Articles in the breakfast medley Category
Whether it is a modern day Pancake a sandwich or a traditional chila, theplas, upma, parathas, or Idly...breakfast is my favorite meal of the day. You can be so creative with these breakfast recipes. But wait..on most of the week days, I can only dream of all these delicacies. When my day begins at 5.30 early morning and ends around 11 in night, cooking an elaborate meal is a far cry.
Sunday is the day when I can afford to do things differently. Come Sunday and you can even find a traditional Khamani with sev or a contemporary French toast with fruit compote and a fresh fruit & vegetable juice on our breakfast table.
“Dwell on the beauty of life. Watch the stars, and see yourself running with them.” Marcus Aurelius.
“Ah…excuse me, I didn’t get your name.”
I turned around and looked at the representative from client’s office standing behind me. We would have spoken at length on topics ranging from food to Indian culture on the sets for last two days, but forgot to exchange our names.
Back then, I never questioned her food choices….not that I knew much about it either 🙂
“Life isn’t a matter of milestones, but of moments”~ Rose Kennedy.
Well, well…it took almost 25 years and an article in New paper for my mom to get convinced that I am doing well in life.
I left Udaipur in 1990 for higher studies and worked for a few years before getting married & settling in Chennai for good. But then, my mom was always concerned about me leaving my job, until I got myself involved in activities related to my blog Lite Bite.
Later, whenever I called her to tell about my …
“We do not know the value of our moments until they have become a memory.” ~Sam H. The saying reflects my school days, perfectly. I didn’t give much thought back then, but school days and school friends were the best.
Days pass and memories fade. We just didn’t realize how soon time flew past. Distance, family commitments and work pressure is keeping many of us away from each other. But our bond of friendship is still strong and the good memories are with us forever.
Baking bites, breakfast medley, Pies »
“What keeps me motivated is not the food itself but all the bonds and memories the food represents.” M. Chiarello
I was slightly disturbed reading a message from a reader last evening which read like this “I love your recipes, but please include step-wise pictures of the recipes and increase the frequency of your blogposts.”
To which my reply was, “I am glad that you like the recipes here. But please understand that Lite Bite is not just a recipe blog, it’s my personal diary where I also love to share my …
Breakfast bites, Healthy Drink »
Nothing screams summer like dark, plump and fleshy Jamun or Java plums. Local markets in many places of India gets flooded with these purple beauties during summer months.
I remember how crazy we were to buy a handful of salted Jamuns wrapped loosely in a newspaper (yes, you read it right) from an old lady outside our school premise. And the stubborn purple stain on our uniform, tongue and hands would never let us hide our mischief from mom.
“Life has many ways of testing a person’s will, either by having nothing happen at all or by having everything happen all at once.” ~ Paulo Coelho
Life throws challenges when we least expect it. I received a call from ‘Deccan Chronicle’, an Indian daily news paper the other day.
“We have been browsing your blog and are very impressed, would you consider being a columnist for our daily?” a media representative inquired in a sweet voice on other end.
With on- going workshops and a food styling project I was not sure if I can commit myself for one another work. I asked her a days time to decide and called my hubby.
“I feel you should take up this challenge. I can see you getting lazy and comfortable within your comfort zone. This might help you create new possibilities in your career” He answered.
Growing up, we rarely had Pasta in our menu. Not that Pasta was easily available in India, it was non-existent in mom’s kitchen. The only recipe I could remember which remotely resembled today’s Pasta was our indigenous Daal Dhokli. Hmm…those delicate stripes of whole grain pasta…err…Dhoklis floating in spicy lentil broth…I would never trade my hot steamy bowl of Daal Dhoklis for any fancy pasta, not in the least.
But no matter how creatively you present these traditional recipes, children are children, they fail to notice.
As your children grow older, your sayings on the dinning table fall off and your food preferences are put to shelf.
Baking bites, breakfast medley, granolas »
“Remember the tiny kiosk where we had kulhar (mud pots) tea near Jhulaghat, that small village we stopped by for breakfast alongside river Kali, and the green house we barged in for lunch….everything is washed away in flood.” She told in one breath.
My heart feels heavy every time I watch the happenings in Uttarakhand, India on television. The early heavy rains, flash floods and landslides in Uttarakhand or Uttaranchal last month have devastated this beautiful hill station of India.
I called ‘M’ my childhood friend from Uttarakhand the other day to inquire about her family. She could not stop cribbing about the mindless construction of illegal hotels and resorts by outsiders on river beds all around the valley leading to deforestation. “Hazards are inevitable, but such human activities convert hazards into catastrophe…and that’s what we are facing right now” I could feel the despair and vulnerability in her voice.