I wasn’t going to create a post for this but someone asked for it in my Instagram. It’s way too cold here – 4 degrees C this morning to be precise (brr!). Spending time in the kitchen is something I keep to a minimum during nights. When I do cook, I up the quantity so I have leftovers for the next dinner. There was leftover Thai veg curry for him and I made myself a quick omelette sandwich. Simply caramelize onion slices till they are nice and golden brown. Cook the mushrooms in it and then go in the eggs. Sandwiched between two buttered bread slices and lettuce (if you have any), and pan toasted to get that perfect tan on both sides. A dinner sandwich is ready.
The 90s take me back to Mangalore, where I spent most summer holidays. I also stayed there at granny’s place for 5 years to finish school and college. My favourite and my best years, of course. There was this petty shop in the neighbourhood where the owner, Vinayaka, treated his customers like family. Well, those were such times. There was this sense of belonging to a place, to its people and its food. That shop didn’t have a name. He said he’d have to pay extra taxes and rent if he got it commercialized (or something to that effect). He anyway sold things like newspaper, cigarettes, chocolates and other small things.