Picked this one up from drafts..it states my life as a mother when Rhea( daughter) was a year old…
A quick post!! What with a one year old clinging to you everytime you pick up the phone to post something and then you are left wondering what was that you wanted to type??maid woes??new house rants??weight issues?? And then you feel post about this phase called being a mom!!!
Rosy and cute as it may sound..I am sure all parents out there especially mommies have been there done that so here I go
Yeah that’s how Rhea sleeps…
Even to this day…
Me, currently summarised in one word!!
Yup that’s me!!
Sleep dear sleep where art thou??!!
And this is what Rhea does..
Everyday I find myself mashing potatoes, lentils and rice for her, with a bit of spices for flavour and madam just refuses to eat and when I sit down with my diet food grumpy and starved she goes waaaaaaaa wanting to know what’s on my plate or wailing away until I pick her up!!
Ahhh so now the story makes sense🙃
Hanging on there…
Until next time, to all the mommies out there, sleep while you can..😴😴😴
During my Internship, we were posted in a government hospital for about 2 months, so the routine was that all friends would meet up for breakfast at this awesome place called Halli manne ( literally translated as village house, it’s still there in Bangalore) where they used to dole out fluffy idlis and other yummy breakfast items, they had a huge variety to offer..
My friends used to try out every item on the menu..I was determined to do the same but god knows why I used to end up ordering one Idli and one vada with sizzling hot sambhar and this continued for the whole two months we were posted there, everyday breakfast was the same, yummy hot Idlis and I never tired of it..
This trend continued even during my post grad days, when my friends used to order Pooris, Dosas and Poha, I used to stick to my staple of one Idli one vada again and again,so that’s when I realised I have an never ending connection with the humble idli..humble Nee..humble idli..😉 given the fact that idlis is also a diet food so my calorie count was in check( remember I am on an eternal never ending diet)
So much for my love for idlis..
Oh and even the day after I delivered, I was given Idli and milk so now you know, Idli rocks!! Annnddd I am hungry typing soo much about idlis, I want one plate right now!! 🤤
So if ever you come across this humble everyday staple in the South of India, grab a hot plate with sambhar and let the magic work…have a great weekend all..🤗🤗🤗
I am soo obsessed with cuisines from across the world so felt that what may seem a daily routine, normal food to me might be a delicacy to someone in another part of the world.. Hence sharing with you a very simple, humble if I may call it so, a staple everyday meal kind of a dish..Lemon Rice! !
Give me lemon rice every single day and I can have it for ages…trust me I seriously can.. Traditionally a South indian dish it has evolved along the way with additions and twists in various states of India to suit each ones palate.. It can be had as a breakfast item made from leftover rice or as a starter dish at lunch or as an evening snack where rice is replaced by puffed rice and as a dinner item..( I am sure people all across the world don’t believe in wasting food hence rice is reused in some form to make it fresh again and consumed..)
Lemon rice is such an amazing dish that it is served as Prasadam in South indian temples… Along with its counter part, Tamarindrice called as Puliogare and curdrice..
Yes… Festivals are incomplete without these yummy dishes.. In India on any festival or auspicious occasion, you will find these delicacies being prepared as pooja prasadams… There is something about these prasadams distributed at The temples especially, The lemon rice / tamarind rice taste out of the world.. You just can’t get that taste when the same dishes are made at home I always wonder why??!!🤔
The elders say it’s the pooja/ God’s touch..as in food which is cooked as a prasadam is never tasted before offering,so it’s told that the divine grace goes with the cooks excellence in cooking the offering…I really till date don’t understand that cause I still can’t cook that way🤔🙄 Lemon rice is also a favourite for long distance travels..back in the days when train travel was the most convenient, large families used to pack up lemon rice for the long journey..
I remember travelling from Bangalore to Mumbai..Bangalore to Shiridi and lemon rice accompanied me on every single journey…given the fact that it has lemon hence it prevents rice from getting spoilt..
The dish requires just Lemon and the usual spices found in a South Indian kitchen.. I love to eat mine with Papad..Potato fry..Chips.. Omlette.. Chicken ( fry and gravy form) and the list is endless..
Here it is served with chicken kabab.. My daughter loves this combo.. The tangy taste mixed with spicy chicken is simply yum
Thus this amazing everyday staple food, rules the lives of every South Indian household.. Do let me know if you have tried this dish..
As I bid farewell to June, my most happy month for reasons still unknown to me.. I look forward to an eventful rest of the year..(hopefully in a good way though)
I somehow feel this year went really fast initially and then the lockdown happened and things got slow again… So what have I been up to?!! Being on a break from work I realise how much I miss my surgeries.. With the usual mom..daughter in law duties..working on maintaining my weight..houshold chores ..all keep me real busy and of course I tried my best to be active on WP.. 😉
The last few days of June saw me heavily “Pms”ing according to my friend with whom I keep in touch through voice messages, as she has a really busy schedule and given that both of us aren’t free at any time of the day..
We catch up with each other through technology’s boon “Voice messages” I record them when I go for a walk and she replies back in the early hours when the whole world is fast asleep… So during one of my conversations with her, I had ranted about how I felt used by friends only when they need my medical advise! Yes I had a lot of queries from people about vaccination.. When the news channels ..tabloids..all have info about vaccination.. I was still bombarded with questions regarding the same.. And I felt like I was a free doc at hand for many..
Also many friends and acquaintances who dont even ask me how am I doing, just send a message asking for eye consultations..suggestions on vaccine and covid related treatment.. Of course being a doc and a friend and an acquaintance, I feel obliged to comply but when you feel you are being used only for this and at normal times you don’t even get a how are you message or an occasional call is when you feel really upset.. Especially when it’s from close group of friends..
So when I ranted out these to my voice message friend she pointed out #1 I was “Pms”ing.. Which was true🙈 #2 She told me people looked upto me hence this suggestions seeking behavior.. Ok I partly agree to it… 🙄 #3 She told me about how Cats and Dogs feel..😱 A Dog feels my owner loves me so he is GOD A Cat feels my owner loves me so I must be GOD…
So she told me to look at it either way.. Either I think like a Dog and feel people use me for their needs or think like a Cat and feel I am soo good hence people come to me..🙄 so I should feel superior about it… Whatever..😤
This thought really struck me.. Making me realise it’s all about how you look at things yet again.. So thus, I walk into July, a partially enlightened person, thanks to my voice message friend..😈
Hope to take things as they come..Happy doctors day to me and all the docs out there 🤗
In continuation of fathers day, here’s a forwarded message.. It was soo touching that I had to share it..sometimes some messages really touch you and make you think and re think, so couldn’t resist sharing it..
A daughter asked her dad if she has ever made him cry in front of her before, because she did not remember ever seeing him cry.
He said, “Once.”
He told her that when she was 3 years old, he laid out a pen, a rupee, and a toy in front of her. He wanted to see which one she would pick…
It represents what you’ll value most when you grow up.
Like the pen is intelligence, money is wealth and the toy is fun.
He was just doing it out of curiosity.
It was interesting for him to see which one she would pick anyway.
He said that she just sat there and stared at the items. He sat across from her and waited patiently.
According to him, she crawled towards them, he held his breath, and she pushed everything aside and went straight into his arms.
He didn’t realize that he was one of the choices. And that was the first, and the only time she made him cry …
With all that’s happening around us, a little humour sure does help!!
So here we go…
History Professor to class: “In ancient Greece, men had an interesting way to propose to a woman. He would throw an apple at the woman, and if the woman accepted the apple meant that she was interested.”