All in a Day!!

You know you have gained weight when your panties( Victoria secret) rips on the side. I blamed it all on quality of VS coming down and not me adding couple of pounds around the hips.

I wore a sweater and formal pants to work,come back home,change into jeans,still have the sweater on,make a quick trip to pee ,come out and my kiddos are back from school. Next stop,grabs some snack for them to eat on the way and drive to son's Occupational therapy in Bloomington. While I am there, a mom looks at me and remarks,you have the sweater inside out..I am like really and I have had this the whole day like this.

In my defense it looks the same inside and out except the tag by the neck and pockets and its a mix of grey and white so the seams are not really noticeable. Ok One embarrassment done and I turn around to sit on chair when daughter comes and whispers"mom your fly is open" Phew atleast that's been only since  the bathroom few mins ago and boy was I glad I remembered to change the ripped underwear!!

Does things like this happen to you or is it me just growing really old

Happy Thursday all!!

Home is where the heart is..ode to my Fav fruit

Its amazing how biting into something is capable of transporting you across time and distance!!

While rummaging through my pantry today I came across a forgotten can of jack fruit (chakka) .I eagerly opened it and ate its contends slowly biting into the yellow flesh and enjoying every bit of it. My mind flew back to some 25 years ago to a scene in my grandparents home in Mallussery a small green village near Angamaly where I spend 2 month of summer vacation every year. Our Tharavadu,ancestral home was almost 100 years old when it was demolished 3 years ago and was surrounded by trees of all kinds,with abundance of fruits every year . Favorites among them were Jackfruit ,cocoa and guava to eat the fruits off and Coffee and cashew trees to climb and play on.


Next to my grandma's kitchen is a sort of work area which comes with traditional mortar and pestal that have been instrumental in many a delicious chutneys and curries and an wood burning stove mainly used to boil water.There were steps that led to a small vegetable garden area set up next to a big well. The area in between all this structures was where we cousins and uncles ,aunties gathered with the chakka ready to cut into. Some days we had varieties of jackfruits all equally tasty. Big knives would dig into the flesh of the jackfruit, exposing the yellow interiors with a sticky white sap.This white stuff needed to be removed using something rough like a husk of a coconut or back of hard coconut shell. Then the halves were sectored and elders shared to extract indivudal fruit from its loose encasement of white fibers. The seeds were collected in a seperate bowl to be dried and used in curries. As little kids we would jump at the fruit bowl and the big Jackfruit will be gone in minutes. The last clean up ritual was using cocnut oil to remove any sticky residue that got to our fingers.
After this almost daily mid afternoon snack we would be back playing outside,only to return whenit got too dark to play outside,and grandma and aunties run back to kitchen to work on dinner.

Today when I went back to that scene, I smiled that I atleast have some fond memories of my childhood which was so devoid of processed food or stress of day to day activities as I do now that unfortunatley is rubbing on my kids as well.No ipads,playstation,day camps,cellphones,texts..life just was beautifull.


Felt so nostalgic thiinking of years gone by and what I would not give to go back to one more day at my Grandparents home with beautiful courtyard(nadu mittam) that drained in rain water, a tiny dark room to house brined mango and pickles ,smokey black kitchen, rooms all around that were bedrooms for all of us,a water tank on the roof that we kids would wait to get filled and get drenched before someone ran to turn off the motor and so manymany things that summers so special.

Oh I miss home