Product Review: Bake Me India Vanilla Shortbread Cookies Baking Kit

Baking with the bub has always been a dream of mine. Ever since I became a mommy –  even before that I think – I would dream of, one day, standing alongside the bub in our kitchen, measuring out ingredients, mixing them up, placing a cake or cookies in the oven, letting her lick the last of the batter from the mixing bowl, waiting for the oven timer to go off, and laughing at the look of awe on her face on watching the finished product get out of the oven..  all of this and more. You get the drift, right?

I never actually attempted anything like this, though, till very recently, when I won a Bake Me India Vanilla Shortbread Cookies Baking Kit on an Instagram photo contest.

Check out my detailed review of the baking kit, just in on my photo blog!

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Book Review: Frank Goes To The Market

Frank Goes To The Market is the latest book I read with the bub.

As the name suggests, is the story of a little boy named Frank who visits the market with his mother. His mother has a lot of shopping to do in the market, and tells him to stay close to her, without wandering off anywhere. Soon, though, Frank notices a cow with bells around her neck and, attracted, starts following her. It doesn’t take him long to realise that he is lost, alone in the bustling market.

What happens next? How does Frank find his mother in the crowded marketplace? Check out my review, just in on my photo blog!

Saragva Ni Kadhi| Gujarati Drumstick Kadhi

Saragva ni kadhi, a Gujarati dish made using curd and drumsticks (‘saragva’ is Gujarati for ‘drumsticks’), is a hot favourite at our place. One of our Gujarati friends taught us how to make this kadhi, years ago, and I have been making it ever since. The husband loves it, the bub loves it, and so do I. This kadhi is something I prepare often at home, whenever there is sour curd left over. Hey, sometimes I even set extra curd just so I can make this! 🙂

Check out the recipe, just in on my photo blog!

The Beginning Of School And A Schoolmoon

The bub starts school this June.

After a lot of thinking and researching and soul-searching, we decided to go ahead with the Montessori method of teaching. I still have my fears about the method, but we want the bub to be in an atmosphere that doesn’t put undue pressure on her, letting her learn at her own pace, in her own way, at least in the initial few years. We love the concept of Montessori, and the few friends I have talked to about this have vouched for it. We have had naysayers, too, but the husband and I have made up our minds to give the bub a chance at this system, and the system a chance to work on the bub.

We were fortunate enough to get her admitted into a school that follows purely Montessori methods of teaching (there are many schools that call themselves ‘Montessori’, but aren’t really!). We liked the school, and got good vibes from the teachers and principal, with whom we talked to at length. Soon, very soon, too soon, the bub will be a ‘school-going’ child. Life, as we know it, is going to change, for all of us in the family.

As I stand at the crux of a huge life change, I am as worried, fearful and doubtful as I am happy and excited. This is a big, big, big decision that we have taken on behalf of Bubboo, and I hope (pray, fingers crossed) that it works out for the best. The OH, being the OH, is unruffled and unperturbed about it all, at least on the surface.

Considering that life is going to get crazier than it is now, once school begins, and because we have been having quite a few stressful days lately, we decided to take a vacation. Within the span of four days, we had in our hands a travel plan for parts of Northeast India – a place that I have always dreamt of visiting. It was as if the place called out to us, and chose us to come over. Last-minute preparations and packing were done, and we left on our holiday – I choose to call it a ‘schoolmoon’ – a week ago. We just got back to Bangalore after a little over a week’s time of visiting fabulous places that had us ooh-ing and aah-ing, made us introspect, and pushed us out of our comfort zones. We met some very interesting people, and had some lovely experiences that I will cherish for a long, long time to come. Stories from the trip will be up on the blog soon, hopefully.

Please do pray for us to fare well and send us positive vibes, will you? And do wait for the travel stories – I promise they will be worth your while!

Till the next time, be good!

Life And Times With The Bub

The little one gave all of us a big, big, big scare over the weekend. The stud we had put in one of her ears somehow got stuck in her piercing, so much so that the entire front portion of the earring disappeared! We tried to remove the earring, but we had to stop because she started bleeding from the piercing. She was, thankfully, fine otherwise – in no apparent pain, playing and talking normally.

The first ENT doctor we took her to just wasn’t ready to listen to us. We repeatedly told him that this wasn’t a new piercing, but he went on blaming the ENT who did the piercing (which was 2 years ago, BTW). Much to our horror, this guy suggested getting the bub admitted in hospital and operating her under general anesthesia. Common sense prevailed, and we decided to seek another opinion.

The husband and I rushed the bub to another hospital, another ENT. She said she could remove the earring, that she would have apply some ointment to numb the earlobe, that we would have to hold the little one’s head tightly. The proceedure would be done right there, in her chamber, in front of us, she said. She told us to be prepared for an incision too – she might have to make one, in the worst case. Almost tearfully, we gave her the go-ahead. Thankfully, the earring came out soon, with lesser fuss than we had expected, without the doctor having to make a cut. I couldn’t thank the doctor – and God – enough. We brought her home in an hour or so, and she is perfectly okay now.

Apparently, the screws we had put in the bub’s earrings had gotten infected, and one  earring had sunk in. The other earring, too, would have gone in the same way, in a couple of days, had we not noticed. Phew! So much stress in the span of just a few hours! But then, there’s nothing like a visit to the emergency section in a children’s hospital to make you count your blessings in life. This incident has made me grateful and stronger, if not anything else.

All’s well that ends well, though. We have been asked to apply antiseptic gel on both her earlobes for about a week, and to rest the wounds for at least a couple of days before we try to put other earrings back on.