sometimes i wonder if they knew how helpless i am at setting the table…would some people continue to be friends with me.
(from left to right) chole, aloo, paneer, boondi raita, salad; jeera rice
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even the ladles are facing the same direction
only two people spilt jeera rice while serving themselves.
one was a 3 year old.
the other was me.
*sigh*
fb: do you want to be the cockroach or do you want to be the lizard
bp: i’ll be a cockroach, and you be the lizard.
fb: ok
bp: ok
i love it when the brothers agree on something.
photos from the recent birthdays…
the six year old
this is the cake for baby param's birthday. i baked the whole thing myself. even the cars.
heh heh!
just kidding.
sago, doesnt feature on that list, says Uma.
humbled. i reviewed my list again. after hours of salivating i’ve arrived at my top 3.
hot paal payasam
hot samea payasam
and cold badamkheer
*clarification*
i would hate it if milkmaid feels left out of this sugarfest. any payasam that has been enriched by milkmaid would also fall into the top 3.
the footprints. not a messy disaster like last time. yay!
spent yesterday evening telling stories to the children.
realised krishna lopped off more than his fair share of rakshasas — shakatasura, banasura, narakasura, denukasura, etc much to firstborn (the amateur taekwondoian’s) delight.
my favourite krishna story was the one about sudhama. i tried to dwell on the simple friendship and what it meant to both. my hopes of making a sentimental sermon were promptly squashed like an uppu seedai that rolled under a tractor.
firstborn:” never mind that. tell me how krishna leapt on kalinga’s many heads?”
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kitchen report
cooking hit: ghee appam, seeyan
flop: sago payasam
cooking mystery: why didnt the dahi vada swell to double its size after being dunked in curd?
… but it tripped over the new laptop’s battery charger.
hmmm.
is now on twitter.
@mmaidinmalaysia
to get used to my own laptop.
24 7
non-sharing basis
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(overheard)
my ma: why didnt you put your toys back?
firstborn: because my mom only told me to. i am waiting for her to yell.
just for this i plan to go on a maunavrata on mondays. why monday ?because it’s alliterative.
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firstborn has a lovely letter written to him by a classmate PK, also 6 years old.
i reproduce it as is.
“Fb is my best friend in my birthday i will give you five one or eight and seven or ten chocolate to fb. fb is such a good boy he do ever work faster. fb will not cry for anything. He will not run in the class forever. show to your mother. dont forget.
the mmmim, ever the accountant, is raising an eyebrow @ the pussyfooting on the exact number of chocolates
on offer.
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ma ends her fast tomorrow. after three days. our prayers with anna hazare and the movement to end corruption.
firstborn: who put this bell here?
me: child, it has been there for 6 months and you are seeing it now??!
ma: in many ways, methinks, he takes after his mum.
the mmmmim: hahahahahahhahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahhahaha!
i cant decide who i am more livid with:
1. with firstborn: for seeing some thing and not ‘registering’
2. with ma: for her observation
3. or with mmmmim who is still guffawing
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btw. ma the newsjunkie is here. and she is joining the protest fast to support anna hazare. yep. Owing to societal pressure (me) she’s drinking juice. but no food. and today is day two.
Twopointthree kids, sixpointsix ideas on raising them 