To see something in everything…Day 2

Phew! Finally here, a good 2 hours late.

I had planned to be here at about 8, right after I had packed Namnam & R to school and office respectively. Because then I would have some quietness and the laptop all to myself. I had the perfect plan to perch myself in front of my comp and start tapping some letters to make a post. In fact between yesterday from the moment the publish button for Day 1 post was clicked and today I must have cooked up some 100 prompts in my mind to write about.

As Rekha so rightly observed in her post, its funny how a blogging marathon can make us sit up and look at everything that comes our way as a probable fodder for post! There was a post sticking out of that line of ants which went marching past me ; the spilt milk cried out loud for a chance to grace my blog ; even the biggest news about a certain news anchor calling it quits had a prompt LOUD enough to befit a blogpost!

But whats equally funny, in my case, is when I get down to turning all those prompts into a full fledged post, they all come crumbling down to nothing.

See now for instance, I started out with a grand plan to tell you all how and why I got late in logging in here. But as always dragged on with the hows, with no sight of the whys.Β So let me get to the why before I lose you to sleep.

As I geared up to kick start the second day of the marathon, a friend dropped by for a quick hello. Once she left, the computer beckoned again, and this time I got lost in a pool of pictures of an adventure camp that Namnam had been to last week. So a good hour or more was spent looking through those 1000+ pictures, trying to spot my kid, doing a jig each time she was spotted and then sharing them with the rest of the family back home.

Then once that was sorted, I closed all the tabs, kept my phone far away with Whatsapp/Facebook/Twitter temporarily gagged (at the risk of gasping for my own breath), so there’s no room for any further distraction, and landed here and spent another 2 hours to cook up a non-post, which is what you have just read. Now off I go in pursuit of some fodder for tomorrow.

Before I sign out, a peek into what my li’l camper was up toΒ last week…

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Sambar Chicken la Vishakh- tried & tasted!

And much relished too!

When, at the house-warming party,Shail treated us all to this dish which, in her words, were ‘conceived and cooked’ by her junior son, I knew at once that I had to try this one for it looked so lipsmackingly delicious and so simple to make!

And yesterday seemed to be a good day to give it a shot because I had all the ingredients needed for the dish. Not that it demanded those exotic, hard-to-find-even-with-a-laser-eye ingredients! Most of the required items were what I would normally have at home even otherwise and I’m guessing most of the Indian households would too, including the sambar powder. And that, for me, was the best part! This was an easily doable dish and the outcome was just as finger-licking.

So heres how it turned out. And needless to say, this is going to be a regular dish in my household henceforth. In fact I’m going to have a potluck soon and I think I have decided already what my contribution is going to be :). So thanks again, Shail & Vishakh for the yummy recipe :).

To know the recipe, head straight to Shail’s nest!

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On another bit of news, a casual conversation ensues between Papa & Namnam

Namnam: You know, Papa, I am going to have a winter break!

Papa: Oh yeah? Thats great!

Namnam: Yeah, and I want to go on a holiday!

Papa: Didnt we go to Dubai last month, Namnam? That was a holiday!

Pat comes the reply

“But then I didnt get any holiday homework,na? I want to go on a holiday to do my homework!!”

** And with that Mama, who, at the mere mention of the term ‘holiday’, was already more than half way through making a massive list of probable destinations, fiercely strikes it all off and resolves to stay put at home for her own sanity**

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