After struggling to sign into my own blog (the sign in would not allow me to sign in!!), I write this piece today.
Trees, shrubs and plants near our ground floor apartment encourage the small creatures like tiny black ants and big black ants to invade our kitchen. They are very choosy about food and drinks! They clamour for fallen crystals of sugar. They swarm around spilled drops of tea. Not coffee, not rice, not milk.
Minutes after the spills we can see them come out from somewhere and take away the sugar. One drop of tea and we can see at least 20 ants forming a circle around the drop and enjoying tea together! Leftover tea makes them climb up the walls of the mugs or tumblers and then down to reach the leftover tea in it.
Tea time with a bit of sugar is party time for the ants in our house.
Cheers!
Mahalakshmi.
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Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Friday, July 9, 2010
Penny Wise Pound Foolish
Dear Friends,
This is an episode I may never be able to forget nor have I been tempted to attempt it ever.
A relative and an admirer of mine wanted help in cooking for a large number of people for our family function. So I suggested we all organized our workloads in such way that each will be responsible to make 2 or 3 dishes sharing time slots in the same kitchen.
It was a novel idea and was a huge success except for the main sweet dish we call 'payasam' (a porridge) with milk and sugar as base. This relative's daughter was to prepare the main sweet dish while I was concentrating on mine nearby.
The daughter kept the dish on boil mode asking her mother to keep stirring it and went on some errand. Her mother poured some payasam into a glass to taste. I saw her taste it and also saw how half spill over a dirty counter. It was scooped into the glass again. In the few seconds and before her daughter could come in, she poured the dirty stuff into the big dish saying we should not waste anything!!
I knew what that payasam will taste like later on. Sure enough the payasam curdled and the entire dish was gone as soon as the small amount of that scooped stuff was poured in.
At such times it is wise not to think of the wastage. One can keep it separately and drink it too without spoiling the entire thing meant to be served to all guests.
I still wonder about such kind of philosophy even now. Whenever I am confronted with a choice I never have second thoughts, I just junk such things rather than suffer a thoroughly spoilt dish.
The guests were commenting about the payasam. The daughter was so puzzled but dint know how it got spoilt. I dint reveal nor did her mother as she was afraid of the reaction from her daughter.
Mahalakshmi.
This is an episode I may never be able to forget nor have I been tempted to attempt it ever.
A relative and an admirer of mine wanted help in cooking for a large number of people for our family function. So I suggested we all organized our workloads in such way that each will be responsible to make 2 or 3 dishes sharing time slots in the same kitchen.
It was a novel idea and was a huge success except for the main sweet dish we call 'payasam' (a porridge) with milk and sugar as base. This relative's daughter was to prepare the main sweet dish while I was concentrating on mine nearby.
The daughter kept the dish on boil mode asking her mother to keep stirring it and went on some errand. Her mother poured some payasam into a glass to taste. I saw her taste it and also saw how half spill over a dirty counter. It was scooped into the glass again. In the few seconds and before her daughter could come in, she poured the dirty stuff into the big dish saying we should not waste anything!!
I knew what that payasam will taste like later on. Sure enough the payasam curdled and the entire dish was gone as soon as the small amount of that scooped stuff was poured in.
At such times it is wise not to think of the wastage. One can keep it separately and drink it too without spoiling the entire thing meant to be served to all guests.
I still wonder about such kind of philosophy even now. Whenever I am confronted with a choice I never have second thoughts, I just junk such things rather than suffer a thoroughly spoilt dish.
The guests were commenting about the payasam. The daughter was so puzzled but dint know how it got spoilt. I dint reveal nor did her mother as she was afraid of the reaction from her daughter.
Mahalakshmi.
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