i keep wanting to do a year-ender post.
some people do it really nicely and thoroughly like D did on her site
~ i hop on to my train of thought. it’s this silly old train that doesn’t stop at the station I intend, and distracts me with vada and cutlets even if I *gasp* am not in the mood.
After a feeble protest, I look down at my oily fingers that have turned vermillion having dipped themselves in watered-down ketchup.
Erm, where was I?
How about a year-ender with the ‘moment of the year’ post?
Would that be the one when I am hanging up the clean nappy at 11.15 p.m. and clothespin my finger instead?
or how about the ‘why-don’t-you-HUSBAND-handle-this’ feeling of the year: was that when half the tin of nivea creme was a dollop on one cheek of the first born /or actually was it when first born reached in and adoringly touched the water flushing in the toilet bowl/
no. strike that all out.
actually should end it on a happy tralalal dumdee dum note:
how bout the best advice ‘ever’ on cooking ladies finger/okra: (this is from a school friend who had her first cooking lesson in 1993 when her mum went to Trichy.)
“whatever happens don’t keep vendakka in the pressure cooker…”
and in all these years,it’s worked for me…