The rice cooker

Did I tell you about the wonderful pancakes that I made for breakfast. They were not exactly round, but they were immensely tasty with the right amount of maple syrup. In fact they were so good that I now have a problem of waking up early enough to make them. I know I won't do that everyday.

Today was quite a hectic day. Thanks to my touring life I've really not got around to getting a hired help. So this Sunday was clean up day. I swept and mopped the floor then washed up the vessels before I conjured up that wonderful breakfast. Actually this seems to be the only exercise I am getting lately which reminds me cycling for sure tomorrow morning.

Anyway I topped it with lunch at Oye Amritsar with the very Amritsari Vikram Chandan. The Rotis were a lot like authentic Punjabi cuisine, the Pindi Channa was OK but the Lassi was nothing Punjabi. It's got a nice interesting ambience and definitely visitable. We actually reached there at 3, so it took some convincing to get our lunch. Vikram wearing an I amritsar T - shirt helped :D.

We then headed out to Croma to get my rice cooker but instead walked into Amoeba for bowling which we could not do courtesy a huge crowd and were instead intercepted by some researchers for a mobile phone research. They gave us a deodorant as the gift. Was conducted quite professionally I must say.

Anyway a visit to any electronic store for me is a very expensive affair. So I ended up buying a UMD of Mortal Kombat, a Silicon case and TV adapter cables for my PSP and checked out the LCD/Plasma TV section with a heavy heart. All this before I even saw the rice cooker.

The background to this cooker ting is that it was exactly in May 2001, when my grandpa (mom's dad) died that my dad and I had bought a rice cooker in Mumbai. Mom and sis being in Kerala and me having my engg exams meant the two of us were left to fend for ourselves, which we did admirably. Saw the exact model in the rack at Croma. It suddenly brought some memories back. I bought a better one this time, one with a steamer and all. I'm after all a SINK (Single income no kids) family :).

Came home and called Mumbai when dad picked up the phone. I had asked mum for advice on the rice cooker and she'd apparently told dad because he asked me whether I remembered the time we both had gone to buy the rice cooker and how we cooked (and sometimes ordered) dinner each night. I said yes and there was a silence before we resumed the conversation with our favourite topic Ansh my nephew.

It's funny how sometimes something so insignificant can bring back some very powerful memories. Memories are linked by so many such insignificant objects which played a part in some very signiicant parts of our life.

Here's to cooked rice and steamed veggies.

Luv,

Pranay