Penultimate day of April and A-Z challenge. I get this feeling of accomplishment when I look back at the bygone month. It had been a really wonderful few weeks wherein I loved myself and did the things that feed my soul. They say the things we love as kids would stay with us for ever. I still remember the day of my second grade like it was yesterday, When I pulled out a pencil and tried to sketch the picture of a medieval looking young lady. The picture adorned one of my notebooks. I still remember the thoughts that occurred to me at that time and the sense of fulfillment I felt when I was able to make a fairly accurate copy of the said lady, for my age and expertise that is. There was no looking back ever-since. It isn't until my third grade that I was bit by the writing bug,I am in thrall every since. My love for writing peaked in my seventh grade (and maintained its status quo), thanks to a teacher that mentored me. But after the love for doodles and words emerged my love to cook.
It pays to be the progeny of the artistically inclined. My mother, who had a blockbuster run as a sewing and craft teacher brings her sense of harmony and aesthetic to every thing she touches, including the way she chops vegetables and serves food on the dinner plate. So it was given that some of it seeped into me, just by the virtue of being around her and observing her intently. My mom is the most professional cook ever, and I don't mean it like how every child means about their mom. She is a cut above, no matter whom she is pitched against, and no there isn't any nepotism in that statement. When I first landed my own homemaking gig, I was barely an adult and when I tumbled down the hole and found myself in my own kitchen, it was no less than a wonderland. I was soon to discover my serious passion, cooking. And alongside, I discovered the mighty avocado.
It pays to be the progeny of the artistically inclined. My mother, who had a blockbuster run as a sewing and craft teacher brings her sense of harmony and aesthetic to every thing she touches, including the way she chops vegetables and serves food on the dinner plate. So it was given that some of it seeped into me, just by the virtue of being around her and observing her intently. My mom is the most professional cook ever, and I don't mean it like how every child means about their mom. She is a cut above, no matter whom she is pitched against, and no there isn't any nepotism in that statement. When I first landed my own homemaking gig, I was barely an adult and when I tumbled down the hole and found myself in my own kitchen, it was no less than a wonderland. I was soon to discover my serious passion, cooking. And alongside, I discovered the mighty avocado.
When I first tasted the fruit, I was flabbergasted by the rich, creamy burst of flavor and had a hard time believing that it occurred on a tree. From then on, it became an integral part of my pantry. I somehow try to sneak it into most meals. Whether I smear it on the panini sandwich or toss it along with grilled veggies in that house salad I make. Yesterday, I had this sudden impulse to recreate my favorite appetizer from Cheesecake factory - the Avocado egg rolls. The spontaneity kicked in and I rolled in freshly made dough into the wrapping and stuffed it with garden fresh cherry tomatoes, red onion bits, chunky avocado rounded up with salt pepper and a dash of lemon. The yummy stuffing was securely swaddled in the sheets and fried to enjoy. Even the ever finicky second born finished a roll, without uttering a word! When they eat without talking, I know, they are speechless :-D "This is better than the original" The first born hesitantly said. And no that doesn't qualify as nepotism from my worst, most hard to impress critic. I hope :)
So here's to the wonderful journey so far, the words and drawings from my desk and then the dishes from my kitchen. My life is blessed with these three companions and all the company I share them with.
Pictured - My very own Avocado egg rolls, served with Thai sweet sour chili dip.
keep it ready!
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