It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a woman in possession of free time, must be in want of a good series to binge watch. My love for Tom Hiddleston won the stakes this weekend, and I started watching Loki. It is a disappointment, to say the least. TH is completely wasted in this one. And so is the character of Loki. To be fair, I am only one episode in, but I like making these judgements ahead of time, and be proved right later. My binge watching is normally accompanied by chips munching. The kind where you have to turn the volume up a few notches because you can’t hear over all the continuous crunch. However, this year, we got our hands on some really good mangoes and they have replaced everything else in the house. Mallika, Imam pasand and Neelum - these are the ones that really feed my soul. Now Alphonso, that just sounds like it started out with an ambition to rule all of Spain but has given up midway for a career in the travel influencer business. It’s great to watch something adult again. The kid is at the grandparents for the weekend, and we don’t have to watch Spongebob or Shark Tank. We had somehow tacitly come to the conclusion that it is ok to let him watch Shark Tank. Time will tell how big a mistake this will turn out be. Ducky's running commentary through the entire show with things like “Mark made an offer but he actually took the money from Daymond? I don’t get it!”, “Seriously, she wants five hundred thousand? I can give you a fifty thousand”, is gold. Speaking of ST, I’d like to call the attention of all entrepreneurs and corporate biggies to the fact that giving your 110% is no longer enough. It is now upped to 120%. There are of course the noobs who say they’ll give their 300%, but you can tell right away they don’t mean it. Now 120%, that sounds like there is a concrete plan to get there. Speaking of more interesting things, in the sweetest gesture anyone has ever made, the husband has decided to cook something fancy this weekend so that I’ll have something to write about. A week ago, he ordered a bunch of pasty, saucy things online. Miso paste, Sake, Gochuchang, Mirin - all going into making some juicy Red Miso Lamb Ribs. While I was watching Loki, the man was cooking the sauce accompanied by some very appropriate music playing in the kitchen. I refer to the music that you hear in all Hollywood and Bollywood movies alike when they have to introduce something oriental. The notes that sound like a tea party has turned into a jaltarang competition. I am going to call it Miso music from now on. Miso music is like a yoga teacher walking barefoot, like the feet don’t wanna hurt the ground. The sauce, at various stages of cooking, was brought to me for tasting. It got better and better. He slathered it on the ribs and put them away to marinade. The recipe called for grilling the ribs for 4 minutes on either side, so they can come out medium rare. Which of course, we promptly ignored and went on to grill them for 15. I mean, we are not animals. We don’t mind being part of the food chain for meat, but eating it raw, that’s where we have principles. Out came the ribs, all juicy and yummy. A meal of just the ribs would be too simple for the man. So, he stir fried some vegetables and here we are! We’re now waiting for the bub to come back home. He sounded pretty excited about this misu pisu dish that appa rustled up. He insists on ending each of these experiments with a rating and a "for those reasons, I am out."
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Aishwarya KalakataThe loss of and search for individualism has never been felt more acutely. Everything changed after I had a kid. But this blog is not about me being a mom. It’s about the things I do when I want to stop being a mom. It’s about telling myself that it is possible and that it is ok. It’s about my little escapades. Mostly travel - sometimes physical, sometimes mental. A desperate bid to stop my identity from being rolled into a single word. CategoriesArchives
March 2021
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