And suddenly you know: It’s time to start something new and trust the magic of beginnings. ―Meister Eckhart
Unknown to me, at this time last year when my lilacs were in bloom, I was shooting some of the first photos that would appear here on this blog. This blog, as you may or may not know, is a labour of love for my children, a collection of recipes of the foods that grace our table, meant for them to use later on when they are old enough and on their own. Before I started this blog, I knew I wanted to put this collection together for them but I was hesitant about doing it in such a public manner. Continue reading
The weather is warming up… it’s time to cool down with a healthy drink!
A lassi (pronounced luhs-ee) is simply a yogurt drink, sweet or salty, popular throughout India. The Gujarati version of a salty lassi is called chaas and is nothing more than a more diluted version of a salty lassi.
They’re pink, gorgeous, and probably the ultimate sign of spring. Whether they are cherry, crabapple or magnolia blossoms; streets, parks and gardens throughout the city transform, almost overnight, with these beauties. When all this is going on here in Montréal, it also means that we are still weeks away from the start of berry season and a seasonal snacking cake can look very much like an autumn cake (minus the spring blossom styling!). Lucky for us, we still have plenty of apples and parsnips from our last harvest.
Springtime wedding, birthday, graduation or baby shower coming up? Here is some springtime gift wrapping inspiration. Unsurprisingly, the prominent feature are spring blossoms!
Spring appears in whispers and hushed tones, as the bellowing winter bows away. -Author Unknown
As the snow melts away after months of winter and the ground begins to thaw, my brave chives are always the first to poke their green stalks out of the ground. And while the other herbs in my garden just begin to show signs of life, my chives are ready for the first harvest. As soon as that happens, it’s time to whip up a batch of this potato, chive, and cheese soup. It’s a much anticipated tradition here; a celebration to mark the start of a new gardening season. It’s a rich and creamy soup, perfect for these still cool, damp days of spring, but with whispers and hushed tones of chives and Emmental. For additional allium flavour and visual appeal, it’s garnished with a drizzle of chive oil.
The creation of a thousand forests is in one acorn. -Ralph Waldo Emerson
A bubonic plague pandemic came to India in 1896 via rats on cargo ships from China. Over the next thirty years, India would lose 12.5 million people to this disease. Initially, it was confined to port cities but eventually, it spread to rural regions of the country as well. 
By the time the pandemic reached my ancestral village in Gujarat, my paternal grandfather was but a newborn. This meant that he had minimal resistance and the least possibility of survival if infected. But parents will do whatever possible to ensure the safety of their children and so, as difficult as it may have been, arrangements were made by my great-grandparents to have him taken away to live temporarily with relatives living further away until the threat would pass. But things didn’t turn out quite as planned and what was meant to be temporary became permanent. Soon after he was taken away, his entire family fell victim to this deadly disease.