Day 29

I spent the better part of my morning searching for my house keys which happened to be in the first place I looked. I then went for a run and got some strange looks and a half smile ’cause I was the crazy girl with a red turban on my head. I saw a homeless man and a lady with a gorgeous Gucci bag. I managed to turn away from getting my hot chocolate fix at Starbucks which wasn’t too difficult ’cause the new barista there doesn’t make it the way I like it.

I then came home and spent a couple of hours making a fabulous lunch/dinner (linner? dunch?), which I then proceeded to eat while watching Friends. Now I got coffee from the apartment lobby and started typing out this blog post forcefully. I will continue to wait for Jay to come home so that we can eat my fabulous dinner, watch Pretty Little Liars and sail away to a happy oblivion.

So fab.

What is with this country turning my already below par skin into a flaky, itchy mess? No amount of moisturizer and Chanel powder can cover it up. My face is shedding it’s skin at such a rapid speed and I am not a  pretty sight at all.

After a debate of frozen burritos to Domino’s pizza for lunch (Domino’s won) we went to Stanford University. How beautiful is that campus! And huge! We only managed to see the Main Quad area. There were many statues around the area so I had to have an impromptu photo shoot. We then walked down downtown Palo Alto, had coffee at Starbucks and got back home in time to watch the last half of Jab Tak Hain Jaan. I loved SRK with all my heart a few years back but the man really needs to cut down on acting young, no doubt he does look smokin’ in his army getup. Anushka Sharma really needs to eat a burger. Or two. I want to take her to my favorite Indian restaurant and buy her  a whole tandoori chicken. The poor girl deserves that much. Katrina Kaif has her pretty mouth and bouncy hair so she is set.

WANT : Kat’s luscious Burberry trench coats. So fab! Yes, I say fab now.

 

 

Two for one.

Every time before I make breakfast I turn up the stove and then decide what to make. I will have egg today, I decided. So I broke the egg in a bowl and what I saw in it scared me. I broke ONE egg. There was ONE portion of white and TWO portions of yolk joined together in the center. It looked like a Venn Diagram! I’m not particularly fond of ingesting a genetically modified egg with two yolks, so I dumped the egg down the garbage disposal. My friend told me that it was a pair of twins. Mommy hen must be pretty pissed.

 

Proof :

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Rasam.

I’ve been sick the past couple of days. The flu has been doing the rounds and I didn’t want to catch it, so I went to the two most public germ filled areas I could think of : the mall and the movies. Yup, I was dying to get all coughed up. Now I have some coughing, sneezing and a runny nose. Ever since then I’ve been craving some nice home cooking. I Googled ‘How to make rasam’ and stumbled up on a fabulous Tam Bram pepper rasam recipe. Having sneezed four and a half times in a row, I just had to have it. So I made mashed rice and the most peppery pepper rasam for lunch. Ah, so yummy! I can feel my throat getting better already. Rasam is just the best.

Me and my kuchi ice.

This blogging every day in January gig is proving to be harder every day. I have to wake up each morning and search inside my head to come up with something that’s even passable. It doesn’t help that its cold and dreary outside. No, something has to rain on my usual sunshine-y demeanor  I’ve been informed that the cold weather will end only at the end of February, maybe even March. I am so ready for summer already.

I loved summer holidays as a kid. Endless hours watching tv, playing with the apartment kids and scrumptious food provided my mommy dearest. You could say it was the perfect summer. But the one entity that had to dampen my spirits was the saravana Bhavan ice cream man. He would ring his little bell on his little vandi all the way to my street. I could hear the bell even at the far end of the house and would run as fast as my pudgy legs could carry me. There were times when I’ve even chased him down the street. We have all done things we are not proud of, so let’s not dwell on this?

All this hullabaloo was just to get my hands on the best kuchi ice ever – the grape flavored kuchi ice from Saravana Bhavan. So delicious, so slurpy, I’ve been know to inhale it three at a time. Good for me that my mother had the same interest in kuchi ice that I did.

But after a few years the losers at Saravana Bhavan decided to discontinue grape ice. And that’s where my story had to end. But it’s okay, I found the second best kuchi ice – Sravana Bhavan orange kuchi ice.

photo (2)Orange kuchi ice, outside Saravana Bhavan, with mother as the back drop.

Good morning breakfast!

As a child I could never eat breakfast on a school day. I lived an hour away from my school. I would wake up at 6 am to catch my school bus that would come on the dot at 7 am. Breakfast was never on my agenda. After tenth grade I switched schools to one that was fifteen minutes away so there was always time for breakfast. I’d wake up to steaming idlies soaked in hot sambar, crispy dosas or vadas speckled with pepper corns. Those two years were amazing, breakfast-wise.In college breakfast was always with my friend S in the college canteen. Pongal soaked in ghee or pooris gleaming with oil, those were our only two options. College pongal was probably one of the best pongals I’ve had. S and I would get off from the bus, walk straight to the canteen and sit ourselves there, stuffing faces for a good half hour. That was one of the reasons why I added on to my puppy weight, I guess.

Today, breakfast was scrumptious, thanks to Trader Joe’s Super Nutty Toffee Clusters that absolutely made my day. Corn flakes with a bunch of nuts, what more could you want? How about Toffee Clusters that taste exactly like caramel popcorn! Whaat?! Ya ha!! This caramel popcorn cereal makes my mornings a hundred times better. This is also another thing I like about this country, the variety of cereal. Caramel popcorn cereal, who woulda thought!

Happy Cupcake!

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Salted Caramel Cupcake, Fairycakes, Willow Glenn

This is probably the best cupcake I’ve ever had in my lifetime. The frosting is like no other and the fleur de sel is to die for. It’s worth the money and the calories.

This is love.

Waiter, one coffee please.

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Meals, Saravana Bhavan, Fremont.

We finally went to Saravana Bhavan a few weekends back. The food did taste a little different than the one in Madras but I was satisfied. It felt like a little piece of home that I could visit any time I wanted. Granted there were no familiar waiters, the smell of coffee in the air and the general chit chat that only Madras offered. But dipping my fingers in their famous sambar after three and a half months of a dearth, this was more than I could ask for.