After a brief break, am back with another interesting food tale from my childhood, rather life…. I have this one quirk when it comes to Appalam [ pappads]. I need mine full and not broken up. At my maternal grandparents house they would break the appalam in half...
I was in LKG or UKG, studying in TVS School in madurai when this new taste got into my life. At school, we were served milk and biscuits post lunch following which we used to take a short nap in the classroom. An aaya of sorts used to bring a big vessel and serve us...
The minute someone mentions the dish “paal satham [milk rice]”, my mind instantly looks around to see who is unwell. That is the dish i associate with fever and body ache. Why? Cos all through my growing years I have seen mom and gramma and others serve up...
This is a new series I am starting on my blog today, and just as everything starts at the beginning, am starting with my early years. What triggered off this series/post is an incident that happened few days ago. Was out with friends at dinner when friend’s...
There are some who bring out the twinkle in your eyes, and others who just light up our entire body [ok, now don’t ask me what that means, you need to feel it to know what am talking about] … So, anyways, as i got back from Blore on Friday, spoke to mom, quick...
