr. Sarvepalli Radhakrishnan’s birthday.

On this day, students comprehend how important the role of a teacher is in a studentโ€™s life..

Teachers are the ones who mould us into what we are today..some being optimistic and some pessimistic..

Come what may some one or the other would have inspired us at some point in our lives..

Now what would you do if your better half is your teacher..??!!๐Ÿค”

Yeah I am seeing stars!!

Very rarely do we come across better halves being in the same profession..๐Ÿคฏ
Take me for example …I have had the opportunity to train under the hubby..๐Ÿ™ˆ

Yeah..my husband has been my teacher during my fellowship…I got to polish my surgical skills being posted under him..

Well for once I had to listen to him and follow suit if I had to be a better surgeon..๐Ÿ™ˆ

I also had to be the goody respectful hardworking student at work and show him who’s the Boss at home..๐Ÿ˜ˆ

( Yeah I had to call him SIR too..!!๐Ÿคท)

But the Mr was nonpartial…strict and at times grumpy but he taught me the right way to operate and I am ever so thankful for this…

Photobombing in the OR!!

So here’s wishing all the teachers around the world a very Happy teachers day from India…

Me and the better half…

๐ŸŒŸHappy Ganesh Chaturthi ๐ŸŒŸ

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I have long been missing in action…not days or weeks it’s been months…๐Ÿ™ˆ
Work and family has taken up most of my time..๐Ÿคท

Today, India celebrates Ganesh chaturthi, hence a reblog post to take my friends down the memory line of the cultural richness and festivities India has to offer…

Gallivanting with Ganesha

Don’t look at the moon…It isGanesh chaturthi!!

Have a great week ahead everyone…๐Ÿค—๐Ÿค—๐Ÿค—
Hope to keep posting more..

๐Ÿ’Very Berry!!! #1

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Hey everyone ๐Ÿ™‹
Today’s post is a foodie one
With two different recipes in two different posts involving the sour berry, the Indian plum

Jujube- Indian plum

I am a South Indian married to a Bengali, so when I came across this particular recipe I cringed thinking how could anyone make a sweet dish out of something which is supposed to be spicy and sour..
The berries are called Kul in Bengali..Elandapazham in Tamil…Regipandlu in Telugu
(The southern part of India)

A small flashback though..

Having grown up in the south, everyday outside my school just before summer this particular berry used to be sold in carts…All for a meagre 25 paise..
My pocket money used to be one rupee per day, which was a lot in those days..,
I used to buy these for 25/50 paise while walking back home..
The vendor used to drizzle them with salt and chilli powder mix..๐Ÿ˜‹
One had to be cautious while consuming them as they were the residing places of miniature fruit worms..
I know it sucks but one can’t resist eating the good ones though..
We used to get these dried, packeted ones sold for just One rupee…we used to call them BORROMS!!
How the word came into picture I do not know..

So when I first saw my Mil making a sweet dish out of this I quickly pocketed a few to be eaten with salt and chilli powder…yummy yum

Below is the Bengali style recipe Of this yummy berry..

It’s a simple one with variations..I will stick to one taught to me by Mil…

So here we go..

๐Ÿ’Wash the berries without much pressure on them( they tend to burst open and get gooey)
๐Ÿ’Gently press each berry to check for fruit worms

Clean the berries

Clockwise…Dried red chillies..Sugar..Black mustard seeds..

๐Ÿ’Take a wok and add some oil and a tablespoon of black mustard seeds..

๐Ÿ’Once they splutter add in little turmeric and one or two dry red chillies..( I am using the kashmiri variety here )
Saute them and add in the berries..
๐Ÿ’Add in sugar and a cup of water depending on the amount of berries

๐Ÿ’Saute all till you get a thick syrupy consistency

๐Ÿ’The flavour is that of sweet and sour…Sweet from the sugar and the berries contributing to the sourness

๐Ÿ’An alternate method would be to add in raw mangoes or even tomatoes to balance out the sweetness..

Do give it a try and let me know how it tasted…Until next time have a great week ahead everyone ๐Ÿค—๐Ÿค—๐Ÿค—

HWD!!!

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Here’s wishing all my women blogger friends a very happy women’s day…be the change..

The women in my life…

My granny…for always taking care and being for me throughout…

My sis in law…for being there for me during my pregnancy…

My Grand mil …who is currently taking care of my daughter..being her teacher guide and friend…

My Mil for helping me pursue my career by taking care of my daughter…

Now that’s me๐Ÿ˜‰

Happy women’s day !!!

Have a great weekend ahead ๐Ÿค—๐Ÿค—๐Ÿค—

Tell Tale Thursday #5

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I am back with yet another tell tale thursday picture prompt โ€ฆthanks to firsttimemommy
You can check out her amazing inputs on child care and wonderful short stories..

#TellTaleThursday with Anshu &Priya>

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Hereโ€™s the prompt:

The Railway Station!

Brings back many memories of the bygone days…
One such is of the time she had to stay away from her love…not knowing what was store for her in the future…

Read along…

They walked hand in hand…She wouldn’t let go of his..She was a mess internally but seemed very calm outside..He too was surprised that some one like her who was an endless bundle of energy was soo calm that day..
She knew it could be or maybe it was the last time ever she was seeing him..maybe..nothing was certain at that moment..

He was going away to his city..to a new life..having completed his medical school He had nothing left here except maybe her.. maybe..

The train arrived at their platform..having placed His luggage they both stood silently watching the crowd hustling by..
As the train cooed she panicked..
It was time for Him to leave..they hugged and kissed without a care as to who was seeing them..

He boarded the train..She stood there watching him leave..witholding her tears..
He mumbled a love you..She mumbled back something…She saw him leave and was completely shattered..

The months passed by they stayed in touch through mails and messages…She met him after a year and half..He had changed completely..yet He was Hers..

She was nudged from her reverie by her husband as she stood there on the same platform waiting to board the train, the very same train,to her In-laws place..His place..(Though 4 years late, She married only Him)
She had her hand in His..Happy and glee..!!

Have a great weekend everyone ๐Ÿค—๐Ÿค—๐Ÿค—

Tell Tale Thursday #4

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Hey everyone ๐Ÿ™‹

I am back with yet another tell tale thursday picture prompt …thanks to firsttimemommy

You can check out her amazing inputs on child care and wonderful short stories..

#TellTaleThursday with Anshu &Priya>

anshu bhoj

priyareflects

Here’s the prompt:

She heard a loud crash at about 3 in the noon..
8 months pregnant,she ran or atleast tried to get fast to where the sound was coming from..

She heard a lot of commotion, of people shouting and sounds of branches giving away..
She stood still in her balcony.. Before her lay the magnificent tree..

The same tree she had seen and nurtured since the house was built..
No one knew why and how
it had come crashing down..

The huge branches crashed against the electric poles and the compound walls of the opposite house…
She could not bear to see the very tree beneath whose shelter she had spent those rainy days on the balcony watching the rain droplets tickle the window grills..
The same tree cause of which the summer months were cooler..
Her favourite pastime being standing in the balcony at 2 in the morning wherein the cool breeze from the tree brushed against her..
When the whole world was asleep, she used to just stand and watch the tree taking in the calmness of the night…
The many summers she had spent reading a book or enjoying an evening Tea under the shelter of the tree..

The sight of the squirrels playfully chasing each other on the branches or the cawing of the crows would never be seen or heard again..
It took quite a while for her to overcome the shock and get used to absence of the tree…
One fine morning a month later she woke up to another commotion..She hurried to the balcony with her new born..
This time to see her Dad and few neighbours standing at the same spot busy planting a new sapling..
Her dad looked up and she beamed with joy..
Soon another tree would sprout there and would grow up with her daughter..

Hope you enjoyed reading this one..

Have a great weekend everyone…๐Ÿค—