A sweet little walk

 We spotted a couple of cows. That's about it. 

Tickle Monster gets Kavita in the Park

The Tickle Monster got Kavita in the Park. Unawares. Kavita was unknowingly overwhelmed by the Tickle Monster in the Park during a normal day. 

See these cables. I love how professionally cables are laid in the city. 

Kavita, are you taking a nap? 

Kavita looking out for Tickle Monster 

Who's that? 

Look over there 

Kavita made an exercise video: Exercise with Kavita in the Park 

and then the Tickle Monster got her. Unawares. Twice. 

My tongue is getting married to this

I decided to try Darbari Gosht from Food Fusion and, it turned out so well, that Kavita said: "Ami, my tongue is getting married to this." Then she said "This is the kind of food you shovel into your mouth." 

I usually cook in a go to last for 3-4 days so I also made chicken karahi. 

I love following the recipes on Food Fusion which make cooking so easy. I am enjoying discovering new desi dishes and the techniques. 

This Darbari gosht turned out to be very delicious and rich. It would be a hit at a dinner party. 

 

Hello spices! 

Chicken Karahi and Darbari Gosht

Nighttime stroll , American almonds, and trade imbalances

There is something about nighttime strolls too. Especially in the winter. You are mostly likely shivering in the beginning but a brisk walk can warm you up and, let you enjoy the cold night. 

Kavita, though, got tired from the brisk walk on the way back. She had to take 2 breaks , sitting on the sidewalk. 

We walked to F-11 Markaz to get some stuff. 

At the Supermarket, the dry fruit section had American plus local almonds. Which got me quite incensed.  I went to Balochistan Dry Fruits and, asked for almonds and the fellow asked me the same as the supermarket shelf was asking me: “local” or “American.” I got incensed again and, entered a long discussion. When they ask whether I want ‘imported produce’ I come up with the same retort. Or two. 

“Why would I want American almonds?” 

“Are we not in Pakistan?” 

The irony is I wanted almonds, kali kishmish and kaju for a Lebanese rice dish. 

The 'high end' supermarkets really exemplify our trade imbalances and, complexes so well. They are stocked with every imported product you could think of: jam, cereal, dishwashing liquid, coffee, tea bags, scented candles, cooking oil, you name it. Why buy a 60 rupee Mitchells jam when you can buy an imported one and feel grand? 

End of rant. Good night.