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Early in my childhood we would have family meals where we would talk to each other, share anecdotes, read poetry, go to picnics etc., as a way to spend time together. Times have changed and the bottom line seems to be that people do not have enough time. Everyone's day is crammed with engagements from the moment they wake up till bedtime. So after much speculation, I figured that to stay connected with your children is by teaching them not only academics, but also cooking. To teach your children (both boys and girls) to cook would be an essential talent for them to have, especially if they are going abroad to study or work. For today's issue, I've included some simple snack recipes, which you can easily teach your children, and at the same time feel the joy of sharing, which is the essence of family life.
Method: Add cocoa and then fruit. Put cover on and blend until smooth. Tiny pizza Method: Spread tomato sauce on each piece of naan/pita Sprinkle the shredded cheese all over the tomato sauce Add green pepper, onions and tomatoes (and/or other toppings) Sprinkle oregano and pepper Place tiny pizzas on the baking sheet Bake for about 3 to 4 minutes. You'll know they're done when the cheese is bubbly. Enjoy your tiny pizzas! Nutty chocolate cookies Method: Add eggs to above mixture one at a time, mixing well after each addition Add flour, baking soda, and salt. Mix well until blended Place level tablespoon size of cookie dough on a greased baking sheet Bake at 350F for 10-12 minutes or until golden brown Remove from oven and cool on wire rack Peanut butter Method: Blend the mixture until it is very smooth. Store in a sealed container in the fridge. It will be good for 2 weeks. For chunky Peanut Butter: Mix the rest of the peanuts with the oil, and pour the mixture into the food processor. Blend the mixture until it is very smooth; stir in the peanuts that you had set aside. Blend a few seconds more to create the chunks in your chunky peanut butter. Store in a sealed container in the fridge. It will be good for 2 weeks. Sidewalk Shopping WHEN thinking of 'shopping', images of stacks of products displayed categorically at various lit-up plazas, shopping centres and flashy arcades usually flashes into the mind. For most of us, shopping is very time-consuming; you need to find a day off from your hectic work schedule, prepare a long list of "to buy's", rush to the shopping centres and what not. But at times, we do a great deal of shopping from sidewalks, from temporary pavement shops and from mobile hawkers at the crossroads as well. Gausia and Chandni Chawk If you have the energy to walk through the alleys of Gausia, you will be exposed to the widest array of ornaments of all kinds. Be it imitation or oxidized, with huge stones or small beads, the glossy and sparkling ones or the simple small one, anklets or toe-rings, dangling earrings or sporty tops, thick necklaces or threads and beads- they have just about everything, available in vibrant colours and versatile designs. Nilkhet Doyel Chottor Dhanmondi Shahbag Crossroads So that was a brief view of some spot shopping you could do, while just sitting inside your car or on a rickshaw, or just while strolling. Even if you just hang around the side-walks, your shopping bag will become full in no time. By Zannatul Lamea Writer’s Block Living with critters Fahmeena Nahas I have been an animal lover all my life. The first creature I bumped into was my dad's semi-Persian cat, shordarni moti bibi. She was a day older than I was and didn't quite like me, maybe because she thought in her catty way, that I was vying with her for my father's affections.
There were many dogs and cats in between. Then came along Bimbo (named after Bimbo of my all time favourite Enid Blyton book, “Bimbo and Topsy”) and Ball, the Siamese kittens. Bimbo died after a few months but Ball lived to be an old cat. She survived the Liberation War while poor moti bibi perished during the black days of the Pakistan army. We had many other cats as my father loved his feline friends. He had one cat called Baghrai. At some point, papa had to control his fat intake to keep his cholesterol in check but he had to have his breakfast of egg, toast and butter. So, he solved the problem by eating the white of the egg and passing on the yolk to Baghrai. Baghrai was so spoilt that he would look nonchalantly at mice and let them walk slowly past him. I also had numerous dogs. Goondi, a regular pied dog, was a 'goondi' in the true sense. She was very unruly and would push people from behind. She couldn't run straight and resembled the old, battered moorir tin bus that runs with its face on the road and the behind almost touching the edge of the grass. I had another dog that we ended up calling Doggie. He actually adopted us and was the finest dog I've ever had. My life hasn't been confined to only cats and dogs. We have had apartments of noisy doves and sparrows under our tin roof. The katbirali makes sure we get half-eaten fruits from all the trees. The blushing chameleon couple that live on the sandalwood tree just next to our balcony don't scurry away anymore when they see me. The mynah, beautiful birds with deep azure necks, the doyel, kingfishers, kites, sparrows, and many other birds throng the numerous trees around my house. The loudly whistling cuckoo gets defiant when we whistle back. Sometimes monkeys and civets come in looking for food. But our in-house crow steals the show. Her wing got broken for reasons unknown to us. She lives on a tree in front of our balcony and hops around the adjoining branches. She never ventures far from home and doesn't seem to have a mate. Just before dusk, she hops up to her branch and sits there. How do I know it's a female crow? I guessed it. Read on and you'll know why. Well, when my husband stands on the balcony, she is there on her favourite bough. But as soon as she sees me, she either turns around and points her tail at me or just hides behind some leaves hoping I can't see her! |
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