Sometimes I wonder if it makes sense to record your day to day life on a blog..you know like a public forum..and then I am like well, I can always make it private when I want it eh?
Anyways, on Friday..last Friday..R and I got really late..the BEST bus came late and then we got late to walk from our BEST bus stop to her school bus stop..and while we both were trying to hurry up..it poured..poured so suddenly that I was shocked for a second…I didnt react
R: Amma, main toh wet thau chu ( I am getting wet) she says, putting her tiny little palm on top of her big fat head, as if trying to protect herself from the rains..
we were caught in such a place that there was absolutely no shade..and me being the brilliant mother, had put my umbrella INSIDE the bag, INSIDE a plastic bag…I was so caught unawares (I always wanted to use this phrase, like how great writers use it!) that it took me 5 seconds to balance her bag, take my bag, take out the umbrella, keeping the cell phone in one hand..and then try and open the umbrella…all in all in 10 seconds, we were wet..
of course the Bollywood mother in me ensured that R had the umbrella and her bag was inside it as well, but I was completely drenched…totally completely (before you get illusions, let me tell you I was wearing a THICK t shirt and THICKER jeans, and out of 8 hours in office, spent like 2 hours in front of the hand dryer, trying to dry myself off!)…anyways, R was not so wet, but the hyper me, got super scared and after I put R on the bus…I gave a call to the man who knows all answers..
RD: bol RM, aaj bhi bus nahi aaya kya (tell me RM, even today the bus has not come)
I tell you, this guy is never going to let me forget that eh?
On Tuesday, we decided to leave early because we didnt want to miss her bus…as soon as we got off at the BEST bus stop, we heard a huge ‘pom pom pom pom’ the horn of another BEST bus..I wondered, why the guy was honking when we both were at a side….again the honking came and I turned around..the driver got the bus just next to us, and we realised it was our regular driver we had been missing for some days..he recognized us, stopped the bus for a second (there was a signal anyways) said hello,waved to R and smiled, and proceeded in his way….thats so cute eh?
Again on Tuesday, even though we left early, we saw a bus standing just as we approached the bus stop..so I pick up R and start running towards the bus..the driver stops (for about 2 seconds) and then I climb up..as soon as R climbs up, she sees a lady sitting in our usual first seat….I tell R to come back..R looks at the lady, the lady smiles and gets up and goes right at the back vacating the seat for us..I try to protest..she says ‘arey thats her reserved seat na..since she didnt come earlier, I sat there, otherwise no one sits there na’ Gosh! that was so so sweet 🙂
On the Julie/Julia project, here is a soup that I tried.
RD is down with a bad cold and me being the nice wife, treated him with soup.
On Tuesday, I made a pseudo French onion garlic soup. The recipe I got from some old photocopied low fat food recipe book which I had got some 5 years ago from a friend. She gave me the book and I got RD to photocopy it for me hehehe 🙂 I have no clue who the author is…I think its Sanjeev Kapoor but I am not sure.
Now, I didnt follow the recipe to the T, because I didnt have exotic stuff like vegetable stock etc..so here is what I did..oh before that…both R and RD drank it with enthu..so guess it wasnt too bad
Took two onions, cut it into thin slices, one carrot and cut it into thin slices and then two garlic pods and cut them too..added 1 spoon oil in kadai, put all this and let it get cooked, added water (no veg stock), then some oregano (what, I am trying to be exotic here!), some chilly flakes (Irla jane ka asar, we bought it from there, and I had to use it *rolls eyes*), some salt, some pepper. and then the brainwave, I grounded some oats in the mixer, and added the oats powder to thicken the soup instead of cornflour and trust me, its just the same. ScribbleHappy go ahead and buy that packet of oats rey 🙂
and then grated some cheese (very little) on the top and *ahem ahem* served it heheeh 🙂
So that was the pseudo French onion garlic soup..
About this project – its just abhi ka josh, I dont know how much I will do it, because I am NOT A COOK AT ALL…its not a hobby, and it doesnt interest me too much, but I think I am in need for a purpose in life…so why not this 🙂