Suspicious Summer Menu

We are at grandparent’s place and it is summer holidays. Double damaka for volt.

Its been only 2 weeks and she is already bored. Not knowing what to do, she is trying all crazy stuff. Yesterday I saw her sweeping the floor with her hair. ** Pausing for a minute here so that you can imagine the sight **

Her favourite timepass so far is to steal real stuff from kitchen and prepare some really innovative dishes.

For the curious minds, here I am sharing the recipes

Kheer :-

This kheer is unlike any other kheer . You would have never tried this one. Once you know the recipe you would never want to try this one. This kheer is made with very premium quality kitchen tissue. Soak 1-2 tissues (Premium quality is a must, otherwise it won’t dissolve properly ). Close the lid properly and occasionally keep stirring vigorously.

Mask for your face is a must.

Very Questionable Mosambi Juice :-

Take handful of urad dal, mix a glass of water. Do a vigorous stirring. Strain off the water carefully and (the most important part) keep the glass very close to Appa’s real mosambi juice. It was a lucky day for Appa, he narrowly escaped.

Other dishes which are in trial stage for now involve ingredients like groundnut shells, elaichi skin etc. We will share the recipe soon.

We are looking for volunteers who can try and taste these dishes and give their generous feedback. Free life insurance for first 10 volunteers. Hurry!!!



The wait is over – 68

So the angel heard it after all. She is two days late but given the road condition that is forgiven.. Hehe

I am waiting – 70

It is raining . non. stop.

Our road(?) is special , it gets slippery when there is even 1 mm rain in neighbouring state. It is raining non stop since midnight . Now thanks to some gas company, they have dug the road and all those 10 stones which protected us from skidding has gone inside earth and fresh loose soil is on top.

It is like 3 kms of multani mitti facepack(road pack!) on road . I went to pick up my kid and to avoid skidding , we took short cut. I made her jump the compound wall and asked my MIL to catch her on the other side. I could not jump thanks to my back, took the longer multani mitti route (Don’t see any glow in my feet though), got drenched in rain. What? Umbrella? Ya. Because you see there is wind above, mitti below. And in between if you have to balance your umbrella… you will end up with a face/bum pack for sure.So I didnot take one.

I am waiting for some angel to knock at my door and get me a super moist warm chocolate cake to make this a happy day.

Angel..dude …if you are listening..come flying OK.. Don’t even attempt to walk on our road. Andha chocolate cake bathiram!

Mothers! – 71

Yesterday I had to take my mom to the hospital for a follow up. She was at her place. I tool bus and we met each other at a point and started walking towards the hospital. It was a good 1.5 km walk.

My mom had got two hot samosa for me to eat it on the way. Usually the doctors in that hospital are late by an hour. She thought since I would have left home as soon as finishing my work , I wouldn’t have had any snacks and brought those hot samosa. And she was right. I was hungry and super happy on seeing those samosa

No person in this world can ever think like a mother does !!!

Expectation Vs Reality – 73

Venue : Neighbour kid’s Birthday

Subject : Cakeeeee

Expected Behaviour : Not to stare at the cake the moment you enter

Reality : Losing eye contact with the neighbour and Almost drooling at the gorgeous chocolate cake


Expected Behaviour : When neighbour gives a plate of cake, feed the child, atleast ask

Reality : Carefully keep it on the other side of the sofa where nobody can see or touch it and tell neighbour that you will err..umm sorry… the kid will eat it at home.


Expected Behaviour : When neighbour offers another piece of cake, say ‘no that’s enough’ just for namesake atleast

Reality : Show your plate…gently


Expected Behaviour : Shame

Reality :



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The force within you – 93

There are days when you feel restricted by some inexplicable force, you feel that something is pressing you hard,squeezing you , suffocating you.Unable to breathe you struggle.

That force is very restrictive, never goes away,be it morning or afternoon or evening… Evenings are the worst!

You rack your brain to get rid of that force , but brain just shrugs and tells “I am clueless boss”…and then and then feeling depressed you accidentally look down and tadaa… you find the origin of that very annoying restricting squeezing suffocating force. Your protruding belly!!!

Now that you found the cause, you ask your brain how to fix this. A normal brain would have thought of unnatural solutions like jogging, crunches, <beep> diet <beep>

But meh…

The quick fix is to steal husband’s tshirt and wear it and the immediate relief !! ahaa. Thank God he is still bigger than me.

But beware, if you have a daughter around, the first thing she will do as soon as your husband enters home (and before you close the main door) is

“APPPAAAAA. Amma is wearing YOUR SHIRT”


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