SO. I have started growing up, and getting fatter. I sit at my desk for anything between 7-14 hours and keep putting on weight. Hopefully, the fourteen hour days are at an end. Next, I have discovered the joys of cooking. As a beginner I have religiously followed recipes borrowed from here and there, but mostly dictated by Ma over the phone. It began with bhaat, dal, khichuri. I graduated to vegetables soon after. I learnt to cook dhyarosh first, followed by cauliflower, brinjals, lau, cabbage. Very basic stuff. Then came chilli-chicken (pucca Bangali, see?). Yesterday, thanks to a Nigella Lawson recipe(via a colleague because dear people, I don't even remember what a television set looks like), I made an impromptu chicken casserole with sweet potatoes, broccoli, carrots, onions, cream, oranges, salt-pepper-butter-oregano and some more salt-pepper-butter-oregano. It turned out perfectl, with a little help from my friends. I know for a fact that I would have never ventured into the kitchen in Calcutta to cook an entire meal for myself or others. For now I shall work hard, cook much, and get fatter.
So, yeah. I am happy. :)
So, yeah. I am happy. :)
