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This is hands down the best mayo I've ever tasted. I've used it on burgers, wraps and as a dip it tastes fantastic and is heart healthy too. If you can get your hands on basil and avocado do try this out.&lt;br /&gt;
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Avocado and Basil Mayo:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.drbenkim.com/avocado-basil-mayo-recipe.html"&gt;http://www.drbenkim.com/avocado-basil-mayo-recipe.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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2 ripe avocados, pitted, scooped and cut into cubes&lt;br /&gt;
handful of basil leaves&lt;br /&gt;
2Tb olive oil (I omitted this)&lt;br /&gt;
2Tb lemon juice&lt;br /&gt;
1 garlic clove, minced&lt;br /&gt;
salt and pepper to taste&lt;br /&gt;
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1) Combine the basil, garlic and salt and blend to a paste.&lt;br /&gt;
2) Add the avocado and blend till smooth.&lt;br /&gt;
3) Mix in the oil, lemon juice, salt and pepper.&lt;br /&gt;
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If you are thinking, "why has she put the dressing on a soup spoon"&lt;br /&gt;
short answer- I have a 17 mo.&lt;br /&gt;
long answer- If this was in a bowl he would have managed to put his entire face in the bowl. He didn't even leave the spoon alone, he kept chanting "icheem-u, icheem-u" (ice cream). Out of the 10 photo I managed to click with great difficulty, 8 were out of focus as I was fending him off with 1 hand and clicking with the other- not easy.&lt;br /&gt;
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Hows the WFPD going?&lt;br /&gt;
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I am on week 2 no sugar, no APF, no fried food I thought I would die not so. But guess what my un-co-operative, un-considerate and sugar crazy husband did last weekend. He bought a salted caramel sundae from Haagen-Dazs at the mall and the woman asked, "and you? You don't want anything?" (we are regulars (can one even say this about an ice cream store?!) so she knows us pretty well) I said, "no I will share his" and he said, "she is on a diet". I wanted to decorate his head with that sundae but I just composed myself and smiled a 10 volt smile and bolted from there. He did something even more wicked- he stored half a cup of that sundae in the freezer. I had to fight the temptation to taste it (just salivated whenever I opened the freezer).&lt;br /&gt;
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I don't know how many inches I have lost as my boy has misplaced the measuring tape. But one can check for weight loss without a tape. How? Just stand in front of the mirror and shake, if things jiggle you haven't lost anything. In my case still some amount of jiggling. And all this exercise and dieting just got me thinking it is SO hard to get a six pack or lose them evil fat parcels called muffin top (which looks cut on a muffin definitely not on the hips).&lt;br /&gt;
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Another thing - I used to have terrible headaches every time I watched too much TV, too much internet (too much =40mins) or even cutting onions. I had to take pills else my day would be ruined. Its been 2 weeks no headache nothing *fingers crossed* is it because of the diet? And as you know I am not a doctor/nurse/nutritionist, this is just my observation.&lt;br /&gt;
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Another thing (I am still not done yet) do you like adai? I L.O.V.E adai and yes you guessed it right J doesn't. But I am not concerned about him too much cos except for sugar he doesn't like anything much. I found 2 amazing adai recipes that you must try, listen J ate 5 of them in 1 sitting so thats saying something-&lt;br /&gt;
1)&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.sharmispassions.com/2012/01/oats-adai-recipe-oats-breakfast-recipes.html"&gt;http://www.sharmispassions.com/2012/01/oats-adai-recipe-oats-breakfast-recipes.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
2) &lt;a href="http://www.egglesscooking.com/2009/02/18/cracked-wheat-moong-dal-crepes/"&gt;http://www.egglesscooking.com/2009/02/18/cracked-wheat-moong-dal-crepes/&lt;/a&gt; (I substituted cracked wheat instead of the oats and followed the recipe of the oats adai)&lt;br /&gt;
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Now I think I am done, have an awesome day y'all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456828038759013152-6361856289761337657?l=masalavade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Sorry for the delay in posting, weekends are SO busy. Anyway here you go,
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&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/10280473@N03/6708586579/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" title="2 by masalavade, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="2" height="320" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7007/6708586579_a3b752af63_m.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/10280473@N03/6708586475/" title="1 by masalavade, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="1" height="320" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7143/6708586475_f7986c0f1c_m.jpg" width="246" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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See those love handles? Ugh. I hate them and see the extra fat hanging off the arms yuck yuck yuck. When I wave at people I only want my hand to wave not other things.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have saved the best for last-&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/10280473@N03/6708586719/" title="3 by masalavade, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="3" height="194" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7016/6708586719_583a27b8a6_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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If you are still alive read the measurements-&lt;br /&gt;
Waist- 35'&lt;br /&gt;
R. thigh- 22'&lt;br /&gt;
L. thigh- 21.5'&lt;br /&gt;
Arms- 10.5'&lt;br /&gt;
Weight- 123lbs&lt;br /&gt;
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I had my last sweet sugary bubble tea yesterday. I bought almond milk (I don't like soy milk) surprisingly it tasted better than cows milk. We shall see how this goes.&lt;br /&gt;
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Oh wait before you go I just have to show you my hilarious and weird Shankaranti platter. Its just too funny,&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;methi-palak muthias from Tarla Dalal, green chutney, rava ladoos, ridgegourd chutney and Idiyappam from Raghavan Iyer's 660 curries. I know it looks like a normal day menu for some of you (which is why I had to put this up!), but I so done with searching for menu. Cooking is the easy part coming up with a menu is hard. How was your festival hopefully you made something more delish than my sad platter!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456828038759013152-1507672445722892990?l=masalavade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I lost 2lbs and thats it, the number on the scale has not changed at all. I have not lost lbs or inches. Then few days ago I watched the documentary "Forks over knives". It was about two doctors who proved that with a whole foods plant-based diet (WFPD) one can overcome high cholesterol, diabetes and other ailments (in addition to losing weight). You can get all the information about the movie here- &lt;a href="http://www.forksoverknives.com/about/synopsis/"&gt;http://www.forksoverknives.com/about/synopsis/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.nomeatathlete.com/forks-over-knives-review/"&gt;http://www.nomeatathlete.com/forks-over-knives-review/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ah? I do not eat meat so what is it with me and belly fat? Then I looked at my kitchen counter, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c9h5-gGfP9M/TxBcxyk6DmI/AAAAAAAAJvM/Iv0EuBZ2AAw/s1600/IMG_0664.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c9h5-gGfP9M/TxBcxyk6DmI/AAAAAAAAJvM/Iv0EuBZ2AAw/s400/IMG_0664.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697155539083595362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Veggie chips are not mine (I hate American snacks, I find them too bland) it belongs to J (and like you, I am also wondering why he picked up that huge bag from Costco). Those fried peanuts and channa chor are mine. Coated with besan and spices then deep fried yummm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-The chocolates belong to J, that doesn't stop me from popping 1 or 2 or 3 during the day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Biscuits, are bought for my kiddo (who does not like them) he eats may be 1/4 of it and puts the rest in my mouth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Also not there in the picture is a huge bowl of gulab jamun I made last weekend. They call out to me every morning and night "eat me, eat me" they say and how can I say 'nay"?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I think I know now why belly fat wants to be my BFF. So I have decided to make myself the guinea pig for this experiment, where I will eliminate the following food items for 4 weeks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- dairy: milk, ghee, butter, cheese EXCEPT yogurt. I am a South Indian I cannot do without my curd rice. However I am going to limit myself to only 1/2 c of yogurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- sugar: (I want to die right now sniff..) I intend to use Agave/honey instead again very moderately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- all processed food like all purpose flour, white bread etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the movie they eliminated even oil (even olive oil because it was refined/processed product) I have no clue how to do a tadka or saute onions without oil. So I plan on use oil but less than 1Tb. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How long is this torture, I mean experiment going to last?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 weeks. Starting from Monday Jan 16th till Feb 13th. Why Monday and not today? I have to stock up on fruits and non-dairy milk and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;also make some sweets for Sankaranti&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Workout plans?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I absolutely hate walking/jogging. It bores me to death. I need something intense, something that will make me sweat like a pig, pant like a dog and the workout should just fly by and not give my brain a chance to get bored. So I will be doing Chalene Johnson's Turbo Fire and Jillian Micheals' Ripped in 30 (its not new I have been doing them so I will just continue with those workouts).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is going to be easy and hard. Easy because I don't like cheese/ghee/butter, hard because I love me some cakes/ice creams/shakes/juice/fried items. I usually don't do such drastic diet changes, the only time I did such a thing was going on a stupid no-carb diet with a friend for 1 week. It was SO horrible, I was still in school at that time, I just couldn't focus and was hungry all the time ( I mean what can a vegetarian eat on a no-carb diet?! and what the hell was I thinking going on that diet!),this seems hard but very much doable. And I do expect very drastic results by drastic I mean like 4 inches off my waist that kind of thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know what some of you might be thinking, 'why are you putting this up on the blog?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) this blog is almost dead wait it is already dead. I don't go out, we have no social life whatsoever so there is not much that I can write about. I seriously considered closing down this site, because I don't like things to be in limbo (like this site write 1 post and disappear for 2 months) and I don't want to write crap just for the sake of writing because I am a severe OCD case, I don't like half-assed jobs. I mean if a recipe says roll the cookie dough to 8' by 13' I will get a measuring tape and measure my dough, I am that anal (or nut loose, no wonder I love Alton Brown). So this WFPD experiment will give me something to write or maybe even some recipes to share. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) I also thought about making a private blog and writing about my WFPD experiment (I have to document it because I want my mom and sister to read about it) but there might be people who have the belly fat-BFF thing going on so it might help/motivate someone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; Get ready for Sunday cos &lt;/span&gt;I am going to be posting pictures (who doesn't like before and after photos?!) and all the measurements. It is going to get ugly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are really good to watch,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.doctoroz.com/videos/diet-changes-lower-disease-risk-pt-1"&gt;http://www.doctoroz.com/videos/diet-changes-lower-disease-risk-pt-1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.doctoroz.com/videos/diet-changes-lower-disease-risk-pt-2"&gt;http://www.doctoroz.com/videos/diet-changes-lower-disease-risk-pt-2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.doctoroz.com/videos/5-Foods-That-Cut-Cancer-Risk-Pt-1"&gt;http://www.doctoroz.com/videos/5-Foods-That-Cut-Cancer-Risk-Pt-1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.doctoroz.com/videos/5-Foods-That-Cut-Cancer-Risk-Pt-2"&gt;http://www.doctoroz.com/videos/5-Foods-That-Cut-Cancer-Risk-Pt-2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456828038759013152-1128908361518195717?l=masalavade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Z-cYBKq_axN-pQ4RQ_7uDNUlg9U/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Z-cYBKq_axN-pQ4RQ_7uDNUlg9U/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MasalaVade/~4/RvQJDdq8DOc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://masalavade.blogspot.com/feeds/7486892218766144301/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://masalavade.blogspot.com/2011/11/weighty-issues.html#comment-form" title="8 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456828038759013152/posts/default/7486892218766144301?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456828038759013152/posts/default/7486892218766144301?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MasalaVade/~3/RvQJDdq8DOc/weighty-issues.html" title="Weighty Issues" /><author><name>SJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933789207401658867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NHwDA4E-Yjc/SZtVB8d9EQI/AAAAAAAAFdY/D7vqqvHYEp8/S220/sumajay.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/EGckztd9x-8/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>8</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://masalavade.blogspot.com/2011/11/weighty-issues.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUIBQnc7fCp7ImA9WhZVFUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456828038759013152.post-3035052705810799401</id><published>2011-05-28T03:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T03:25:53.904-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-28T03:25:53.904-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Crap" /><title>SJ gyaan</title><content type="html">The term 'butterflies in my stomach' is ridiculous. Nobody has swallowed a butterfly whole to see if its going to flutter or drown in the HCl pool of your stomach. From this day on I coin a new term for that sick feeling you get in your stomach when you are anxious. Its called "loose motion feeling' nothing to laugh about. Everyone has had loose motion at least once in their life and know that 'gudu-gudu' feeling in the stomach so its more apt than the butterfly one. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes, I am a born genius :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456828038759013152-3035052705810799401?l=masalavade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Yes, I know you guys must be shocked. Me, SJ the only-nonsense, 24/7 talking crap girl can't do small talk.  Two reasons- I can't say what I really want to say (that would be disastrous) and in some places I just want to get the job done and go home. The hair salon is a good example. Just cut my hair tell how much, I pay we say bye bye I prefer it this way and so do the people in the Desi hair salon. But that freaking place is 15mins drive and I have to wait for J to take me there. The local one is a 5min walk from my place and I just had to lose 1kg (what better and easy way to lose weight than to cut your hair). And this was what happened.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She- Hello, what you want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me (what I said &lt;i&gt;WS) - &lt;/i&gt;hair cut&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;      (what I wanted to say &lt;i&gt;WWS&lt;/i&gt;)- Bra fitting! WTH woman this is a hair salon right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She- You want shampoo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me WS- yes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;       WWS- hell yeah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know you folks but I love to get my hair washed by hands other than mine. Just sit back and relax while those hands work magic..aaahhh..just like chocolate melting in your mouth. ahhhh.... sooo nice...yeahh there that area has been itching for some days yessss....ahhh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She- My name Sun what yours?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WTH!!! Really, now? Introductions??!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me WS- SJ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;       WWS- Moon hahahhahaa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She- you from India?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me WS- yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;WWS-Is that why you woke me up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She- yeah I can tell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me WS- grin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;WWS- great. Next year's Noble award goes to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She- India people have thick hair. Yours so thick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me WS- grin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;       WWS- ayooo..aunty please stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She- what you do for such thick hair?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me WS- grin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;WWS- eat gobar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She- Now your hair heavy because its wet. Its heavy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me WS- yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;WWS- you want to weigh it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She- ha ha your face so leetil, hair so heavy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me WS- grin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;WWS- someone just kill me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We then proceeded to her station for the hair cut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cut cut cut&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She- so thick your hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me WS- grin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;WWS-  gun or machete which is better?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She- veeddy dry also...so much hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me WS-.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;WWS- Dear God, why thou me hatest?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cut cut cut cut cut cut cut cut cut cut cut cut cut cut cut cut cut cut remember its veddy thick cut cut cut cut cut cut cut cut cut cut &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She- done. you like it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me- yeah. Can you just blow dry also?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She- BLOW DRY? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The look on her face was just priceless LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She- Blow dry is extra 10$.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like that was going to deter me. I love a blow dry as much I love getting my hair shampooed by a stranger :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wheeeeeee..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She- so thick you need to thin it leetil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me WS- .......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;WWS- how? take bath in HCl?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She- ok all done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me WS-sigh (yeah I really did sigh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;WWS-Hallelujah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK now don't you guys start feeling sorry for Ms. Sun and start to think that I am a evil client. Ms. Sun convinced me that I needed some special shampoo and conditioner for my thick hair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J- You were gone for so long!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me- Yeah shampoo, cut and blow dry took time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J- how much ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me- 70$&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J- Whaaa?? Its just 20$ for a cut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me- Yeah, she made me buy some shampoo/conditioner and charged extra for the blow dry because I have 'veddy thick' hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J- The Desi salon is better, no?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me- ..............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456828038759013152-7438831197351967421?l=masalavade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Instead, Bheera captures Ragini. Vikram with that let loose monkey and several other extras dressed in army outfits (really army to capture a bandit?) set out to bring back Ragini and to catch Bheera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 1: Interaction between Bheera and Ragini, part 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bheera- bak bak bak jhik jhik jhik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ragini- screech I am not afraid of you..I am not afraid of death screeechhh…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bheera- bak bak jhik jhik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vikram drool drip drip… comes to the place where Ragini was held captive. He sees her dress, drops on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream scene-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ragini in ultra short blouse and low waist saree calls herself a classical dancer, teaches dance to 50 kids in her cramped 1 bedroom flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ragini- jatak matak ooo look at my tiny waist jatak and my smooth skin matak matak…I can’t act but who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vikram – my dear Raginiiiii…boohoooo….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of dream scene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 3: Interaction between Bheera and Ragini, part 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bheera- bak bak bak jhik jhik jhik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ragini- screechhhhhhhhhhhhhhh …arches eyebrows, fake tears..screechhhh… Thank god for water-proof eyeliners screechhh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 4: Bheera and Vikram clash on a bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vikram- ohh look at my muscles, they look so good in this ultra tight Roopa baniyan. Dishumm dishum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bheera- Saalee… dishum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;London Bridge is falling down, falling down, both of them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 5: Who gets Ragini?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bheera emerges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bheera- I am donating you to that guy. Have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bheera disappears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vikram emerges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vikram- Awesome baniyan material, I fell 30 ft not a hole in the cloth. Must get some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vikram- Ragini, I can see that you are ok. Where is Bheera? Dammit I missed him. Next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ragini- Bats eyelids..fake tears. Haila! my heroooo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 6: Agni..something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vikram- You must have done some hanky-panky with Bheera no? You were with him for 14 days and 14 NIGHTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ragini- What rubbish. Who told you so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vikram- Bheera only. If you are really telling the truth take a polygraph test. (I SWEAR this is what he tells her).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ragini- What?! Arches eyebrows, bats eyelids…Noooo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vikram- Stop your eye exercise, you are making me nauseas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ragini- Gasp! How rude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pulls the red lever meant to stop a train during emergency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vikram- Who is going to pay the fine for pulling that lever? Your maama?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 7: Ragini confronts Bheera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ragini- What did you tell my pati?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bheera- That you are even more shiny and pure than 24ct gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ragini- Pupils dialate. Reaaallyyyyy??? How shweettt…. Vikram didn’t believe me, he said things. Things that I cannot tell you in public. Fake tears….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bheera- Really? Will you stay with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ragini- Arches eyebrows, bats eyelids…giggle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bheera- I love what you do with your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ragini- arches eyebrows, bats eyelids…giggle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bheera- Waiiiiiiitttttt a minitteee… Does he know you are here? He has used you as a bait to locate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ragini- Chee don’t be silly. If he had that much budhi, he would have caught you long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 8: Last scene THANK GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tan tan tanadannnnaaaannnnnnnnnnn…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vikram comes with the entire Indian army and all the Alsatian dogs in Bangalore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vikram- Hasta la vista Bheera..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ragini- Noooo… eess koo maath maarooo….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vikram- Ragini, come I will get you the Cover girl lash blast mascara, come here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ragini- sachi muchi? Ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doom doom doom…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bheera- ahhhh….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dudhak. RIP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div&gt;Rating- 2/10 (2 is only for Vikram). Mani Ratnam please take VRS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS1- This piece is dedicated to my friend K who is struggling in Basel without entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS2- I am sorry this space was ignored for so many months. I am occupied with other things right now and this space shall be dusted occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS3- Its not good to take such long breaks. It took me so long to write this crap review, you guys better leave a nice comment, if you are leaving one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS 4- To that nut job who is leaving me a comment in Chinese or Japanese or Korean for the Dorie Greenspan post, stop it. 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I knew I was getting something interesting (I was secretly praying for cookies :P) Guess what I got?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/10280473@N03/4285291723/" title="IMG_6323 by masalavade, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4025/4285291723_d9e7dc6f4f_b.jpg" width="665" height="486" alt="IMG_6323" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WOOHOO!!! If you are on my Orkut friend list you will know of my mental obsession with this book! So anyway I decided to bake something (Hallelujah!) and settled on this,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/10280473@N03/4286026786/" title="Sables by masalavade, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2797/4286026786_f61b8a46ce_b.jpg" width="665" height="452" alt="Sables" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sables/Shortbread cookies:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 sticks unsalted butter, at room temperature&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/2 C sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/4 C powdered sugar, sifted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/2 tsp salt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 large egg yolks, at room temperature&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 C all purpose flour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coarse sugar for decorating&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Using a hand/stand mixer beat the butter till smooth and very creamy. Add the sugars and beat until well blended, about 1 minute. The mixture should be smooth and velvety, not fluffy and airy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Reduce mixer speed to low and beat in the egg yolks, again beating till the mixture is homogenous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Add the flour and mix using a spatula, until the dough looks uniformly moist. The dough will not clean the sides of the bowl nor will it come together in a ball. You want to work the dough AS LITTLE AS POSSIBLE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Divide the dough in half and shape each piece into a smooth log about 9 inches long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) Wrap the logs well and refrigerate them for at least 3 hours (or overnight).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) Preheat the oven to 350F. Line the baking sheets with parchment paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) Remove the log of dough from the refrigerator, unwrap it and place it on a parchment paper. Brush some yolk all over the sides of the dough- this is the glue0 then sprinkle the entire surface of the log with coarse sugar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8) Slice the log into 1/3 - 1/2 inch thick cookies ( no thinner than 1/4 inch). Place the round on the baking sheets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9) Bake foe 17-20 mins. When properly baked the cookies will be light brown on the bottom, lightly golden  around the edges and pale on top. Remove from the oven and let it rest a minute before carefully lifting them onto a rack to cool to room temperature.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/10280473@N03/4285288695/" title="IMG_6318 by masalavade, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2764/4285288695_1782c149a8_b.jpg" width="665" height="443" alt="IMG_6318" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dorie says, "..the cookie is both crumbly and melt-in-the-mouth tender; and it has an anytime rightness that makes it perfect with atall glass of milk, a bowl of ice cream or a basket of berries..." What she doesn't say is that they are highly addictive, you just cannot stop at one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shalini, thanks much for the book and I hope D and you enjoy the cookies as much we did!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456828038759013152-6477551420096602437?l=masalavade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/3f36Uo6vhgg-_Na5I5m4JuWeRy0/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/3f36Uo6vhgg-_Na5I5m4JuWeRy0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MasalaVade/~4/lZEmKdF-vkY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://masalavade.blogspot.com/feeds/6477551420096602437/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://masalavade.blogspot.com/2010/01/dorie-greenspans-sables.html#comment-form" title="25 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456828038759013152/posts/default/6477551420096602437?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456828038759013152/posts/default/6477551420096602437?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MasalaVade/~3/lZEmKdF-vkY/dorie-greenspans-sables.html" title="Dorie Greenspan's Sables" /><author><name>SJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933789207401658867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NHwDA4E-Yjc/SZtVB8d9EQI/AAAAAAAAFdY/D7vqqvHYEp8/S220/sumajay.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4025/4285291723_d9e7dc6f4f_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>25</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://masalavade.blogspot.com/2010/01/dorie-greenspans-sables.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0cNR3Y_fyp7ImA9WxBQFEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456828038759013152.post-5219886653541108401</id><published>2010-01-14T06:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T07:11:36.847-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-14T07:11:36.847-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Crap" /><title>Winter blues</title><content type="html">I have no mood &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...to read, the books I got from the library are just rotting away in the plastic bag.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...to take pictures. The camera, lenses and tripod are packed away in the closet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...to bake. The brand new Kitchen-Aid mixer that J got for me as an anniversary gift is still in the box. I don't even know the colour of the mixer, sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...to cook anything new. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...to even check out the scrap booking software J bought for me during Thanksgiving. And I love scarp booking. sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...to knit/crochet. Its been more than 2 months since I touched the yarn and needles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...to watch TV. I have not watched Ina Garten or Alton Brown for God knows how long. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...to blog. I started this post on Monday sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why? I suffer from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Seasonal_affective_disorder"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt; SAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt; I despise winter, to me its the worst season ever. It is perpetually cold, it gets dark early, everyone is covered from head to toe in heavy coats, its all white and gloomy, there is just no colour or life in winter ugh! And I don't even want to talk about snow *puke*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Summer where art thou?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS- if you are a winter lover and want to try to make me fall in love with winter. Save it. It is not going to work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456828038759013152-5219886653541108401?l=masalavade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/qo5XCRoCudsJKZIgi9TPDuyfjfc/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/qo5XCRoCudsJKZIgi9TPDuyfjfc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MasalaVade/~4/6fzSvVxwHVQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://masalavade.blogspot.com/feeds/3552290584073885756/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://masalavade.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-feel.html#comment-form" title="15 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456828038759013152/posts/default/3552290584073885756?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456828038759013152/posts/default/3552290584073885756?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MasalaVade/~3/6fzSvVxwHVQ/i-feel.html" title="I feel..." /><author><name>SJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933789207401658867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NHwDA4E-Yjc/SZtVB8d9EQI/AAAAAAAAFdY/D7vqqvHYEp8/S220/sumajay.jpg" /></author><thr:total>15</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://masalavade.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-feel.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcBRXg6cSp7ImA9WxBSFkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456828038759013152.post-4370035357448806353</id><published>2009-12-23T18:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T19:04:14.619-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-23T19:04:14.619-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Crap" /><title>Old age?</title><content type="html">Every time I finish cooking, J does a full inspection of the kitchen. Because I, sometimes (ok make that usually) forget to switch off the stove (mine is an electric stove not gas). Today was different. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decided to make &lt;a href="http://www.cookingandme.com/2009/12/hyderabad-style-bagara-baingan-recipe.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;this&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;and added 2Tb sesame seeds in the kadai and got stirring to get it all brown. Stir, stir, stir...for a full 15mins, still it was white as snow. Packet old? No. Genetically modified sesame seeds that probably don't brown? No. Maybe I had to stir around for some more time? No. May be the heat was not enough? Umm.... I hadn't even switched on the damn stove. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Should I be worried? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a side note the baingan dish came out good. And I would have saved 10mins if that stove was on. Dammit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456828038759013152-4370035357448806353?l=masalavade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/u_RYV6Dvp-vtwYPpUdtJ0OiPZM4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/u_RYV6Dvp-vtwYPpUdtJ0OiPZM4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MasalaVade/~4/NaLzFJ_JYWM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://masalavade.blogspot.com/feeds/4370035357448806353/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://masalavade.blogspot.com/2009/12/old-age.html#comment-form" title="16 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456828038759013152/posts/default/4370035357448806353?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456828038759013152/posts/default/4370035357448806353?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MasalaVade/~3/NaLzFJ_JYWM/old-age.html" title="Old age?" /><author><name>SJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933789207401658867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NHwDA4E-Yjc/SZtVB8d9EQI/AAAAAAAAFdY/D7vqqvHYEp8/S220/sumajay.jpg" /></author><thr:total>16</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://masalavade.blogspot.com/2009/12/old-age.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcGR3c7eSp7ImA9WxBTFUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456828038759013152.post-293083702875087052</id><published>2009-12-11T10:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T10:07:06.901-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-11T10:07:06.901-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Crap" /><title>Oh my gosh!</title><content type="html">I thought a news channel is supposed to report international/national news. News= war, famine, drought, politics, scientific breakthroughs and other such newsworthy items. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Star news I think you really ought to change your name to Star's Gossip News.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jlqj0h4WUaY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jlqj0h4WUaY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she is pregnant she has no choice, she &lt;i&gt;has&lt;/i&gt; to deliver the baby (and you guys will get the photos somehow)! So dumb 3mins 57sec analyzing why she threw some sand. And me another fool for watching it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456828038759013152-293083702875087052?l=masalavade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Well, for starters, I would advice you to watch Lonely planet on Discovery channel this show will give you more information about India and its people. I would also advice you to talk to Indians in your neighbourhood, avoid the ABCDs they have no clue about India. Visit the temples and the kitty parties hosted by fat desi aunties. But in general I would suggest you get chlorine bleach, iodine tablets, a doctor (if thats too expensive get tickets to Singapore), frozen food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;2) What is advisable to eat and drink in India? - Pat&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey Pat, this is a very good question. I have seen many tourists not taking this seriously and then end up spending time in the loo with dysentery than enjoy their trip. Indian people love to hand-handle their food i.e, they touch food with their bare hands with no gloves (Egads!) I would advice you to stay off Indian food. Its best you bring pre-cooked pastas and frozen salads. The only thing safe to eat in India is raw vegetables and fruits. But remember to soak them in chlorine bleach before consuming them. I would suggest you drink all the water you can before you board the flight and get some rubber water bottles (the ones seen in the movie Laurence of Arabia). If you are desperately thirsty drink soda made only by the Coca Cola or Pepsi company.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;3) Do people understand English and other foreign languages? - Mark&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi Mark! You have to understand India is a third world country. There are not many schools or internet cafes. Indians can speak only their native tongue. In some parts of India (especially teh rural areas) people only communicate through drawing on the walls (you must have seen this in Raise of the Neanderthal on Discovery). &lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;I would advice you to watch the parliament session and try to learn the native tongue and the drawings/sign languages from a gentleman named Laloo Prasad Yadav and his pals. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;4) Can I pay in Euro, US $ or through credit cards in India? - David&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;David, India does not accept foreign currencies. They still believe in the barter system. If you want to buy a tomato you have to trade your watch, if you want to buy a pastry (not a good decision) you have to give them your suitcase.&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;5) Should I use auto and bicycle rickshaws? - PK&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi PK, I would not recommend autos or rickshaws. They have been known to interchange the position of bones in the vertebra. I would suggest you rent a bullock cart (a bull attached to a wooden trolley) or an elephant. They are much cheaper and gentler on the bones. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;6) I have heard there are animals on the streets how should I deal with them? - Dan&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi Dan yes sadly animals rule the Indian roads. You might encounter a feral cow or dog. I would advice you to have some bananas and a packet of Parle-G (cookies for dogs) handy. Just in case they attack you throw these and you will be safe. Do not attempt to pet any of these animals, remember they are not domesticated they will bite and it will not be a good sight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;7) How should I handle beggars? - Linda&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi Linda I am so happy you asked this question. After the feral animals, its the beggars who are a menace. I would advice you not to look at them in the eye. If they run after you  turn around and give them a stern look. If its a child beggar, then just throw some cheap candy, get on your elephant and run for your dear life. If you find a woman begging with a baby and you pity her and would like to help her out. Stop. The baby is definitely not hers and she doesn't deserve any sympathy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;8) Do cell phones work in India? - Twiggy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Twiggy I am sorry to say mobile phones do not work in India. Most people used small boys as messengers to communicate information, but now since USA is pressurizing India to stop child labour, messenger-boys are not in vogue. Instead pigeons are being as communication gadgets. You can buy these pigeons at the local bazaars (markets) , if you buy 10 you get standard messages like "Hi I am fine", "Thank you", "No mention", "Want to watch drama tonight?", "Want to play kabbadi( it's a game where a man slaps his thighs shouting 'kabadi, kabadi' and try to grab another man's thighs)?" etc for free. Remember, custom messages are expensive so chose your words carefully.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;9) What do I do if I get sick? Are there good hospitals in India? - Jim&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh Jim! The last thing you want to do in India is get sick. There are no hospitals in India which offer medical care that you get in your country. You probably have to fly to Singapore or Malaysia to get medical attention. Also it is best that you get shots for tetanus, malaria, whooping cough, measles, polio, meningitis, hepatitis A to Z, STDs, chicken pox, small pox, H1N1 and other such diseases (See my book for the complete list) before you land in India. You can also hire a doctor to accompany you on your trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;10) Should I drink water? Is bottled water safe? - JJ&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOOO.. JJ avoid drinking water in India. The so called mineral water is nothing but clarified sewage water packaged in a plastic bottle. I would suggest you drink tender coconuts (coconut that still has its husk and the flesh has not hardened) to quench your thirst, but remember to drop an iodine tablet in the coconut before you drink it. Also remember to soak the straw in chlorine bleach before using it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;11) Generally speaking when is the best time to visit India? - Gordon&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Gordon anytime is ok to visit India. But get a gas mask to protect you from the pollution and smell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;12) How should I dress on the streets? - Diane&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi Diane I would advice you not to wear tank tops or mini skirts. They attract unnecessary attention from men. It would be best if you can find a saree or even better a nighty (a long house gown in plain colours or floral prints worn by Indian women) to cover your modesty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;13) Is there snow in India? - Emily&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes Emily, you just have to open the freezer and scrape the ice- instant snow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS- I didn't make up any of these dumb questions. I found them on a travel website. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456828038759013152-6312284430400275048?l=masalavade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I was supposed to post pictures from our trip but I was sick as a dog yesterday. This is what happened:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6am alarm: groaannn..I don't want to get up :( Got up with much difficulty made some crappy tomato rice. Packed J's dabba. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.30am: Tried to eat cereal, milk cold, no energy to reheat it in the microwave (!!!) Left it on the table. Hit the bed, croaked a bye to J from the bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8am: dreamt that I was in India eating Masala Dose (sigh!) Went back to sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11am: Got up hungry. Took a bath.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12 noon: Chatted with Nandu and stuffed that tomato rice, cereal still rotting on the table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1pm: puke&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2pm: SOS to J: not ok. Come home soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3pm: Hungry ate an apple and a banana. Cereal still rotting on the table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4pm: Puke&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5pm: SOS#2 to J: dying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6pm: Hungry, drank 1/2 glass milk. Cereal still rotting on the table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.20pm: puke&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7pm: dead on the bed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.15pm: J home, forces some crackers and a toast down my throat. Calls home to ask his mom what to do. " Get GluconD", J googles, "Where to get GluconD in USA?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8pm: puke, call J, "I want no GluconD, take me to a hospital!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9pm: Call to the nurse to see if I need to go to the hospital (WTH!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9.30pm: "all agents are busy at the moment please hold the line" Beethovan playing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9.45pm: "Hello, my name is Robin how can I help you?" (&lt;i&gt;"Ahh..I need a coffin 7 by 5 , rosewood can you get it? I need to get to a hospital!!!! ARGHHHHHHH") &lt;/i&gt; "Is the inside of your mouth dry?" yes, "How many times have you puked?" Ahh 5 times? "When did you pee last?" just now, "was it colourless, light yellow or dark yellow? &lt;i&gt;Rainbow colour&lt;/i&gt; ARGH!!!!! gimme a break! " OK you need to get to the emergency right away" Thats what I have been trying to tell you all along! Sheesh!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10.45pm: Hospital. height, weight, BP checked. You need IV&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11pm: In a hospital gown, on the bed with an IV inserted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12am: You are ok now, go home take rest and drink lots of fluids. &lt;i&gt;Thanks, can I buy some more of that IV fluid from you?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;12.30am: &lt;/i&gt;CVS, J searching for energy drinks, and GluconD (ARGH!!!) "&lt;i&gt;Mudu&lt;/i&gt; (means sweet/darling/pet in Kannada, thats what he calls me, so much love no?) I found glucose tablets &lt;i&gt;kane&lt;/i&gt;!" &lt;i&gt;Oh joy!&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12.45am: home. J dissolves 4 (!!!!!!!!) glucose tablets in water. It looks like orange sewage discharge. Discovers its chewable tablets not dissolvable. Sigh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1am: J realizes he hasn't had dinner yet. Decides to make french toast (!). Me still dead on the bed chewing glucose wishing I had another IV stuck to my arm. "&lt;i&gt;Mudu yenealla hakthya french toast ge?&lt;/i&gt; (what do you need for French toast?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 &lt;i&gt;motte, salpa haalu, sakre&lt;/i&gt;, vanilla essence (egg, milk, sugar, vanilla essence)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man brings the vessel which has an egg and some milk, to the bedroom "&lt;i&gt;eshtu haalu sakka&lt;/i&gt;?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haann..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Returns to the kitchen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;i&gt;sakre yeshtu?&lt;/i&gt;" (how much sugar?")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 spoon or how much ever you want (I can bet you he would have added 5-8 tablespoons)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Vanilla essence yeshtu?" (how much vanilla essence?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2-3 drops&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"yelli ede essence?" (where is it?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fridge, &lt;i&gt;I need that IV NOW&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"you have 3 different bottles here which one do I use?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"don't use the organic, its only for cakes. Don't use the Wilton one its for making buttercream. Use that Costco one"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Which pan do I use now"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GRAON!!! Use the small blue one ya! &lt;i&gt;I am calling the ER!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I have no idea what he did after this, I was a dead log and didn't wake up till 9am today. He was a real sweetheart though, he was rubbing my feet and trying to keep me warm, made toast (hey thats a big deal for someone who can't cook!), cut apples, made GluconD (LOL!!), left to work without waking me up :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I never want to get sick ever again. I do want to buy that IV fluid though, anyone has any clue where to get it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456828038759013152-7345971452599095300?l=masalavade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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But I just had to share this recipe with you. For those who don't know what burfi is I have tried to define it, this is what chocolate burfi means,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;chocolate = bliss, divine, I-love-you-even-if-you-are-fat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;burfi = awesome, drool, dribble&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;chocolate+burfi = Heaven&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that the technical part is all done lets get down to business of making this piece of heaven. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43220981@N03/4100749565/" title="IMG_4720 by SJY_knits, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2626/4100749565_a0538f2ecf_b.jpg" width="409" height="614" alt="IMG_4720" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ingredients: Source- Amma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; 1 tin condensed milk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cashewnuts a handful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cocoa powder 1/2 C&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Butter 50g&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sugar 3/4 C&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Grease a plate or baking pan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Toast the cashew nuts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Add the condensed milk, cocoa powder, butter and sugar in a &lt;i&gt;kadai&lt;/i&gt; or thick-bottom vessel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Start to stir on low heat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) Stir, stir, stir...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) The mixture will start to thicken and your arms will beg you to stop. Don't. You are burning 20Cal/min, keep going. Add the cashew nuts at this stage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) The mixture will start to come together as a ball- don't over do it, you will end up with chocolate itty-bitties!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8) Immediately pour into the greased plate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9) Smooth the surface.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10) Cut it into the size and shape you want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11) Cool completely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43220981@N03/4100715929/" title="IMG_4717 by SJY_knits, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2482/4100715929_b1146d9e2c_b.jpg" width="544" height="614" alt="IMG_4717" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you find that when you cut the slices, the mixture is still gooey, take it back to the heat and stir again. If it crumbles horribly...well...then...its chocolate chips :|&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43220981@N03/4101473712/" title="IMG_4722 by SJY_knits, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2488/4101473712_05407f6f65_m.jpg" width="160" height="240" alt="IMG_4722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43220981@N03/4100721237/" title="IMG_4725 by SJY_knits, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2662/4100721237_7e1616232b_m.jpg" width="160" height="240" alt="IMG_4725" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43220981@N03/4100723669/" title="IMG_4727 by SJY_knits, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2613/4100723669_b033a2a40f_m.jpg" width="160" height="240" alt="IMG_4727" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43220981@N03/4101481362/" title="IMG_4728 by SJY_knits, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2521/4101481362_0053df61b8_m.jpg" width="160" height="240" alt="IMG_4728" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have not altered the pictures in anyway, they are straight out of the camera, so you should get the same colour!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456828038759013152-1425095678422010871?l=masalavade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/eV2NzeQojSAeEGa0G3mFf1O1KtQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/eV2NzeQojSAeEGa0G3mFf1O1KtQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MasalaVade/~4/7NY1qZJN5mI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://masalavade.blogspot.com/feeds/1425095678422010871/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://masalavade.blogspot.com/2009/11/chocolate-burfi.html#comment-form" title="24 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456828038759013152/posts/default/1425095678422010871?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456828038759013152/posts/default/1425095678422010871?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MasalaVade/~3/7NY1qZJN5mI/chocolate-burfi.html" title="Chocolate Burfi" /><author><name>SJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933789207401658867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NHwDA4E-Yjc/SZtVB8d9EQI/AAAAAAAAFdY/D7vqqvHYEp8/S220/sumajay.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2626/4100749565_a0538f2ecf_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>24</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://masalavade.blogspot.com/2009/11/chocolate-burfi.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkMASXo_fip7ImA9WxNbEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456828038759013152.post-4566451127563015881</id><published>2009-11-12T06:14:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T15:40:48.446-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-12T15:40:48.446-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Wilton" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cake" /><title>Course 3, Cake 1</title><content type="html">I have nothing interesting to post. No insane thoughts, ramblings or rants. Nada. Zip. Yeah even I am shocked. So I am just going post pictures of the cake I did in yesterday's class. I am doing course 3 which is all about fondant. We were supposed to do this cake,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43220981@N03/4098582310/" title="IMG_4654 by SJY_knits, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2507/4098582310_5ed897018e_b.jpg" width="614" height="477" alt="IMG_4654" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Wilton book has some really amazing cakes but this one did not appeal to me at all. I had some free time this week and pretended to be this master chef. I wanted to do a mehendi (henna) cake with a big bow (I know bow and henna don't mix, but whatevah) so I drew out my design on a paper,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43220981@N03/4098291194/" title="IMG_4613 by SJY_knits, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2663/4098291194_9494b63659_b.jpg" width="614" height="409" alt="IMG_4613" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decided to use the 1st pattern dunno why. So this pattern repeat with a nice bow all done in burgundy ought to look like this,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43220981@N03/4098292500/" title="IMG_4620 by SJY_knits, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2725/4098292500_f9b9a15de5_b.jpg" width="614" height="512" alt="IMG_4620" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to class, the teacher said that specific bow has to be done 3 days prior to decorating, damn! So I settled for the less exciting bow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43220981@N03/4097515343/" title="IMG_4569 by SJY_knits, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2726/4097515343_e27b507329_b.jpg" width="614" height="471" alt="IMG_4569" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Made a pearl border in which all pearls were of different sizes :| Came home and sat doing the mehendi design on the cake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2781/4098288246_257334438c.jpg" width="333" height="500" alt="IMG_4602" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43220981@N03/4098286724/" title="IMG_4597 by SJY_knits, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2520/4098286724_7eb7fe15f0.jpg" width="333" height="500" alt="IMG_4597" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43220981@N03/4097526665/" title="IMG_4592 by SJY_knits, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2668/4097526665_8a3cf142f2.jpg" width="333" height="500" alt="IMG_4592" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43220981@N03/4098279682/" title="IMG_4591 by SJY_knits, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2479/4098279682_55aaff99c9.jpg" width="175" height="500" alt="IMG_4591" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It took me 3 hours to get the right colour, right consistency and the right look. And so there my finished cake,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43220981@N03/4097520671/" title="IMG_4576 by SJY_knits, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2762/4097520671_a51b0c1630_b.jpg" width="614" height="584" alt="IMG_4576" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are some lines which are a bit crooked (hate that) but overall I think it looked good. I was using cake box mixes for all my cakes (lack of time) this time I made a carrot cake from &lt;a href="http://www.marthastewart.com/recipe/john-barricellis-carrot-cake"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Martha Stewart's site&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. OMG it was awesome (I ate all the trimmings) well, anything that has 3 sticks of butter ( :O ) has to taste good! This cake itself is 4 layered with cream cheese frosting in between. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some final notes;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) I heart fondant, its so much better than buttercream decorating wise. You can do anything you want and if its smudged it can be fixed, unlike buttercream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Drawing on paper- easy and reproducing that on a cake -hardwork.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I going away for a few days to get away from this disgusting weather (did I tell you guys how much I ABHOR winter?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43220981@N03/4097539323/" title="IMG_4629 by SJY_knits, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2782/4097539323_ea1f79ddf0_b.jpg" width="409" height="614" alt="IMG_4629" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some place sunny and nice. I will be back with loads of pictures. I have a feeling this tree might want to join us. Poor thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2762/4098298848_01bbc20334_b.jpg" width="370" height="614" alt="IMG_4639" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456828038759013152-4566451127563015881?l=masalavade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/GSoUQHEBmfl3-QF50s8Hzuhlhfw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/GSoUQHEBmfl3-QF50s8Hzuhlhfw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MasalaVade/~4/GEByCkSJzFk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://masalavade.blogspot.com/feeds/4566451127563015881/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://masalavade.blogspot.com/2009/11/course-3-cake-1.html#comment-form" title="19 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456828038759013152/posts/default/4566451127563015881?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456828038759013152/posts/default/4566451127563015881?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MasalaVade/~3/GEByCkSJzFk/course-3-cake-1.html" title="Course 3, Cake 1" /><author><name>SJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933789207401658867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NHwDA4E-Yjc/SZtVB8d9EQI/AAAAAAAAFdY/D7vqqvHYEp8/S220/sumajay.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2507/4098582310_5ed897018e_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>19</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://masalavade.blogspot.com/2009/11/course-3-cake-1.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C04GQnY9eCp7ImA9WxNUFUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456828038759013152.post-5961768152634644706</id><published>2009-11-06T13:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T16:12:03.860-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-06T16:12:03.860-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Crap" /><title>Parents tell me something</title><content type="html">I have been thinking about this a lot and I want parents to give me an answer (don't worry its not something serious!). Well, last year we had some friends over. One couple had 3 kids (ages 3-5). The two boys were v. naughty they ran around the house smashing anything they could lay their hands on. Amazingly the parents didn't control (is that the word?) the kids, they just sat around watching them wreck my house. My poor husband was behind the kids the whole time. We do not have kids, my house is not kid friendly. We have wires, plugs points and cords all over the house (not kid safe), the last thing both of us wanted is one of the kid getting his finger stuck in a socket (In fact I saw the brother and sister playing with an extension cord when I stepped into the bedroom to get something). Add to our misery we live in a freaking apartment with not many kids. People living in apartments in this country will know how sound travels. Both of us were afraid that the tenants living below us would complain to the leasing office. It made no sense trying to stop these super energetic kids from playing, and seemed more wise to take them downstairs. Well that didn't happen. Why? &lt;div&gt;" If there are kids, there will be noise and people should accept it" said the Dad. I was speechless (which is v. rare). Then he proceeded to tell us how on a recent trip to India the kids were getting restless and started kicking the seats in the front. The lady who was in that seat turned around and asked the father to make the kids stop. The father told the lady, "I can't, I can't control the kids. What do you want me to do? Where can I take them?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He then proceeded to dis that woman. Apparently she was an American and according to him, Americans have no patience. Why? Because the kids kicked an old Indian woman (God knows how many people got kicked on that flight!) and she said, "oh its ok after all they are kids". J looked at me and I looked at him. That was our only reaction!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First of all saying Americans have no patience is such BS. Patience is not something connected to race or religion. It depends on the person. I am an Indian and if my seat is being kicked constantly I would definitely ask the parents to do something. Imagine people, the journey to India is a freaking 16 hour flight with 1 stop over and 3 different time zones. You would have just finished dinner in flight # 1, hop onto the next flight and get ready to have breakfast in flight #2! Strange smells begin to emanate from fellow passengers (gag), there is nothing interesting to watch on those damn 3" TV, no trees or cars outside the window only stupid white clouds, legs slowly begin to cramp, you are no longer interested in the peanuts or orange juice (C'mon you drank 10 of those already!), you can't feel the roar of the engine or tell if the stupid thing is moving at all! I hate the journey, the only thing that keeps me sane is the thought of meeting my family (and pigging out on street food!). Being a grown up if I've issues flying I can imagine what torture it must be for kids. I can understand how tough it is to look after 3 kids and keep them entertained for 16 hours. But I believe that once you decide to become a parent, you have signed that "agreement" to be in charge of them 24/7. You cannot blame another person for your kid's discomfort and misbehavior. I am just curious what you guys think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you think its fair to ask others to adjust while the kids are creating a ruckus? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How do you guys manage to keep kids entertained on long flights? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Colouring books and video games can keep kids aged 5 and above entertained, but how do you manage smaller kids?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS- I have an extremely naughty nephew and one day he was just going bonkers. He kept pulling my dupatta and used it as a rope to hang from my neck (like Tarzan). I kept telling him to stop it (in my nicest voice) he didn't stop. I had to smack him :| And his mom (God knows where she was all this time) came in and saw her son crying. She instead of telling him it was wrong to misbehave started to dis me (Hello!!??? are you blind?) one thing she said was, "You guys will know only when you have kids." WTF!!! I have managed to keep away from her and her son from that time onwards!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456828038759013152-5961768152634644706?l=masalavade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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As kids we used to separate the biscuits and lick the chocolate cream that held the two biscuits, then eat those sugar crystals that were sprinkled on the biscuit then finally we got to the actual biscuit! My mom used to make Bourbon biscuits quite often. I got the recipe from her sometime ago and decided to give it a try today. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a title="IMG_4495 by masalavade, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/10280473@N03/4070407182/"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_4495" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2544/4070407182_24753c92f5.jpg" width="500" height="318" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;3 tsp cocoa powder&lt;br /&gt;250g all purpose flour&lt;br /&gt;120g butter&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp baking soda&lt;br /&gt;120g sugar&lt;br /&gt;2 tsp honey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the cream:&lt;br /&gt;25g butter&lt;br /&gt;50g powdered sugar&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp cocoa powder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Preheat oven to 375 F.&lt;br /&gt;2) Cream the softened butter and sugar till fluffy and light. Mix in the honey.&lt;br /&gt;3) Sieve the flour, baking soda and cocoa powder.&lt;br /&gt;4) Mix the dry and wet ingredients together to form a soft dough (add milk if it doesn't form the dough).&lt;br /&gt;5) Roll out the dough on a parchment paper covered surface. Cut into 2" long biscuits.&lt;br /&gt;6) Sprinkle sugar on the biscuits and bake for 15-20 mins.&lt;br /&gt;7) Cool on a wire rack.&lt;br /&gt;8) Mix the butter, sugar and cocoa powder and smear it on the cooled biscuit. Cover it with another biscuit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a title="IMG_4509_1 by masalavade, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/10280473@N03/4070368214/"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_4509_1" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2627/4070368214_c548e37904.jpg" width="500" height="292" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notes:&lt;br /&gt;1) The biscuit by itself was very crisp but a bit too sweet (I wonder why!). Next time I'm going to decrease the quantity of sugar and up the amount of cocoa instead.&lt;br /&gt;2) I would increase the quantity of cocoa in the cream also next time. Or omit the cream totally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot recollect the taste of the biscuits that my mom made, but if it were this sweet then its no wonder why we got all hyper when she took out that over of hers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a title="IMG_4524 by masalavade, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/10280473@N03/4069613525/"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_4524" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2596/4069613525_913bcee500.jpg" width="333" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogs dictate my dinner menu (somedays!). &lt;a href="http://yumfactor.blogspot.com/"&gt;Arch&lt;/a&gt; posted her kasuri methi aloo gobi today and I made it for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a title="IMG_4535 by masalavade, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/10280473@N03/4070376006/"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_4535" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3490/4070376006_0866ab6139.jpg" width="333" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very, very tasty! Get the recipe &lt;a href="http://yumfactor.blogspot.com/2009/11/kasuri-methi-aloo-gobi.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, thanks Arch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456828038759013152-6398612586851506662?l=masalavade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Read it only if you want to, if not go away don't crib</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This post is all about me, myself and I. If you are against boasting and believe that people shouldn't constantly harp on their achievements, then I will give you 2 ways to avoid feeling sucky. If you own a Mac, take your cursor to the upper left-hand side corner, you see that small red button with a cross? Click on that. If you have a PC, the button is on the upper right-hand side corner. When that button is pressed it will take you back to your Gandhian way of life heehaaw!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How many of you are still with me? Ok Sakshi, Nags, Arch and &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;HB &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I see 4 hands (you guys are so special, do you realize that?):D. I was for the most part buried in my books but did manage to have some fun. My life from Aug. 10th to Oct. 29th:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1) A friend came visiting:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The first person to become my friend in bloggerville was &lt;a href="http://opinionsallmine.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nandu&lt;/a&gt;. I still don't know how we began dating, I mean talking :D. We spend a considerable time on Gtalk discussing very important issues that plague the world. For example, topics on Ina Garten, US of A bane or boon (mostly bane), sucky health care system, food blogs, food blogs that have dog food as human food, non-food blogs, in-laws, out-laws, how to remove laws, jobs, depressing H4 visa, gay guys on TV, Padma Lakshmi... the list is crazy and goes on. And then there was the rasam power and BBB powder that she sent me (now how on earth can one not be friends with her?). So finally they decided to come meet moi and ma mari. Oh lord! it was the funnest (yep that word is in the Oxford dictionary alright) time I have had in a looong time. I expected her husband A to be this geeky-no fun -all books guy, I was SO wrong! He was SO SO funny and witty (actually wittier than Nandu, sorry maa). I was jabbering away non-stop (yeah even while having food) for 3 awesome days. Nandu I won't forget your American accent, Trya Banks imitation and POT! A, your Karadi TR talks, "illavarasi good morning illavarasi. Amma nan vandhuvitten" (I am giggling as I type this) is often recollected. My only grouse- next time when you come bring 2 loaves of that cake and 3 bottles of thokku! &lt;a href="http://reluctantchefs.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;You guys&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;totally rock. See I wrote a whole paragraph on you both, I deserve a cake (Devil's chocolate cake).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2) Crochet to save my sanity (or retain my insanity, I'm not too sure):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have been wanting to learn crochet ever since I saw stuff on Nupur's &lt;a href="http://onehotstove.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I tried to learn it from you-tube, it was SO frustrating. Finally I went and enrolled for crochet lessons in a craft store. A dear friend of mine was celebrating her birthday and she asked for some knitted/crochet things. "Never shut the door on opportunity", said Socrates (go check if you want), so there I made all this,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43220981@N03/4055557084/" title="IMG_4298 by SJY_knits, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2631/4055557084_8b070e6125.jpg" width="500" height="467" alt="IMG_4298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And my dear cousin is expecting her first baby, "Never miss the opportunity that comes second", said Julius Caesar (Google it if you want!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blanket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43220981@N03/4054821455/" title="IMG_4315_1 by SJY_knits, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2681/4054821455_929f2790d8.jpg" width="500" height="442" alt="IMG_4315_1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and a hat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43220981@N03/4054824481/" title="IMG_4357 by SJY_knits, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43220981@N03/4054824481/" title="IMG_4357 by SJY_knits, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2749/4054824481_c8f0b38897.jpg" width="500" height="445" alt="IMG_4357" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On the knitting front I learnt how to knit cables and loops, sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43220981@N03/4055563616/" title="IMG_4324 by SJY_knits, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2660/4055563616_2a5fac7c04.jpg" width="500" height="497" alt="IMG_4324" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/10280473@N03/3884826949/" title="002 by masalavade, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2516/3884826949_dbe46ec967.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3) How to use my camera more effectively:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Photography classes. Yep went and took a half a day course on photography. Took lots of notes, went "oooooooH" "aaah-haaaa", got some gyaan on ISO, aperture and exposure. So much fun for $50, 4 hours of class. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4) Bakerella:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I love to bake. Period. But I have trouble decorating cakes. And what did I do? Yes! Joined a cake decorating class in Micheals'. My teacher is a super cool woman, she has her own catering business and makes cakes for a living (how awesome-superduper-cool is that?!). You can watch her on &lt;a href="http://www.myfoxdc.com/dpp/news/web_links/033109_whats_cooking_lynnettes_cakes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Fox News&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And my cakes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;a) The "OMG its my first cake" cake:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43220981@N03/4055553412/" title="IMG_4266 by SJY_knits, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2795/4055553412_125cef233f.jpg" width="500" height="417" alt="IMG_4266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43220981@N03/4054811019/" title="IMG_4264 by SJY_knits, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2453/4054811019_ca1c8896aa.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="IMG_4264" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;b) Freaky clown cake:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43220981@N03/4055554776/" title="IMG_4271 by SJY_knits, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2467/4055554776_ace37ab658.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="IMG_4271" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43220981@N03/4055555866/" title="IMG_4273 by SJY_knits, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2617/4055555866_1eaedaa704.jpg" width="333" height="500" alt="IMG_4273" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;c) The dreaded rose cake:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43220981@N03/4054817905/" title="IMG_4301 by SJY_knits, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3506/4054817905_15e724001b.jpg" width="500" height="473" alt="IMG_4301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43220981@N03/4055559830/" title="IMG_4305 by SJY_knits, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2469/4055559830_df2c70943b.jpg" width="500" height="253" alt="IMG_4305" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;d) For the 2nd course we made a LOT of flowers using royal icing and we were supposed to make a basket-weave cake and dump...no decorate the cake with the flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43220981@N03/4055566742/" title="IMG_4396 by SJY_knits, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2452/4055566742_181270a0bb.jpg" width="500" height="377" alt="IMG_4396" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43220981@N03/4054827585/" title="IMG_4393 by SJY_knits, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3488/4054827585_226f6bc874.jpg" width="500" height="420" alt="IMG_4393" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Unfortunately, my cake looked more like the "Amazon jungle cake" than a basket cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43220981@N03/4055569568/" title="IMG_4391 by SJY_knits, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2570/4055569568_162f66744c.jpg" width="500" height="445" alt="IMG_4391" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I dislike cakes with frostings so all these cakes went to J's office.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5) Landed a movie role:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yes people, Stephen Spielberg asked me if I could be in the next Indiana Jones movie, as Harrison Ford's great-great-granddaughter. Well, I thought about it for some days. You know how difficult it is for married women to work- like I have a husband who is totally dependent on me, my plants that need watering, cooking and other domestic chores need to be done. He said 2 million I said yes. The movie is going to be released in Summer 2011. We still haven't decided on the name, some suggestions are: "Indiana Jones retire, SJ take over", "Old Indiana Jones", "Indian Jones and The Temple of Retirement Homes", "Indian Jones and the Kingdom of the Graveyard", "Indiana Jones and The Last Coffin".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thank you, come again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay I lied. I lied about Socrates :| *SJ hangs head in shame*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456828038759013152-4605227213805414823?l=masalavade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/EeTEroqC7RF0N1H7eDmK9p8Kdpk/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/EeTEroqC7RF0N1H7eDmK9p8Kdpk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MasalaVade/~4/zgqSqK_l9RY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://masalavade.blogspot.com/feeds/4605227213805414823/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://masalavade.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-post-is-all-about-me-read-it-only.html#comment-form" title="33 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456828038759013152/posts/default/4605227213805414823?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456828038759013152/posts/default/4605227213805414823?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MasalaVade/~3/zgqSqK_l9RY/this-post-is-all-about-me-read-it-only.html" title="This post is all about me. Read it only if you want to, if not go away don't crib" /><author><name>SJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933789207401658867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NHwDA4E-Yjc/SZtVB8d9EQI/AAAAAAAAFdY/D7vqqvHYEp8/S220/sumajay.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2631/4055557084_8b070e6125_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>33</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://masalavade.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-post-is-all-about-me-read-it-only.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0EMSXwzcCp7ImA9WxNVF0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456828038759013152.post-6909471692468883723</id><published>2009-10-28T14:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T14:48:08.288-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-28T14:48:08.288-04:00</app:edited><title>Yoohoooooo...</title><content type="html">'Allo 'allo...SJ calling bloggerville. over.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;static&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you hear me. over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;static&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am back. over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;static&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you guys had no fun while I was gone. over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;static&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Answer me, 'allooooo. over and out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS- People I cleared my thesis defense successfully. I got emails from a number of you wishing me good luck. Thank you so much!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456828038759013152-6909471692468883723?l=masalavade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Unveiling Thiruvalluvar's statue is indeed a big offense. Tamil Nadu does not have statues of Karnataka poets so why should we allow the unveiling of a Tamil poet? I am not sure which dimwit high court judge dismissed your plea against the unveiling. These people do not understand that statues are the first step towards converting a state i.e., initially they will want to erect a statue, then they will request for all sign boards to be written in Tamil, their Nalli's and Kumaran stores will invade Karnataka and eventually Karnataka will turn into a mini Tamil Nadu. We have to take precautions to avoid all these nasty so called 'sister' states from invading our territory. In addition to the bandh I also have some other plans to save our Karnataka from being swallowed whole by other states. These include,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1) Ban Tamil, Hindi, Malayalam, Telugu and other non-Kannada movies from being screened in Karnataka. That way people from other states will be forced to learn Kannada if they wish to watch a movie. This will also teach those Imax theatre people a lesson for charging 150 Rps for a stupid Amir Khan Faana movie and just 80 Rps for a Shivrajkumar movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2) The medium of instruction in all schools and colleges must be changed from English to Kannada. This way we can protect our Kannada language from disappearing. This move will also prevent IISc from employing those pesky bespectacled Bengali babus in mass quantities. Who cares if they have degrees from IIT or BITS Pilani, if they can't speak and write Kannada they don't deserve to be in Karnataka.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3) All IT company employees must take the "Kannada Gotha?" (do you know Kannada) test. They should be employed only if they score 65% in the test. All conference calls and meetings should be done only in Kannada. Americans and other firangs need to step out of their English shoes and get into the Kannada chappali. One way this can be achieved is by rewriting all the computer codes like HTML, CAS etc. in Kannada, forcing everyone to learn Kannada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4) I have noticed that the perpetually wet hair-coconut oil smelling Malayalis are invading our Karnaraka at an alarming rate. I am afraid that they will declare puttu- kadala as the official food of Karnataka. I suggest we build a 35 foot high wall between the Karnataka-Kerala border and open a small Shabarimala and Guruvayur in Nandi hills. This way we can prevent our devout Kannadigas from visiting that coconut oil state and the mallu  kuttis from invading our Karnataka.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5) People from the land of gongura and pappulu podi have taken over our mess business. Every bachelor wants to visit the Andhra mess for lunch. We cannot be overtaken by these spice fanatics. We can dig a trench 30 foot deep and 45 foot wide between the Karnataka and Andhra border and fill it with our own precious Cauvery water. For recreational purposes boating and other water activities can be held at the site. This way we garner not only revenue but also let those Telangana people know who is the real boss. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;6) We cannot build this water filled trench between Tamil Nadu and Karnataka, I am afraid those thieving thayir-sadams will install a pipe in the trench and siphon away our precious Cauvery water. We need to build iron gates as tall as the Great Wall of China and open them once a year during Deepavali. This will give the Tamilians residing in peaceful Karnataka a chance to visit T. nagar and Ranganathan street to horde silk sarees. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;7) All things chaats and poori-bhaaji is due to those irritating Hindi speaking people who come to Karnataka via Bombay. We need to employ Tamilian and Telugu soldiers to man our Bombay (or whole of North India)- Karnataka borders. If terrorists plan to sneak into Karnataka, these soldiers will defend us. Through this move, we not only give people from other states a job (how generous of Karnataka) but also save our dashing Kannadiga men from being killed in an attack (how thoughtful of Karnataka). This will also prevent Udit Narayan from crossing the border and lending his God awful nasal voice and sickening pronunciation to Kannada film songs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;8) We must replace Jana Gana Mana with Jai Karnataka and make Kannada the official language. We need to have a separate prime minister (a Kannada speaking one at that) and president (again a shudh Kannadiga) for the state of Karnataka. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know that I should have written this letter in our beloved Kannada, but I have many readers who come from these 'sister' states. They need to know what a great visionary you are and the steps we Kannadigas are willing to take to protect our beloved Karnataka. They need to know that we Kannadigas do not care about disrupting normal life for a statue, we are not bothered that we are a part of one country called India, we do not care about the success we achieve being united, we could care less about failed crops in other states because of us not sharing Cauvery water. Life is too short to be wasted on such petty things like sharing water or being united. If we have to make Karnataka the number one country, I mean state, we need to put our time, energy and money in note worthy causes like bandhs and strikes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dr. Nagraj, you are truly an inspiration to youths and Kannadigas like me. I pray to the great Kannada Maathe to give us more people just like you.  On August 9th I will be there burning tires and stoning buses all in the name of Kannada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jai Karnataka!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yours sincerely,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;SJ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456828038759013152-7772188343008786807?l=masalavade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Smear little ghee on the bread slices. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Add 1/2 C of the milk mixture on the bread slices.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) Layer the banana slices on bread.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) Add another layer of bread and sprinkle the milk mixture. Add the banana slices. Like so,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/10280473@N03/3781816017/" title="IMG_3848 by masalavade, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2454/3781816017_af2179d25d_b.jpg" width="614" height="442" alt="IMG_3848" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) On the top most layer sprinkle the sweetened coconut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8) Bake for 20-25 mins till the coconut flakes turn golden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/10280473@N03/3782631550/" title="IMG_3853 by masalavade, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3532/3782631550_bd6b2a222a_b.jpg" width="614" height="425" alt="IMG_3853" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;9) Let it rest for 10 mins before serving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/10280473@N03/3782637162/" title="IMG_3860 by masalavade, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3428/3782637162_ba7e99e5e0_b.jpg" width="614" height="433" alt="IMG_3860" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Notes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1) Its best not to try this with soft bread. The ones in India are perfect for this. I used white bread and the lower most layer became sticky, next time I will try this with a baguette.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2) The quantities will vary due to variation in size of the bread and banana and also on how thin you slice the banana. Please adjust accordingly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3) Tastes divine as is and even better with vanilla ice cream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456828038759013152-1995809956920241229?l=masalavade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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