Mom's Whistling Kettle and tea-time chats

It has been long since I penned down something in this blog. in fact I almost felt that my blog was stone cold and dead, looking for a fresh breath of air. Sorry, but with my daily routine of hard core office work, meetings, presentation, managing a house without any full time maid, and a growing 11 yr old son and his hectic schedule of studies, Taekwondo classes, Keyboard classes, Football activities in and out of school, there is no scope of 'thinking'. Before, even I took a deep breath, we are in the tenth month of the calendar. Off late, the core attention point is to decide on an alternative afterschool daycare for my son. Very cautiously and carefully, and obviously intentionally I left out the word "creche" the most abused word in Indian homes.As always, I love walking up the hill, against the public motion and hence second time round I am on the search. And I am proud to have found the first one 4 and 1/2 yrs ago. For some compelling reasons, the existing outf...

Happy Holi. With Spring,( or may be summer)setting in, its time to type in my next post. Had there been an award for the most irregular blog, I am sure, there would have been no better contender than me. Jokes apart, Holi, Easter weekend being a specially lo....ooong one, got some mental space to do something beyond the regular daal-chawal fare. But please understand this is my first ever entry to RCI, or any other blog event. But just to celebrate Sandeepa's return from hibernation, decided to re-cast an old post of mine for RCI Bengal. For those like me, caught between priceless memories of childhood, or growing up days in Kolkata and the fast(er) paced mundane life in another megacity, this should bring back some memories. Some of you might have already tasted this wonder before, some have never. But, this dish is very special for me....as I cook this for my hubby and my son, who can drool over this, but I can not even taste it.... as I am very allergic to crabs. Fiery Hot Crab ...