Friday, October 28, 2011

Road Trip

So I'm about to embark on the road trip of my lifetime. Ok. Maybe not lifetime. The road trip of this year.

Thom and I are gonna drive from Trivandrum to Kochin to Bangalore to Bombay, and that's gonna be a total of 1732 km (according to Google maps)! Woohoo!

So I'll see you on the other side with pictures to boot! :) 

Love ya!

In a couple of days

So... This is me - my self portrait for Day 1 for the photo challenge. 

And this is the picture I took on Day 2 for the prompt "What I wore". These are the earrings that I stole from my friend Suey and I love them 'coz they complete me. 

Join me on this challenge and let us talk about peanut butter and jelly cupcakes, things that complete us and other intellectual pursuits that we are inclined to follow. 

Tuesday, October 25, 2011


You know why I need this? 'Coz these days, I spend forever in my track pants, eating chicken wings and cake from the cake tin while watching House, Dexter and Desperate Housewives, and the only break I take from this schedule is to call Dominos for pizza delivery.

I am so drenched in sloth right now that even I feel the urgent need to bring some discipline into my life. That's why I'm gonna do this for 30 days, so smack me if I don't stick to the schedule faithfully! 

This particular photo challenge is from Christina of the sweet, sweet blog, Wifey's Notes. She started in the beginning of October and she is almost done with it now. Great going, Christina!

I'm gonna start tomorrow, the 26th of October, and I'll post the pictures every 4 days or so.

Join me if you'd like to. As with everything else, the more the merrier. :)

Sunday, October 23, 2011

Sweet dreams are made of cheese

Isn't David Lebovitz awesome?


Just sayin'! 

p.s. This may have played a small part in the epiphany. 

And yes. This is cheese. Coulommiers cheese, to be precise. 

Sometimes, I shut one eye and half-squint the other and imagine that this is a buttery, crumbly tart with unctuous lemon curd oozing out of every crevice. Othertimes, I imagine that it is Artisan bread slathered abundantly with pliant butter. And sometimes I remain true to reality and think of how it would be to touch, feel, smell, see and taste this divine looking cheese. 

And this is what David Lebovitz has to say about this matter: "The slightly pungent flavor is enveloped by silky dairy overtones, as if the cows were fed only heavy cream during their blissful lives. And when it’s ripe and ready, the over-the-top creaminess will have you racing to the nearest boulangerie for a fresh baguette to smear it on." (Go here for the whole post.)

When Kurt Cobain sang,"Who needs touch when you've got words", these are exactly the kind of words he was talking about. 

Which brings me back to my point: Isn't David Lebovitz awesome? 

Just sayin'!


Friday, October 21, 2011

Happy Birthday to my one year old!'s a boy!!!

Just kidding 'bout the kid! ;)

Actually, I completely missed the day, but three days back, I finished a year of blogging! So yaay for me, 'coz it has been one year of me doing something that I had absolute pleasure with. In many, many ways, this blog and all of you guys have been such a pillar of support for me because I started it at a time when we had kinda but not really called off our wedding and I was not sure what the hell was happening with my life. I started the blog just because I had to do something. Anything. I couldn't get out of the fog, I couldn't  buy a dog, so I started a blog. (Really!) And look how that's turned out! :)

Thanks again to Thommy for irritating me enough about me not being self aware and to my father for screaming at me enough about my multitude of talents getting wasted and to my mother for naively telling me to write something for the Internet people enough number of times to actually make me, the queen of inactivity and inertia, get up and about and actually start a blog. So thank you for having the faith!

And thanks to each and every one of you who reads my blog occasionally, frequently or obsessively, 'coz you really do make it worth the while.

Much love to all of you,

Dizzy Lizzie :)

I owe you.

Button up!

Call it 'blowing my own trumpet' if you feel compelled to, but I now have a button that I stitched up for this blog all by myself and I am dying to tell y'all how I got it done!

After burning the midnight oil on many, many, many... you know... midnights (ahem), I finally stumbled upon the formula for a fool proof solution and this is what it is.

1. Grab a cuppa steamin' hot chocolate and throw some marshmallows into it. This is the most critical step and you will do well not to skip it.

2. Settle down in your barcalounger and turn on some J.Lo if you please.

3. Begin with an image of your logo, your self, your little toe, your dog, Michelle Obama's arms or whatever else rocks your socks. This should ideally be a square of a size less than 150 pixels on each side because larger buttons can result in their sides being cut off by the ruthless, evil enterprise called Blogger. Of course, in that vein, you can also make it a rectangle of width 150 pixels and height 150000 pixels. But what would you do with that, huh? And anyways, a button is a button is a button. Small and cute. It is not a stick.

I did mine on Photoshop but you can use Picnik or Pixlr or any other photo editing software.

4. Now you need to upload your image on the big bad world wide web through an image hosting website such as Picasa or Photobucket. Once this is done, you can easily find the URL code for the image. In Picasa, you simply need to right click the uploaded image and select Copy Image URL. You will need this URL in the next step, so hold your horses!

5. Copy the following code and replace yourblogURL with (duh!) the URL of your blog and yourimageURL with the Image URL from your uploaded image (Step 4). (The quotation marks are necessary.)

<a href="yourblogURL/"><img src="yourimageURL" /></a>

For your reference, this is what my code looks like.

<a href=""><img src="" /></a>

6. In your blog, choose Design, and then choose Add a gadget, and then choose HTML / Java Script. Write whatever you fancy in the 'Title' area and in the 'Content' area, paste the HTML code from Step 5. Save it.

This is what my HTML page for the image looks like.

Now if you go and look at your blog, you would have the title and the button image displayed on it.

7. Pat yourself in the back and go get yourself some Mai Tais. You deserve it at this juncture.

8. Now you need to create the text area for your button so that people who want to grab your button can actually grab it. For this you need to again go to Design, and then choose Add a gadget, and then choose HTML / Java Script. Leave the 'Title' blank and in the 'Content' section, add the following code. 

<textarea rows="4" cols="20">

Then paste in your HTML from step 5 and close with


This is what my HTML page for the code looks like.

Save it and you're done!

There you go, now you have a button for your blog and you're all set to be fabulous!;)

I sincerely hope that I haven't addled your brain further with needless trivia. If you do make yourself a button, please do let me know! I would love to exchange some buttons with you! [Wow! That does not even sound creepy!]


Thursday, October 20, 2011


Age: Eighteen. Ok. Twenty. No. Twenty Seven. :D

Bed size: Queen

Chore you hate: Wiping Tables

Dogs: All dead. :( No I didn't kill them.

Essential start to your day: Snoozing the alarm clock. I feel unfulfilled without it.

Favorite color: Depends on the purpose of it. If it's to stare at, its butter yellow. If it's to wear, red. If it's to eat, pink. If it's to paint with, peacock blue.

Gold or silver: Silver coloured gold.

Height: 5 ft 4 inches

Instruments you play: Have learnt piano, guitar and drums. Can play Monopoly.

Job Title: Since I have refused to accept 'House Wife' as an acceptable job title, I am choosing to go with 'Fairy Dust Scatterer' instead.

Kids: As soon as my lawfully wedded husband is ready to gift me a dog, I will be ready to have kids. But as of now, it is a negative on both

Love: Lemon Curd

Mother's name: Anna

Nicknames: Liz, Lizzie, Elle, Tee, Tia, Tin, Tin Tin, Gi, George

Overnight hospital stays: During my stints with pancreatitis and malaria and when I had to get my tonsils removed. And also when my friend Bubble drank a whole bottle of rum, neat, passed out and had to be admitted in the ICU. That was fun.

Pet Peeves: Hugs from people I am not familiar / comfortable with.

Quote from a movie or tv show: "You know how to whistle, don't you, Steve? You just put your lips together and blow."

Right or left: Right brain, right hand.

Siblings: One baby brother

Time you wake up: I woke up today at 12:55 PM

Useless trivia about you: I love collecting different types of tea.

Vegetable you hate: Ladies Finger

What makes you run late: The fact that I hate any kind of change.

X-rays you've had: Teeth, back leg, hand, head.

Yummy food you make: PB&J

Zoo animal: Zoos are jails for animals. Say no to zoos.

Clap Clap Clap!!!

Yesterday, the weirdest thing happened. I was flying from Bombay to Trivandrum, and when the plane touched down, one of the passengers started applauding. 

Ya think it's 'coz we watch way too many musicals? 

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Pretty as pink


Is this not the prettiest picture of cupcakes ever? Go get yourself some and then let's have tea. 

Friday, October 14, 2011

Worst! Day! Ever!

Long story in 3 points

1. Cloud burst over Bombay city --> Torrential Rain
2. The sewage pipe overflowed / burst and started using the road as its pathway
3. I had to cross that road

I just want to say that the day reached its proverbial worst when I had to clean the remnants of my jaunt off my jeans.

Words can't express the feeling. There aren't any words. All I know is that my feet are never going to feel clean again.

p.s. Watch Slumdog Millionaire. You'll know what I'm talkin' 'bout!

Tuesday, October 11, 2011


You know what really burst my bubble yesterday?

I live the heart of stark, raving mad Bombay city now, and weirdly so, there is a small stream right next to where I live. There are trees on the side of it and if you squint hard enough and plug your nose with a clothes pin, you can almost ignore the garbage near and in it. So any time the city's insanity would get to me, I'd look at this stream and it would remind me that there was a time when Bombay was a small city with happy people living normal lives, and that maybe one day, the madness of the city would be cured. My pretty little stream was my solace; my beacon of hope  for a better tomorrow.

Well, as it turns out, the "stream" is not a stream, but a gutter with festering garbage and dead bodies of animals - a veritable cesspool of infection and disease.

So much for my romantic notions about Bombay city!!!

A day in numbers

08:00 - 6 Idlis + 8 tbsps coconut chutney - 6 x 60 + 8 x 70 - 920 calories
08:00 - 1 Banana - 130 calories
08:00 - 1 mug coffee with milk - 180 calories
10:00 - 1 supersized sliver of chocolate cake with a ganache frosting and filling - 400 calories
13:00 - 2 cups of cooked rice, dal, curry made with peas and potatoes - 350 + 150 + 300 - 800 calories
13:00 - 1 chocolate milkshake - 1000 calories
16:00 - 1 supersized sliver of chocolate cake with a ganache frosting and filling - 400 calories
16:00 - 1 PB & J Sandwich - 370
18:00 - 2 plates Pani Puri - 500 x 2 - 1000 calories
21:00 - Mixed Noodles with Kung Pao Mushrooms - 1000 calories
21:30 - 1 supersized sliver of chocolate cake with a ganache frosting and filling - 400 calories
22:00 - 1 mug of milk with Chocolate Horlicks in the suggested quantity of 3 heaped tsps - 300 calories

Total energy intake - 6900 calories.

Today was a good day. You know what an even better day is?

One that says:

23:00 - Box of  assorted Godiva chocolates - 2000 calories

But those only come along once in a while 'coz that's how life is.

And you know how I stay in the pink of good health?

I eat every 2 hours like all good nutritionists say, I drink at least 3 liters of sparkling water through the day and I get about 10 hours of consistent exercise while watching whole seasons of Glee / Desperate Housewives / Two and a Half Men / How I Met Your Mother / Dexter / Friends. Laughter truly is the best exercise and the best medicine!!!

Now what did your day add up to?

Saturday, October 8, 2011

Career, calling, cake and chocolate

So as all of you are WELL aware by now, I have NO idea what I want to / am supposed to do in my life, even though I am interested in / passionate about / educated in a whole barrel of things. So yesterday, when my [cool and hot at the same time] friend, Ki, and her [pretty] boy, Rob, came over for a glass of wine and 2 cookies, they decided that what I needed to do in my life was bake chocolate cakes and sell them. [They haven't seen the volcanoes, fires, burns and craters that have resulted from / on my cakes. So they still remain slightly deluded about my skills, thanks to the ever present generous dousing of chocolate sauce on it.]

Thom, of course, being ever faithful and straight out convinced that HE has indeed discovered my calling , quipped in that while I would be good at anything [!!!], I should be writing for a living, 'coz apparently, that's what I'm best at! I, as usual, chose to ignore that and I told Ki that I would bake a couple of cakes for her as Madam X, so that she could them distribute at work and that we would take it from there.

So I was of course, searching for new recipes 'coz it is imperative that I make new cakes now, purely for R & D purposes, and that is when I came across Isa's blog, Schlitzohren, which is pure joy, I tell you! Pure joy! Beautiful people, beautiful photography, beautiful food. And she has a recipe in there for the World's Best Chocolate Cake. The words 'World's Best'... they are such a beacon of hope in this dreary world. They tell me that my quest is not over, and that there is more chocolate to be tasted and more butter to be devoured. Hope and chocolate cake. My raison d'etre!

Now Isa has made this cake with chocolate chunks, brown sugar and butter and the recipe reads so well that I want to go back in time and demand a baking oven as my dowry from my father. Too late for that now, but I am sooo making this cake as soon as I can!

Friday, October 7, 2011

Snippets from my Pho-reign Trip

In every journey I take, the one thing I constantly am searching for with respect to food and flavours, is that something extraordinary that broadens horizons and changes perceptions in a way that the world is never the same again. For instance, in Goa, that one thing was the Recheido Masala that fish, meat and vegetables are often grilled in. I had my first taste of it and I couldn't believe that I had lived all my life without having experienced this spectacular flavour. Goa for me, is now synonymous with this taste.

Tamil Nadu's flavour would be the filter coffee from Apoorva Sangeeta that is so heady that it almost tastes like it contains alcohol. It is the standard by which I measure coffee and nothing, ever, has lived upto it. Dharamsala spontaneously evokes in me memories of Ginger Lemon Honey Tea. I had this backpacker favourite for the first time during my first visit to this hilltop locale, and I now have it every time I see it on a menu. I also became such an avid drinker of black and green tea after my discovery of this. It changed my life in a very significant way, to say the least. Lucknow visitors must eat the Basket Chaats that you get there. It is beyond fabulous and I would happily trek all the way there just to get a bite of it.

I could tell you what that one flavour that changed my perception to food itself is, in every place I visited. 'Coz really. I don't stop eating until I find it. But what I really want to tell you is that for me, the flavour of Vietnam is the Pho that you get in every nook and corner of this majestic country, for every meal. Essentially, Pho is a Vietnamese Noodle Soup made with beef, chicken or vegetables. This is served with basil, lemon grass, coriander, bean sprouts, lime and chillies on the side. Healthy and chock-full of goodness!

If I was in any state of array with respect to my house right now, I would have cooked this for you. But my kitchen, also known as a jungle of Tupperware and stainless steel covering every surface, is adamant that it will not yield to being cooked in as of now. So you will just have to trust my word, find a recipe and make it for yourself. Here's a good place to start.

And as for me, I'm just gonna be happy looking at my boy wearing this T-shirt!

Go Pho!!!

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

The Art of Marriage

There are many, many secrets to a successful marriage that are known to the ancients and the wise, some of which I have been privy to, over my one month of being married. One of them is definitely that a clean and neat house for your husband and you to come home to at the end of the day goes a long way in establishing marital peace and contentment.

One way of doing this is by throwing away the used clothes / vessels / machinery that you are too lazy to wash / clean and just buying replacements, rather than leaving them lying around for the gnomes to come and clear up. (Trust me, I have done both, and the latter really doesn't work!)

This singular act that is an unsullied expression of selflessness not only ensures that your home is a haven for the cold and the weary, but also encourages healing through retail therapy. Thus you are allowed to willfully explore the length and width of the paradisaical wilderness that is your marriage, free of bitterness, mistrust, fear and loathing. 

Hot or Not

Ten not so hot things about marriage

I miss going on Pinterest and obsessing over wedding stuff. There is going to be no wedding in my life again. Ever. The smell of that is the smell of doom.

Apparently, there is no space on the bed for 5 more pillows. I miss my pillows!!!

I miss Squint - my strange bedfellow - even more.

Apparently, I have to share my chocolates now, and not just with Squint. No one warned me about this, not even the priest who conducted the wedding. As if he couldn't have subtly slipped this non-innane piece of information in between "You need to be there for him in sickness and in health", and "Do you take him to be your lawfully wedded husband"!!! *#%^**&^(&^^^%$#%^^$$^&*@@#$!!!

I smell the same as Thom now because we use the same body wash + shampoo + toothpaste + perfume + deodorant!!! There is no mystery left in my life anymore!!!

Here comes the worst...I smell like a man!!!!

I have a ring on my finger. What will Taye Diggs think of me when I hit on him now!!!

Apparently the "I cook, you clean" myth is not really a urban legend. I am more a follower of the "I cook what I want to eat when I want to eat and I never clean ever!!!" school of thought. There is no marriage between these two for sure!

Television time sharing!!! Sucks rotten eggs, I tell you! Sucks rotten eggs!

People think that it is now perfectly polite, appropriate and possibly even expected of them, to point to my burgeoning belly (thanks to a month of consistent and considerable calorie intake), and ask me if I am pregnant. Apparently,  the question is offensive to "Indian" sensibilities only when applied to a single girl, 'coz how could she possibly get pregnant in the first place!' And most definitely, it is not equivalent to calling someone fat, because clearly, all respectable married women have to be with child / children at all times. This knowledge / awareness seems to be a part of the Universal Indian consciousness.  I'm so gonna take a leaf from this book and the next time I find myself disliking a person, I am gonna call her fat by asking her if she is preggers! Marriage. It's my license to kill!

10 hot things about marriage

"Everything that's yours is mine. Everything that's mine is also mine." This is perfect expression in a line and it accurately defines the just, equitable state of existence that is marriage.

Need I say more? I rest my case!!!