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Bread Upma

Bread Upma

Recipe Source- Tarla Dalal


Bread 8-10 pieces – broken into small pieces

Onion – 1 chopped

Green chilli – 2 slit

Ginger- 1/4 tsp chopped

Garlic – 1 -2 pods chopped


Red chilli powder – 1/2 tsp

Turmeric powder – 1/4 tsp

Curry leaves

Lime juice – half a lime

Heat a wok and add oil.

Add mustard seeds and let crackle.

Add onion, green chilli, Ginger, garlic , curry leaves. Saute for a minute.

Add chopped tomato. Let it cook for a minute . Mash it with spatula . Add Red chilli powder, turmeric powder .

Add tomato ketchup and lemon juice.

Add salt to taste .

Add the bread pieces . Mix well and cook on medium flame for a minute while stirring.

Garnish with corriander leaves .

@ Cherai Beach… Before and After !


Two or three years before, I realised with shock that my son is really suffering for what we want him to be. Every thing was in chaos .I wondered were I went wrong. After I realised, he is a dyslexic child from the movie ‘TZP’ , it took me weeks, even to make a meager plan of what could be done. And even more effort to explain to every body what he might be going through.

The first decision I made was that I will just step back and see what he would do with out me asking him what he should.Because right then my kids would not listen to anything I say.(seem to be eons ago 😀 ) . The words I spoke most was ‘DON’T DO ‘ and ‘YOU MUST ‘.

I learned to let them do what they wanted. Swallowed the words that came to my mouth. A few days later, we all went to  Cherai beach for a picnic. I told his father also to let him free , not to tell him any ‘ dos and don’t s ‘ but to make sure that he is safe. It took a lot of effort to keep our mouth shut. But it was worth it. In the evening when we were about to return, Ruby came to me and said with twinkling eyes

‘ Mother, it is a great day! isn’t it ? It is my most favourite day! ‘ .

Thinking of it even now bring tears to my eyes. Then I realised the pressure we put on him every day to make him behave like normal kids. ( sorry, I don’t have any snaps of that day as I wanted nothing to take away my attention and kept the camera away )

It was about 2 or 3  years back . It has been a long way since then. The only thing he needed was somebody who would believe in him with no bones in it. And we believed in him .

My daughter , Pearl who is the most unique and smartest among three of us almost hated me then . There was no effective communication between us. I always tried to draw the line which was the last thing she wanted. It took  even more effort for me to reach her.

I was busy making both of them perfect , seeing that they had all they wanted , making sure they were well nourished and well groomed , that I didn’t had enough time to have fun with them.

After  3 years:

We went to the same old beach again a few days before.  It is one of our unsaid family agenda to go to some place once in a few months , where we have nothing else but kids to distract us. Whatever they say is the rule !

I was amazed to see two of them ( who are too difficult to be controlled any where ) to be completely  in tune with the nature , as though that is the place where they belong !

And Ruby announced that it is his dream come true !

A lot has changed . I don’t take them to meetings or club parties unless that cannot be absolutely avoided because it is impossible to manage them there. Instead we go to parks where they can explore to their will, to exhibitions where they can linger as much as they want, read all the boards and see all the domes , follow whatever they find interesting , to beaches or to any place where they enjoy themselves.

Now three of us are the best friends and my kids are my treasure. ( And Hubby is most proud of it even though he does not let it spoil us ).

I always thought I am a bit crazy( or exaggerating ) . I could see in other people’s eyes ‘ Why you are taking so much effort just to bring up two kids ? They will just grow up. ‘  But all of them would never realise how different my kids are.

The tale of a mango pickle


Kids plucking mangoes for their grand mother …..

The collected mangoes after so much hard work!!

And here it is ! Yummy home made mango pickle… Granpa’s Special as my father made it ! Enough to tickle Every Malayalee’s Nostalagic Taste bud !

Our books for the fortnight

Setting up the Library .

I realised it is time for us to reset and list down the books in our library when I bought the same  picture dictionary for the second time. Now we have one with hard cover and one with paper back. And four versions of Cindrella. Yesterday also I bought one ( again ) thinking I don’t have one with good pictures and writing. And there are some other books also which I don’t remember.

Kids would have known it but now  some times I  go alone so that I can take my own time.

To decide is easy , but to work it out is not . But when I suggested it, kids took the whole thing away from me and worked it out  on their own.

I helped them to sort the books  and we decided to  give alphabets ( is my number  phobia  showing ? ) to every category .

I showed them how to  list down the names of books under each category and  they took it from there.

They stuck the stickers and wrote the categories.

Arranged it according to the categories.

Found out every book in the house ….

What seemed to me as a dreadful, tedious and boring job was completed with so much joy, planning, sharing, and confidence.

And our library couldn’t have been more organised!