When it comes to cooking iam not an expert cook.....but after 6years of marriage still an experimenting cook(ofcourse 'experimenting' looks more fascinating than 'average') .In my husbands words no curry tastes the same way as it tasted the first time(once it is more salt..next time it is no salt ;))Whenever i try to experiment any new variety...he is sure to call in the lunch time and tell me that unexpextedly they are going for a team lunch...and he will not be able to come for lunch.In the initial days i thought poor guy he cannot taste the my new receipe.But it was poor me ...i never realised the team lunch was trick to escape my cooking.
Now i have 2 food testers at hand(my kids).......whatever i make they give their undisputed judgement.(either spit it or eat it.)There father has grown cleverer too.......he tries anything based on the judgement.
Now coming to my experiment i always wanted to make a cake.a simple ordinary cake.which i had a fancy since my childhood days.My aunt (fathers sister)used to make yummy cakes...but somehow it never worked out the same way in my house(my mother was an employee).So i always was eager to try my hand at it.When i came to US the first thing that made me happy was the oven we have here.after few days of settling down here the insect(caking baking)started biting me.As usual my husband was convinced that if once the baking process started i will start my experiments too.So when ever i bought the topic of getting the cakepan......he always used to convince me "why u want to take so much pains Rachana..in India v make cakes bcause v dont get fresh.Here in US u get huge number of varieties..and flavors why do u trouble ur self with baking .when u can get it from the shop.Dont strain yourself with the kid around..try to take rest".
With that discussion i would convince my self that i needed rest.
But u know the insect didnt keep quiet even if i wanted to....so one fine morning i borrowed a cakepan from my dear neighbour and began my adventure.I had the recipe from my aunt...by then i knew how to opertae the oven.i just mixed the ingredients and baked it.It was a disaster...i didnt knew i had to use a blender for the batter.i wanted to try again the next day before returning the pan.i tried again that was a blunder.then i understood the wise sayings of my saint husband and promised myself that i will not try baking again.
i have a cousin...who is a good cook.i happened to stay at her place few days........when i told her my story abt my cakebaking.........she was rolling with laughter.She showed me the actual procedure.........but i never dared to go into baking again.Yesterday........ie two years after my big promise......i bought a cakepan........ofcourse without my husbands knowledge.Today was the big day ............my childhood dream...my second eanings in baking came true.I had made the cake..(Bigthing being it was edible)I made the cake..........i wanted to go to the top of the building and shout i made it.My judges had given meA+.this was a crowning success.(i couldnt shout aloud.......thinking that might be lodged as nuissance case.)I am writing in my blog so that the "D"day is remembered (and celebrated by the coming generations!)
And some people are unhappy though.....thinking were my second eanings would take me too.
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Acharyadevo bhava......
Today after many days i was going through the newspaper...i read an article about a famous and one of my favorite poet Robert Frost.The author discussed the style of Frost..and listed his famous works.There was one particular poem i liked most.Actually i cannot help but remember my english teacher who had introduced me to poetry.
She was Ms.Padmavathi .And she taught us English.I think she was in love with that subject,bcause when she took the class she mesmerised us with her words and took the whole class into a trans.Never before we had that experience in learning something.And i believe a person who is heartfully involved into something can only achieve it.
We had a poem "The Road Not Taken"written by Robert frost in our sylabus.she took a class(40 min) only telling us about the author and his style.the next class was about the poem.she explained so beautifully that i have the picture of that poem still fresh in my mind.V always read about the author,but it was only as an answer to one of the questions...but she taught us that a poem is the identity of the poet.And i was so touched by the poem..the next i was in the class with a picture i painted about the poem.It was not a master piece......someeven laughed at it.But my teacher was all appreciation for it.I didnt want a praise.........but somehow the meaning of the poem touched me.That was the beginning...i started understanding or should i say trying to understand the poems....my love for lietrature started.Each lesson she told...each poem recited is so alive in my memory.She introduced me to many authors....Iam debted to her.I dont know after so many years if she remembers me.But i will always salute her in my heart.
I never knew a teacher could influence some one so immensly.we were 63 in our class.I dont know what the other 62 felt or understood.but to me it was a memorable journey with her.
Hats of teacher.Whereever you r and whatever you are doing now......i always remember u.I cannot forget the gift you gave me..the gift of knowledge.
The poem i was talking about is"The Road not taken"
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the tother, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy ans wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -
I took the one less traveled by
And that has made all the difference.
She was Ms.Padmavathi .And she taught us English.I think she was in love with that subject,bcause when she took the class she mesmerised us with her words and took the whole class into a trans.Never before we had that experience in learning something.And i believe a person who is heartfully involved into something can only achieve it.
We had a poem "The Road Not Taken"written by Robert frost in our sylabus.she took a class(40 min) only telling us about the author and his style.the next class was about the poem.she explained so beautifully that i have the picture of that poem still fresh in my mind.V always read about the author,but it was only as an answer to one of the questions...but she taught us that a poem is the identity of the poet.And i was so touched by the poem..the next i was in the class with a picture i painted about the poem.It was not a master piece......someeven laughed at it.But my teacher was all appreciation for it.I didnt want a praise.........but somehow the meaning of the poem touched me.That was the beginning...i started understanding or should i say trying to understand the poems....my love for lietrature started.Each lesson she told...each poem recited is so alive in my memory.She introduced me to many authors....Iam debted to her.I dont know after so many years if she remembers me.But i will always salute her in my heart.
I never knew a teacher could influence some one so immensly.we were 63 in our class.I dont know what the other 62 felt or understood.but to me it was a memorable journey with her.
Hats of teacher.Whereever you r and whatever you are doing now......i always remember u.I cannot forget the gift you gave me..the gift of knowledge.
The poem i was talking about is"The Road not taken"
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the tother, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy ans wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -
I took the one less traveled by
And that has made all the difference.
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