Ok, I think this blog could do with a bump in readership. Now food, recipes and kitty cats improve the stats but I don't like cats (What? You had no idea? Hmmm ... you must be new around here.) So here are some simple recipes. I cannot promise you that these sandwiches are…
Yes, that’s the colour ( color, if American ) of spring and to prove it I’m going to show you a set of pictures with lovely hues of blue. First though, lets start with this one.
As you can see, not only are the arms of the bush a brilliant red, the jacket of the old lady sitting sunning herself is also red. But the recycle bin is blue, the garbage bin is grey and if you examine the (more…)
Well - they asked me to. Ok, well, what actually happened was this. One of my friends, who writes poetry here and is also an artist, facts that I do not hold against her, posted an article on the benefits of bhindi, aka okra. For my benefit. Then another friend said "Please put…
So I'm back from Kolkata or Calcutta, as it used to be and will ever be for some, like me. It was a crowded trip, with remembrance services, weddings, school and college reunions interspersed with sporadic maintenance shopping. ( I'll have to explain that some other day, that "maintenance" thing.) It was three…
Introductions may be in order since I have at least 1 reader in 3 different continents.
So. An eggplant is called
Baingan – Hindi
Begun – Bengali
Brinjal – most of India
Aubergine – elsewhere in the world
Eggplant – in North America
Melanzana – Italian and hence
Mad Apple – in old English (more…)
Recipes are easy, following them is hard. I, therefore, don't follow them too closely. The important thing is to understand the concept and apply a dash of spices, a soupcon of common sense, lashings of common culinary capability, keep it low and experiment, experiment, experiment. In other recipes that I have posted, I…
Graked Fishies What you may have thought when you saw the title I'm not quite sure. So let me try and clarify a few things. What does graked mean? It doesn't. Mean anything, really. It's just something my brain cooked up as a "grilled / baked" combo that comes without fries or a…
OKRA We chatted long and hard amongst ourselves about this 100th post on this blog. As a landmark post of sorts, there was considerable debate about the following: 1. Who should write it? The Slo-Man is the eldest blogger so he should, said one school of thought. The LastWord is on a roll…
So this is it then. The end of civilization as we know it. The thin edge of the wedge. The most unkindest cut of all. Remember that song we used to play, Sam? It's almost over. The end of the world is nigh. There was a time when I lived in Calcutta (Kolkata,…
Sometime in the past, we had listed a series of things we could chat about and we asked our faithful, feckless, faceless and fearless readers to vote on them. And no one voted for Fish. And none of the regular contributors to this blog (!) could remember what the hell the intent was.…