Chakki Ki Sabji
What is worse than a 4 year old catching cold? Trying to keep that 4 yr old away from a 9 month old. So, the inevitable happened. My older son caught cold. The whole house became an army boot camp in all efforts to shield my little one from getting it too. The boot camp was divided into two halves. My husband and the older son on one side and me and the little one on another. I became the monster of the house trying to keep two brothers away. My ‘Karan-Arjun’ looked at me like I was the Thakur of the house doling out punishments and torturing the innocent brothers as I went around. And the man of the house thought “Clearly, I was overdoing it.” But at the end of the third day, (But not without a lot of drama, fake tears and tantrums by my Karan on being kept away from his Arjun) when my LO was cold-free, guess who was laughing the loudest? Heee Haaaaaa Ha Ha Ha. [Read on…]
It’s been days since I have tried anything new and the man of the house has been hinting quite blatantly (three times a day!) at Vada Pav and even then I have been pretending to not hear it! It’s my own fault, really. I think, I have self-professed my love for cooking a tad too much. Vada Pav is not inspiring me at this moment but I know I won’t be able to dodge it for much longer. That being said, I have been thinking (what dish to try out, next) on the same lines myself. Hey, I only mind when someone else asks me that question. 
There are some memories that are so vivid in my mind like they happened yesterday while some, I have long forgotten and only remember when I am reminded of them, by someone. And I just go ‘Oh Wow!! I had completely forgotten about it.’ I wish there was a magic bowl in real life like the one in Harry Potter movie where I could preserve my memories and could then revisit them when my heart desired. That reminds me that I have to watch Harry Potter series back-to-back. I don’t seem to remember half of it now. 
So people ask me what places should I visit when I am in Jodhpur and I say
Brrrrrr……There are only two things I like about winters. Snuggling deep-down under the warm and cozy comforter and hot, soulful soups. Those are the only two things that make the winters bearable for me. I agree that there is something magical and beautiful in the air, in the month of December but the nail-biting, teeth-chattering cold just kills it for me. I mean, you go out on a Christmas eve or new year’s eve, only to mummify in the bone-chilling cold and wishing you had listened to your winter-hating gut and stayed at home sipping hot cocoa by the fireplace, reading a good suspense novel. I have not yet seen the new year’s ball drop in New York. Can you believe it? I just don’t think I have it in me. Guess, I am not a cold loving person or may be, I am, if I don’t have to step out of my home. 
I don’t know what else to call it!! I really don’t!! When I first saw this brioche in Dorie Greenspan’s book ‘Baking- From my home to yours’, I knew instantly (actually, after I had drooled all over that page) that I won’t be able to sleep unless I make this bread. Even though this bread required multiple rises, there was no way in the world that I would go on with my life without tasting a slice of this glorious bread. And I have to tell you, it was my best ‘To-bake-or-Not-to-bake’ decision ever!!!! One bite into this bread and I was an official Dorie Greenspan FAN. I, then emailed the ‘HMH Trade Publishing’ house and asked for their permission to use this recipe on my blog and they were gracious enough to let me.