The cool morning breeze touched the warmth of my cheeks and I faintly opened my eyes. With a frowned face, I turned my head and realized that Dad was in my room. The window curtain was partially open and fluttering allowing the sunlight to beam through. That was his standard approach to wake us up. I looked at the wall clock, yawned and snoozed myself back to sleep. Just for a little while. It’s Sunday after all!
I was singing to our baby ‘humpty dumpty sat on a wall…’ and Arvind goes “papa grabbed it fast enough, so it doesn’t fall …” Eh!! I looked at him with an exclamation mark hovering up my head. He as usual smiled, gave few eye gestures and ultimately gave up. ‘Egg curry for lunch?” he said, “Ohhh now I get it…” What can I say guys; I can be really dumb at times. We laughed out loud and our baby stared at us in utter shock! His big eyes turned bigger, mouth wide open; two tiny baby teeth in lower jaw are clearly visible now. He threw a big smile. Super cute, I tell ya! Who wants to spend time in the kitchen now? But hungry we were and egg curry is my any day go-to dish. And since papa saved the egg, I better get it in boiling water before it sits on the wall again.
One of the most common complaints my mom had about me was that I don’t take breakfast seriously. Truth is, I love breakfast food and it’s my favorite. I am just extremely lazy in the morning to get my creative juices flowing. And I was definitely not a morning person. My morning ritual involved tea and sometimes, a slice of bread would tag along. Reaching to office on time was more vital than stuffing my belly. The routine didn’t change even after marriage. Arvind was no better. My mom was not happy with this pattern of ours and she was determined to bring a change. After listening to her numerous long talks week after week, I finally pushed my lazy bones. We started with a bowl of cereal or oats. After few weeks, we added bread toast along with boiled eggs. It was surely an additional effort, but it soon got built into our system. It felt nice and Mom was proud too!
I really don’t know where to start! Undoubtedly, this is the longest pause I ever took in blogging and I truly hope it’s over. I cook every single day, sometimes even twice. But in between changing the diapers and putting Avyan to sleep, I have no clue how my day starts and how it ends. I keep saying to myself, ‘it’s all about finding a method to the madness. I’ve got to make time, a little bit everyday, just for my blog’. So last week, I got my gear out and photographed food, after a long time. It was challenging. Wish I had all my props or at-least a better backdrop than our coffee table and I was not happy with the light. In spite of all that, it felt really nice to be able to make time to start once again!
Almost a year back, I shared with you one of my favorite soups and wrote about how I was sitting with brown boxes everywhere around me. We were moving. Guess what? We are in a similar situation once again – brown boxes, suitcases partly packed and the whole house in complete disorder. There are two dissimilarities from last year to this year. Firstly, I was pregnant back then and I am a mom now. Secondly, we had moved just a few miles to a different locality and this time, we will be crossing oceans.