Headed out up North for this weekend to meet Srill's friends and other than Kitty, they were all new to me. This was an invitation I couldn't resist, always wanted to be there and when given a chance I just couldn't turn it down.
So here I go, absolutely shamelessly, I know, to Ash's house. Maybe its the being far away from home thingie, where you kind of get used to welcoming yourself to hardly known peoples houses, like you knew them from ages.
Pretty used to that now, its like any one from you country, north/south, are all part of your big family. Love that feeling actually!
The trip was short and sweet a time for Srill to catch up on her good old DSC days, that took me to mine too, just that its been way too long since I caught up with anyone.
A time where we got to know that gates at Atlanta airport changed by the minute and so does your probability of missing your flight.
A taste of the Hilton, am so guilty of this, still am, I dont know why, maybe because my hands are tied. I dont know who to help and how to help especially when I know they have time unlike a few other unlucky souls.
A time when Ash's kitchen never ceased to produce all the homely food I could ever get in the US of A. I was so glad Ash made curd rice. Its been a long time since I had curd rice the proper one with tadka.
So here I go, absolutely shamelessly, I know, to Ash's house. Maybe its the being far away from home thingie, where you kind of get used to welcoming yourself to hardly known peoples houses, like you knew them from ages.
Pretty used to that now, its like any one from you country, north/south, are all part of your big family. Love that feeling actually!
The trip was short and sweet a time for Srill to catch up on her good old DSC days, that took me to mine too, just that its been way too long since I caught up with anyone.
A time where we got to know that gates at Atlanta airport changed by the minute and so does your probability of missing your flight.
A taste of the Hilton, am so guilty of this, still am, I dont know why, maybe because my hands are tied. I dont know who to help and how to help especially when I know they have time unlike a few other unlucky souls.
A time when Ash's kitchen never ceased to produce all the homely food I could ever get in the US of A. I was so glad Ash made curd rice. Its been a long time since I had curd rice the proper one with tadka.
I love curd rice, the one with pomegranate and grapes in it and creamy creamy curd and mustard seeds.
For the tadka, you need to heat a little oil and to it add a little bit of mustard, chana and urad dal seeds. Let it splutter then add the red chillies, a little bit of chopped onions, green chillies, garlic and ginger. Lightly saute the onions till they turn golden brown.
Mix the boiled rice with curd and little milk and add the pomegranate and grapes to it. Once you have mixed it add the tadka, a little bit of salt and mix well, then garnish it with chopped coriander and voila you have yummy curd rice ready.
This reminds me of picnics, when ever we went on family picnics we always had curd rice without fail. Those were the days....
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