When it comes to kai murukku ( hand-made murukku, the south indian chakli ), there is a tryst with culture. It reminds of days watching the women folk of the family gathered around the gossiping fire; kneading the dough to a perfect consistency, twisting it in perfect spirals with nimble fingers on a white muslin… Continue reading Snack time – Thair murukku
My dear friend A, is an absolute endorser of fresh juice, primarily orange juice. I try to mix in some juices to my diet whenever i can, as a detox or a filler. Today, I juiced up grapes and carrot with a hint of mint and this is how it came undone…. Used my flour sieve… Continue reading Juice it up!
Since last weekend, I have been on a cooking and eating roll… Last night I had been party to a birthday surprise thrown to a dear friend by his wife; And oh so well planned one! And like most parties they have thrown before, she had lovingly slogged, making the perfect meals to anoint the… Continue reading Midas Touch
Meals at my thatha and thathi’s (paternal grandparents) followed a routine — The day began with filter coffee, ablutions and the first meal of the day was at 10:30-11:00 AM, a sumptuous brunch; this was followed with tea and tiffin at 3 or 4 pm and a light dinner of cracked wheat or rice kanji at 8.… Continue reading Easy meal – Molagootal
My first vision of yoga was watching appa prostrate to the surya namaskarams and a vague recollection of a yoga poster or book with instructions he owned. Well! it was back in the 80s when internet was unknown in the underdeveloped state of Bihar, India (we didn’t even own a TV) and I was the curious six-year-old,… Continue reading Yogasmically yours
It had come to my dismayed attention that, I was flooding this space with posts about running and probably sending a wrong message that I have been doing little else in the kitchen and eating front. And since that is not true, I decided I should do something about it! So without further ado, here… Continue reading A SnowWhite recipe
There are no rules to be a runner. It doesn’t matter how long you run or how fast or how far… So long as the legs are on auto-pilot doing what nature intended them to, you are a runner. Whether you name yourself as one or feel like one is a whole different thing! Let me… Continue reading I Runneth…