Last night as I watched the sun go down I realised it was like a huge red ‘bindi’ or the dot that Indian women sport on their foreheads .
The sky was grey and the evening breeze was crisp. Finally it seems that the Monsoons have bid us farewell and Winter is slowly creeping in.
It won’t be long now before the Tibetan sweater sellers come down to sell their wares.
Linking up with #SkywatchFriday where bloggers from around the world share photos of their skies .
Happy Weekend all
Earlier this year I spent a few days in Dubai. I had accompanied Hubby Dear on a work trip and while he worked. I slept. Yes, you heard right . I slept because I was so exhausted from working that I just curled up in the comfortable hotel bed and slept.
But after one day of sleeping, I decided I had enough and decided to take the Metro to see the Mall of Dubai. I was glad I ventured out because I got to see the world famous Dubai aquarium.
Seeing these coloured fish darting about in the water does leave you wordless doesn’t it?
Linking up with Esha on #WordlessWednesday
Before you start yawning at the the prospect of going through a long winded story, let me assure you that this is a shaggy dog story of a completely different kind .
Firstly, it is not very long winded.
Secondly, it is not very funny. At least to me.
So let’s start at the beginning.
I grew up in post-Independent India as the daughter of a Naval Officer. This part is essential to the story because those were the days when we had limited choices of ready-to eat food and remember cartons of weevil ridden, soggy Mohun’s cornflakes, crumbly biscuits and hard, bitter cheese with fond affection. That too, these goodies were available locally and sporadically. So when a person was posted on ship, he had access to duty free imported food items and this meant a much better quality of biscuits and cheeses at home.
One day daddy brought home a blue and white tin of biscuits. No ordinary biscuits these but assorted biscuits by Jacobs. A huge tin that had 13 kg of biscuit!!
So we looked at the tin with something akin to awe. My brother and I immediately wanted to get our greedy hands on those yummy munchies but mummy didn’t want to just ‘waste’ them on us.
“We’ll open them next week, ” she told us when the cousins were scheduled for a visit. She kept the tin away.
Tantalisingly within our reach and vision.
It was hard passing the tin on the trolley without salivating at the thought of the butter cream biscuits, the sticky jammy ones, the delicately sugared ones, the plain butter ones and of course the different shaped ones with coloured Royal icing . We just couldn’t wait.
It seems that we weren’t the only ones resisting temptation. One evening when we came home , Moti,our Pomeranian came to the door with a sheepish grin and a shifty look. He looked embarrassed by the glinting grains of sugar mingled with biscuit crumbs and blotches of pink and blue on his snout.
You guessed right. He had gobbled his way through the tin, seizing his chance at being all alone at home. Quickly, my brother and I rushed to the tin , hoping to find some uneaten ones.
Luckily there were still about 3 kg left and we were about to eat them when mummy stopped us saying that they were unfit for human consumption.
“These biscuits have gone to the dogs , ” she snapped. ” He may as well eat the rest.”
Now is this the way a cookie crumbles?
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I’d like to invite you to join Shilpa and me in a new weekly venture . In case you haven’t noticed , we’ve been sharing stories , memories and anecdotes about food every Tuesday on our blogs.
We’d love to hear your stories as well!
So do join in and share your posts on social media with the hashtag #FlavoursomeTuesday.
The rules are very simple :
Looking forward to seeing you at our table.
