The first step

Food has always had a special and rather sensitive place in my family. The men of the family who ate first because they went out for work in the morning never complained if the dal had no salt or the fish was over fried. If that makes you think they were epitomes of adaptability, let me correct you. They never complained because they wanted the women (the cooks) to taste the same bad food and never forgot to inquire after how great their lunch was on returning home.

Those were days when families were large and mutton was a Sunday delicacy. Refrigerators were as rare as white tigers and chicken was banned entry in kitchens. The first LPG oven was bought when I was about three, which means I still have a memory of the huge double burner clay oven on which the family's daily meals were cooked. 

Being born to a mother who has a special talent for cooking, I had never had the misfortune of tasting bad food...well, almost. Disasters did happen at rare occasions when she accidentally broke the sunshine yolk of my poached egg. Now that was a real DISASTER by my standards and also by my mother's since those were the only times I made any fuss over food. And from that time onwards poached egg remains my comfort food, my staple. Which justifies its presence in the header of my blog :) 

And so here I am, with my brand new food blog that promises you a heady mix of domestic recipes, restaurant details and soulful memories for munching. Here we go.


P.S: Due to some technical glitch "Priya" is shining bright as the talented author of this post...but that i am modest, i unveil the truth... its "Byango Me" and not Simply "Me". :)