Garima has started to sit without support for a few mins at a time :0) then she just plonks in any direction.Usually she continues to play with whatever she has at hand.If uncomfortable she calls out to me with her favourite syllables "eh and oh" ,cant find the right spellings in english for the sounds she really makes.Right now she is in a side ways toppled state holding a cushion with her two feet and manhandling(baby handling) it with her little hand.
on 11th she said "amma" a few times during the day.I thought it could be her usual style of crying when at times she starts with -maaa.But it wasnt she actually has been saying amma quite clearly and looking at me when she wants something :0) Just about two and a half syllables in our native tongues and 4 alphabets in english ,the word when said by her fills my heart to bursting capacity.
She is getting more communicative too and has added:na na na : to her expanding vocabulary.Methinks she could some day grow to be a silver tongued orator or that could be just a fond mum,s thoughts!
Referring to my earlier post,THE MIXIE is about to be delivered to me this evening I am told ,all ready to go from the indian shop owner himself.This business got me angry first and then made me cynical and then we graduated to humour (The anger-cynicism-humour ,stages that one can go through in any particular situation ,I have borrowed from Javed akhtar)
Thoughts on life ,family ,food ,people ,books, writing and everything that moves me.......interlaced with Be-ing, Peace, Bliss.
10 December 2006
6 December 2006
Mixie woes
Cooking our food without an Indian mixie seems almost impossible to me.I used an Australian one for 2 years and then that gave way unable to hold out under my heavy grinding of outlandish ingredients.
While shopping at an Indian grocery I saw an Indian mixer grinder,the regular stainless steel one with three jars and bought one before you could say jack robinson.I marched home with plans of cooking all sorts of indian favourites which required grinding of the spices.Alas I found that the mixie had an Indian three pin plug and had to rush my husband to the shops to buy an Australian adaptor.
After a week of searching all over Adelaide we decided to buy an Ozzie plug,cut off the current one and attach the new one.I waited with bated breath with a large cleaned salmon trout in my freezer all ready to be turned into a fiery fish curry,while my husband changed the abovesaid plug.
He plugged the mixie with aplomb and I strained to hear the whirring of blades...nothing happened!many tries and nothing happened!Back went the mixie to the Indian store with the store owners promise that he will do something about it and here I am,back where I started waiting for them to work out what went wrong,correct it and hand it over to me.
In the meantime I continue to dish out food without freshly ground masala,all the while dreaming of the day when....... and reading the numerous food blogs to keep me happy.
Cooking our food without an Indian mixie seems almost impossible to me.I used an Australian one for 2 years and then that gave way unable to hold out under my heavy grinding of outlandish ingredients.
While shopping at an Indian grocery I saw an Indian mixer grinder,the regular stainless steel one with three jars and bought one before you could say jack robinson.I marched home with plans of cooking all sorts of indian favourites which required grinding of the spices.Alas I found that the mixie had an Indian three pin plug and had to rush my husband to the shops to buy an Australian adaptor.
After a week of searching all over Adelaide we decided to buy an Ozzie plug,cut off the current one and attach the new one.I waited with bated breath with a large cleaned salmon trout in my freezer all ready to be turned into a fiery fish curry,while my husband changed the abovesaid plug.
He plugged the mixie with aplomb and I strained to hear the whirring of blades...nothing happened!many tries and nothing happened!Back went the mixie to the Indian store with the store owners promise that he will do something about it and here I am,back where I started waiting for them to work out what went wrong,correct it and hand it over to me.
In the meantime I continue to dish out food without freshly ground masala,all the while dreaming of the day when....... and reading the numerous food blogs to keep me happy.
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