We also used to think that God gave lots of energy to 2 year olds, nay he has given even more to 3 year olds. The way my boys plan the day, makes us wonder why we can’t think like them. The moment they fight we take sides to console them, the very next moment they are for each other against us. They fight, play, cajole, cuddle and again fight. And in between they eat, drink, potty and also make us sweat a lot!
We were prepared, that is how well one can get prepared. But they beat you to your own game. They devise new games. We actually plan how to get the Sunday going. After the traditional Poori Channa for breakfast, things seem to get settle down, when it again started to get out of control. Finally hubby dear decided a round around the city was in store. He left me happily cooking, as I planned on experimenting on a Muslim mutton biryani for the book.
Back from their trip, hubby dear decided he wanted to experiment with the camera. Result was I was the new found subject and I had to smile through the sweat and brow! Anyway the biryani was a hit, I will have to make it again for the shoot. How exciting, me thinks. Finally I was dreading the Kachori plan that was planned for the afternoon.
But be as it was, the boys refused to take their nap. I was thinking it was now or never. For a moment, I even contemplated sending a mail out saying I am not going to make it. But imagine a life without having tasted one owns hard labour of love. It was that yum! Everybody at home simply loved it. You can read more about how to make a memorable impact, check out Moong Dal Kachori, yes I strongly recommend.
Coming to the recipe for today, this is something that I made last week, and it went well with the rice.