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IRRESISTIBLE BREAD! OH MY OH MY....




Oh...how I love my bread. Its the one thing that keeps me alive. I'm not a great cook. While I can get the basics right - like making tea, coffee, maggi, rice, even dal and roti/paratha - I fail miserably at making 'sabji', 'bhaji' and 'curry' of any sorts. I always screw up when I start adding the spices. Frustrated, I have to then end up throwing my entire creativity into the bin. And then, comes to my rescue - my bread. And, I've experimented with it too - tried different fillings and somehow, the bread has not failed me - and, I'm alive. Its keeping me alive! \ :D /

My go-to quick experiments with my bread has been - the usual toast and butter, then, add in a cheese slice or omlette between the toast or add both with some mayonaise ( there are plenty variety of those in the market ); adding peanut butter, jam or honey between the toast works too ( don't forget to add butter to the toast while its hot ); sometimes, add in mashed boiled potato with spinkle of chat masala, tomato, onion, beet, capsicum and cucumber slice with a layer of dhaniya/pudiya chutney ( its available in market too ) - and voila, it becomes a sandwich! Or, instead of plain boiled potato spice it with some chilli, garlic and corainder mix called 'thecha' ( its available in market too, yippee ) and it becomes a masala toast - add in the veggies; and, if you don't add veggies but instead fry it in some besan batter it becomes a bread pakoda; make a coleslaw of curd and mayo with carrot, cabbage and cucumber add in salt and pepper - it becomes another type of sandwich; stir-fry some methi leaves and potato with salt and pepper and stuff it in the bread, or make a tomato burji type chutney and stuff it in your bread. Add cheese, spinach and corn ( cook it a bit with salt and pepper ) another sandwich recipe ready! Mash bread and boiled potatoes with salt/pepper and make another type of bread pakoda by shallow frying it. Add malai or milk and sugar to your bread - it becomes a sweet dish; toast the bread with butter before adding the milk and sugar it becomes a 'shahi tukda'. Mash bread into balls, fry and then soak in sugar syrup - it becomes bread gulab jamun. Well...I can go on and on and on...the bread dabeli or the bread pizza...aahhh...and, I'm happy my experiments with bread has never failed. But, I've re-discovered another trick with bread - which, I've always known, but, just somehow had forgotten due to my various experiments. So, recently, I decided to go back to the roots with my bread. And its very simple as I re-discovered; and, ideal for lazy-me ;-)



Take two slices of fresh bread ( or however many you want, lol ), and, butter it generously. Donot toast it, keep it raw as it is. Keep it aside as you make your tea. Its the original 'regular' tea with sugar and milk - I detest black tea and this post is not for diabetics or calorie conscious people. I believe its okay to eat once in a while anyways. So, if you wish add in spices like ginger or some ready tea-masalas ( its available in market ) and some elaichi. When the tea is piping hot, take the buttered bread and dip the edge and eat immediately. Yeah...its hot, but, there's where the magic lies. You get the salty taste of butter melting in your mouth and its heaven. Trust me. Its the most simple and short-cut route to bliss. The bread vanishes in your mouth and you simply can't get enough of it!


THE PINK WALL






'I'll reach home safe, don't worry mama,' Martha shivered as she recalled her daughter's high-pitched voice over the plane's roaring engine.

That was the last she heard of Tina, Martha held the family pictures in her hands.

They were some of Tina's favorites that she had framed especially the one that she got doodled when she stood near the carousel at the country fair.

One by one Martha pinned them to Tina's pink wall, one she'd never visit again.

The news kept flashing images of the horrific plane accident.

No one survived; numb, Martha just kept staring at the wall.




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SAVED BY A STRAND






It was the dream city she had always dreamt of living in; and, over the last three decades she had witnessed the city grow exponentially not just vertical with those massive concrete skyscrappers; but, also population wise - everything, every place was crowded ~ insanely so, but, she still loved it and had come to regard it as home.

There was always a rush in the limited infrastructure of the city that was bursting at its seams, that never seemed to be completed or seemed enough; there was always something left to be done, it was always a work in progress; still, the city moved on and millions still kept coming with their own sets of dreams and desires like Seema had once done.

Roads dugged due to upcoming 'Metro' work, or a flyover always and forever under-construction, the gaping pot-holes, Seema navigated and jumped over all these obstacles and hindrances everyday to reach the life-line of the city - Mumbai Local, used by millions everyday; she hoped to get in somehow - it was her everyday prayer.

It was peak office hours, clutching the railway-pass in her hand Seema stood along with what seemed like hundred of others all huddled in the narrow platform and all hoping to get in safely; and possibly, get a seat too with some experienced ones nearly jumping in with ease while those novice just tried to push their way in within the few seconds that the train halted; and Seema, could barely manage to get her foot in the doorway.

She struggled to push further in, but the train was jam-packed as always, she held the rod at the gates hanging for dear life like the rest as the train started moving; there were few others who tried getting in after her, but, unlike her they just hung more precariously at the doors, she tried pushing further in, but couldnot manage to go any further and the train had picked up speed.

Seema feared for those hanging at the door and footboard, but she couldn't do anything and felt helpless and just then another train came from the opposite end - equally crowded, with people hanging out from the doors - the space between both the tracks was small and with bodies hanging out from both the trains they all but rubbed against each other - Seema watched in horror as those hanging behind her collided with those in the other train and fell to their deaths, crushed to pulp - she escaped by a strand.




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