Quite fishy this

I wanted to be adventurous today. So instead of seer fish, I bought pomfret. I came home and 'dabbled' in fish curry and fish fry making and immediately thought, 'I should have bought the seer fish'. Even in a screwed up curry, it tastes good!

Growing up, fish curry was my absolute favourite. My brother hated the fish, in the fish curry, so I automatically inherited his share. The curry that mom used to make was this tangy, dark one, which had whole garlic pods, that had been cooked in the stew floating around. Aah, thank God for my brother's pet peeves, for I inherited those garlic pods too!

Over time, now that I have a more mature palate, when I taste mom's fish curry, it seems so much tastier than what I used to have as a child. However, I cannot seem to master it no matter how many times she repeats the recipe to me, or how many times I google 'traditional tamil fish curry'!

What I made today was Ooook, but that didn't stop my lovely hubby from telling me that 'it's good'! I think I'm going to practice a lot lot lot more to get it as right as mom's. It's going to take a while though, I can feel it in my taste buds.

Maybe I'll even post some pictures and spice things up a bit ;) 

Midnight crisis

This summer when the Government announced that there'll be power cuts, it was no surprise. Happened last year, so this year was no shocker. Their business plan (or whatever it can be called) was surprisingly convenient. We were told in advance about how many hours and at what times power would be disconnected. That was relief because, I could plan lunches ahead (use the blender at the right time and not become panicky when I switched it on and there was no whirr.) More than anything, I could go out and come back at the right time, to use the elevator!

Today however, there had been an unscheduled power cut, at night. Midnight. Can I tell you, unashamedly, that I couldn't sleep without the hum of the AC. I tossed, turned, sighed, heavily sighed - no use. After what seemed like many years, the power came back and believe me, for a few minutes, I surprised myself at how deliriously happy it made me.  And like the cake that came so close to the mouth and then was snatched away, the power got disconnected, again. 

I almost cried. 

The power's back now (came back about half hour later), but like a 'once bitten twice shy' person, I'm unable to go back to bed, because I'm afraid it'll go again and this time, I'll be mad! 

When I first started this blog, in 2006, I was quite confident that it would last as long as a goldfish's memory. I had begun and abandoned so many blogs by then, that this my blog had a very slim chance of surviving my lack of attention! 

All true, until one fortunate day, I found out that my then boyfriend was reading my blogs! Delighted, and very pheromones-ically, I subliminally thought that, looking after my blog would be akin to looking after a pet, or a plant and show to him in some subconscious way that I was 'responsible' or maybe even 'nurturing'! Haha! 

Recently I was going through some old diaries of mine and was quite bewildered that some of the incidents I've written about (some codes were involved! Teenage was tough with curious and snoopy family members!) don't exist in my memory anymore! I mean, it's as if some of my diary entries were pieces of fiction! 

However, when I go back to posts written so many years ago and read about incidents that are merely fading pictures in my memory, it gives me a certain joy! It also reminds of many other related things that had found their happy corners in my mind. 

So, growing older I've come to realize two things. One, changing your blog's name all of a sudden will ensure that no one, apart from the 'Next Blog' visitor will ever read it (hello you!) And two, it's not as easy to rattle away about one's day as it used to be before! 

Therefore friend, whoever you are, who's reading this - welcome, and thanks! 

And to my aforementioned 'then boyfriend', if you're reading this, I'd like to say - "Hi hubbykins!"