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Thursday, December 23, 2010

Cause I eats me spinach

And finally my net acts real normal, lets me upload these pics and after 3 days of trying to transfer them by bluetooth, cord and what not, I sit down to write my 2nd post abt the thing I love doing most after a loong first version.

Oh yes, I love cooking and I sorta missed doing it this semester due to unending vivas and projects.(those stupid excuses that we engineers give :P). I thought I had lost that instinctive hand to experiment and make things work and i would end up only making idlis and dosas :P.   And these autonomous people (you know who I mean :P) put up food posts and make me jealous that I didn't cook for so long, also I will blame Masterchef Australia.

So, I decided I had to whip up something before the exam on Sunday, something that is quite appropriate for the season, Spinach soup.


 
You start off with some cloves of garlic, some freshly cut ginger frying in the pan and when its fried, fresh spinach it is, roughly cut( make sure they're well washed unless the sup is for an enemy who you wish tastes mud :P)

At this point of time, its totally wilted,cooked in its own dampness, looks that natural green, smells amazing. (ohh that ginger and garlic do wonders everywhere :P)

Then off to a new pan where you will fry a finely cut onion,a looong chilli(ohh,I love it spicy :D),3-4 cloves(if a little too much it might become clove soup,so take care :P) and thoda cinnamon,in butter if you please, that again gives a wonderful aroma.
(.It is so difficult being a cook and avoiding eating the ingredients before the actual thing. :P)
 
And then all you got to do is grind them and sniff the air, see that green colour beckoning you to taste it.(Dramatic I know but at this stage its difficult to resist the temptation! ) Bring it to a boil, add salt and pepper to taste..lots of pepper for winter!!
Although this picture isn't very clear, take that boiling soup in the bowl, a ladle of milk and some cheese goes right into it(some into your mouth as well :P ) and voila! ready to be served :D

(Even my sister who avoids spinach actually liked this soup..subtle tasting, you barely realize the onions and the spinach sorta lends its flavour and cinnamon and cloves sorta make it smell like soup. So, all in all ,it was amazing. If its too much kitchen jargon, blame Masterchef again :P)

So all you have to is, Go to your balcony, stare at those blue skies and a spoon into your mouth. Heaven :D

Monday, December 6, 2010

And She Loved...

Amidst the 1000 people in between whom she stood,
her eyes found the only face in her mind,
the soul that stole her heart,           
the only person she thought about,
                                                                
Her heart beat, she could hear against the sound,
the sound of joy for him all around,  
here was the man who filled her with love from within,   
the only one she could see, without.                                      

The vanquisher of her fears,                  
the conqueror of her dreams,              
blinded she was by the love in his eyes,                     
nothing made sense, unless it was him here.                                               

He caressed her so gently,                  
that the whole world she would forget,                         
her hand,when he held so close to his heart,                          
she knew, she knew, she knew he cared.                                                          

In his hands, even a rose could not help not withering,            
his smile was all she needed to survive,
to know that life was still worth living.                                          

The day she lost her heart to him,
she knew it was safe,
safe in the hands of a feeling that no one could ever explain.

Yet he was so distant, so distant that there was nothing she could do,
nothing of what they shared ceased to remain untrue.
Unreal it sure was, it was all a part of an inexplicable dream,
a dream that would remain one, how much ever she would try to believe it's real.. 

A photograph is all that remains,of the only one who resided in her heart,                          
in the world that she lives in,absolutely nothing would let them part.

And in that world she lives,
amidst the 1000 people that she could see, 
with a feeling that would never die,
the only reason that she would be.