“CAUTION: STUDENT DRIVER…and screaming parent” said the bumper sticker on the car in front of me as I drove to work. I chuckled to myself. Very apt, given that my daughter passed her road test over the weekend and is a proud young lady. She has passed a rite of passage and she now feels that she has all the…
As a young boy, I would have to accompany my mother to relatives’ or friends’ houses. Usually, I would go willingly but sometimes a bribe such as a roll of Poppins would help sway my mind. It’s not that I did not want to accompany her, its just that if the house that we were visiting had no children of…
In an earlier blog on Brer Rabbit, I had referred to the fact that I read Enid Blyton’s Brer Rabbit books as a young boy. One of the stories featured Brer Rabbit eating sausages. Two things about that puzzled me: I knew that rabbits were herbivores and I wondered why he was eating meat (never mind why he was wearing trousers…
Once in a while, a movie comes along that captures the collective imagination of the masses. It runs to packed houses, dominates conversations and leaves a lasting impression on its viewers. There have been many such movies over the years and the Star Wars series is an example. In my memory though, as a young boy, the two movies that fit these criteria…
When it came to cooking, my mother, like many others of her generation, relied on first principles. That meant that the idli-rawa (cream of rice) used for making idlis was made at home. This involved soaking the rice in water, drying it and then grinding it at home using a stone mill. The soaked rice was spread out on an old…