Making special Sunday lunch, butter chicken included. Dadu's always been a stud.
Working class heroes, mid-eighties.
Spawn tries to be Camel.
The stud should've taught me to make butter chicken much earlier and the working class heroes should've kept the Rajasthan trip for much later but that's the thing, blood never flows the way it should. Also, now that I think of it it doesn't coagulate properly either.
So maybe I should ditch the whining.
13 comments:
tomar ei header ta khub shundor priyanka di:-)My grandfather used to bake cakes which used to be delicious I've heard...wish he was around to teach me now..lovely photos:)
My dada's a great cook too. My mother as a kid once wrote in an essay title 'My Parents'- 'My mother is short and fat and my father is a good cook.' The teacher actually asked her whether she didn't mean the reverse!
P.S.- Rajasthan picture is love.
Aww, the camel pic. :)
WV: Momma.
You look precious.
Are you doing the header changes manually? Every time this page refreshes, it's a different one :D
Love the photographs :) The Bournvita shishi made me really sad but.
you look wonderfully vague. And look at that lopsided smile! hee.
choi.
Butter Chicken...you had me sold at that.
Your dadu is studmacha beyond par.
I want butter chicken. :(
I will say "I love this". I will, no matter how useless it sounds.
Heh. Pure fun, your blog is.
I love this post. It's unbelievably cute. And I love the new header too.
Priyanka, why aren't you a man?
:P
this pics are <3ly.
these*
they're absolutely fantastic!
My Dadu made heavenly muitha.
Yes, I'm Bangal. And proud of it. :-P
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