There was a time when I was least bothered of what’s cooking in the kitchen. Whatever Ma would serve me in the plate, I would just eat it cause it would be so tasty, and it was all that mattered to me. I would go in a restaurant and order something that sounded familiar and kept on wondering about the rest of the items. In fact I think that I always preferred menu with detail explanation and may be, a tiny picture of the dish 😉 My friends would always ask me to stop eating with my eyes… 😀 but isn’t that important too?! continue reading




