Archive for October, 2011

Special Offer + Shroom & Tater “Potlis”!

Thursday, October 20th, 2011

So, yesterday, I told you guys about the utter joy I got out of growing my own oyster mushrooms using the Back to the Roots mushroom kit. Well, guess what?! If you’d like to try them for yourself, I have a special present for you! Check out the special offer that the co-founder, Nikhil Arora, [...]

I’m a fun-ghi!

Wednesday, October 19th, 2011

I don’t have much of a green thumb. I can grow things, but then I get bored or I forget about them. Quite callous that way, now I think about it. As soon as the plant starts to go awry, I walk away. Bren is all about nursing it and attending it. He can’t believe [...]

Rolling Stone Salad

Wednesday, October 12th, 2011

At the beginning of the year (side note: holy joe! This year has whizzed right by!), Bren and I went to the South Beach Wine and Food Festival. One of the demos I knew I didn’t want to miss was of course, that handsome lad, Jamie Oliver. At first blush, Jamie’s boy-man appeal is apparent: [...]

All food is Indian food

Wednesday, October 12th, 2011

If you’ve blessed me by coming to any of my cooking demos recently, then you may have heard me talking about how Indians, or at least the Indians in my family, often think that all good things, all civilized things, all things worth lauding… originated in India! Whether it’s the decimal point, the number zero, [...]

The Joy of Self-control

Monday, October 10th, 2011

After a trip to the naturopath to figure out why the psoriasis on my shins won’t go away, I’m trying a month off dairy, gluten, almonds, kale, pineapple, brewers yeast (welp! No beer whatsoever!), navy beans and alfalfa sprouts. Yup, you heard me right. (Or I suppose more accurately, you *read* me right). Kale. Weird, [...]

Birthday Blessings

Thursday, October 6th, 2011

It’s my mum’s birthday today (although as I write, it’s now tomorrow in India. Isn’t that wild?!) Happy birthday, mum! Thank you for carrying me so carefully for 9 months (all 10 pounds of me), for birthing me, feeding me, burping me, wiping my bum, stroking my head to sleep (which poor Bren still has [...]