Expectations run high. Foodie desires get articulated. News of the food from your kitchen travels far and wide. People forget that you are no expert. Just a self-proclaimed foodie. But even before you know it, people begin to demand a piece of your cake.
And sometimes poor old novice me, with shaky hands and a thumping heart, complies.
When I went to Bombay last week, I took along a fat, sticky nutty chocolate cake with bananas and poppy seeds for my brats to
And in the one day between my coming back and VC leaving for Bangalore, I made a batch of sugar-free date and walnut buns for my parents.
But of course, it was not long before the selfish me surfaced and I made something for myself.
#1 in the Fight the Flu series was a spicy Indian frittata, in the hope that maybe it would stoke my dead taste-buds back to life.
and #2 in the Fight the Flu series, was a cold banana-chocolate-strawberry smoothie, also sugar-free. And believe it or not, after three days of meds, rasam, soup, warm water + honey, haldi wala doodh and the like, this is what actually made me feel better.
When you are a self-proclaimed foodie, pretty soon you’re forced to meet expectations, listen and act when people tell you what they want to eat, behave shy and modest when they tell you they’ve heard of your kitchen shenanigans. And pretty soon you have to learn to wield that spatula, work that whisk and give them what they want to eat.
And the answer to pretty much all of that, invariably lies in food.