Love
doesn’t conquer all, food does. Most of the world’s problems are, in some way
or the other, related to food. And as this series of posts has made evident,
mine too. I’m seriously considering farming in a little box (read: vast patch
of land in Mumbai). Growing my own food, and then eating it; maybe I’ll start
with uprooting one of my mom’s plants.
Maybe I’m being a little too ambitious, and senile.
1) Unwind.
Maybe I’m being a little too ambitious, and senile.
After
my stomach scare yesterday, my gut spoke to me again. She asked me to make some
palak, and I listened to her. My easy-breezy recipe which involves chopping—insert vege’s name here—and garnishing it with very little of everything on
the kitchen counter, before letting it sit on the stove, works wonders.
Though
my stomach was up and running thanks to the magic potion, the palak was a safe bet. And extremely
edible too! Not only did I eat it for dinner but I’ve also dared to pack some
up for tomorrow’s lunch.
Cooking,
and not living off frozen food/Maggi,
is more empowering than I’d ever give it credit. To celebrate this small joy, I
treated myself to Mango ice cream today, and a play at Prithvi tomorrow.
So
what I’m really trying to say is:
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