Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Access Whores and Access Hogs
Saturday, February 12, 2011
Surprise Mom!
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Hunky-dory
As sung by Christy's Minstrels.
Air - "Limerick Races"One of the boys am I,
That always am in clover;
With spirits light and high,
'Tis well I'm known all over.
I am always to be found,
A singing in my glory;
With your smiling faces round,
'Tis then I'm hunkey dorey.
The page goes on to explain the plight of etymologists.
Not long afterward, in October 1866, the US magazine The Galaxy, seemed unclear why the phrase was used, which also indicates that it wasn't very long in the tooth at that date:
"I cannot conceive on any theory of etymology that I ever studied why anything that is 'hunkee doree', or 'hefty' or 'kindy dusty' should be so admirable."
Sunday, February 06, 2011
Saturday, February 05, 2011
Thursday, February 03, 2011
PenHolder from phone directory
Wednesday, February 02, 2011
Glazed
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Setting oneself for disappointment
Friday, January 28, 2011
About my day
Thursday, January 27, 2011
The weekend in pics
I had great time playing scrabble on Saturday. I picked up a new trick of "balancing rack".
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
ForK
a man has dreams to achievelike a river needs to meet the sealet them run their courseelse dry up in remorse.
Monday, January 17, 2011
The weekend!
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Project: Infinity scarf
I'm gonna surprise my mom with this infinity scarf that I'm crocheting. I again learned the basic stitches from my mom when she was visiting me last year. Infinity or loop or Mobius (for the geeky) scarf is a circular scarf with a twist and it's very IN to wear it OUT.
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Gobi Musallam
So I'm armed with Chef Sanjeev Kapoor's cookbooks and tried this dish - gobi musallam. It's a dish that requires cooking cauliflower in two (major) steps. It turned out pretty well and I liked it more the next day when I was no longer tired of cooking and pre-cooking shopping.
I was fed up of feeding on the simpler gobi recipes which magically work well only for mom. There's something inexplicably good about mom's food that our narcissist self can never deny. I guess it must have to do with getting hooked to it while young. Familiarity breeds fondness?
Here's a picture of while cooking and final dish.
Notice my failed attempt at tandoori roti using a kadai and electric stove.