I am not that kind of a person to celebrate Valentine’s Day in an elaborate way. Mainly if you ask Mr. Pie, he will give you a weird look that will directly make you understand – “What is so much fuss with the Valentine’s Day!!!” And I will return back the same look with a decent smile (which is kind of yelling at him) to him to make him understand that “sometimes it is good to show off the gesture of love you know my dear poor soul!!!”
Frozen Peach Yogurt!!!!
~~~ Takes hardly five minutes to make, then an hour to set and few minutes to devour. But shooting this dish took all my energy drained out in a minute.~~~
The story follows……
This is something, that I long to make for almost a decade. Though it is one of the simplest recipes of the world, the tryst seems long till I decided one day to make it. One of the main reasons is Miss Picky Pie’s Cold Allergy. She is restricted to consume cold items often. Like all the kids she is a diehard fan of ice creams, flavoured yogurts etc. But my poor little soul has learned how to restrict herself from these indulgences at this small age. Most of the time I restrain myself from making any cooler or dessert that has to be consumed chilled. But I wanted to make frozen yogurt too. Not because I like it but I wanted to shoot pictures of the Frozen Yogurt. I researched on lot of food photographs, how they were taken and presented and more I saw, the more I got enthusiastic and excited to give the photo shoot a try. Who knows that the scoop of frozen afters would left me out exhausted, tired and forlorn.
Few memories never fade. Rather those embedded so firmly in your mind, in your heart that at every step of life they help you to stay strong and happy. I miss my grandmother very much. I miss her wrinkled cheeks which I love to cuddle and pull. I miss the way she used to make Kheer er Putul (Dolls out of Kheer) on the auspicious occasion of Shashti Puja. I miss all the pranks that my sister and I only used to play on her. There are some relationships that build upon love and affection. A totally different kind of affection where the only language is love, nothing else. Call it a blind love or what, at the grandparents’ lap we know what exactly a sheer pampering calls for. I also believe, Food makes a relationship strong and also builds up evocative reminiscences. The summer fruit Jaam/Jamun/Java plum or Balck Plum is associated with a very close memory in my heart.
I was taught in my school that the meaning of Moose is – “Large northern deer with enormous flattened antlers in the male”. I was happy with my so called little knowledge and grown up into a Courteous lady who got married with a Qualified, Educated Brahmin Boy. Soon after our marriage, we had to travel to a dream destination where most of the people aspire to settle down. Young and novice in the Kitchen, I tried to expertise myself with whatever little skill I gathered till that age by watching the women of my family. The world of cuisine was then restricted to only two – Indian and Chinese. Who knows then that Moose Mousse would embarrass me in this way.
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