Nothing special, just the banal musings of my daily life.
Tag Archives: Food
When faced with a samosa, remember to get out of the way…
Bring on the cake, we really want to live
Said Maira Kalman in her wonderful book Cake, and I take those words very seriously. If you’ve been reading my blog for some time you will know that’s all I ever think about and sometimes do things…
Here’s a drawing of morotskaka that the brown boy has loved ever since Malmö and we are made to eat it often.
This wishful drawing is from my birthday two years ago – when I was more concerned about growing older than I am now.
“The wonderful thing about cake is it really is connected to so many moments, not just celebratory moments, but moments of heartache.”Maira Kalman
and last year I discovered this wonderful concoction.
So what’s your favorite? Or can you even have favorites?
Dinner times with Orin
How fast they grow!
My breakfast of champions
I draw everyday but there’s just no time to scan and make a beautiful post. So here is the raw drawing.
And happy Diwali everyone!
The empty space
A couple of months ago we lost our beloved Dida, our mothers’ mother. When I lose someone from my life, I have a ritual of committing to paper all the memories before they grow dim in my mind. This is one of those ritual drawings.
For all the cousins: Rishi, Ribhu, Reshmi, Ruby, Nikon, Bimbo, Josh-da, Mishti-di, Babun-da, Pushan-da, Raja-da, Ruchi-di, Rinku-di, Badshah-da and Tupshi.
Hall-ghar: the big room, literally the hall
Adda: A gathering for gossip, among other things. Wikipedia definition
Kodbel: A fruit
Putiram: a sweet shop
Eecha: A sweet made with coconut in the shape of prawns from East Bengal
Cheet: A gur candy probably invented by my Dida
Patla Dal with kaalo jeera: Watery dal made in the East Bengal way
Daler Bora, Daler Paturi: Dishes made with lentils, from East Bangal
Mourala Maachch: Tiny fish from the Bay of Bengal
The dailies, this week
I draw a daily diary these days. Here’s the one from yesterday.
And here’s another one from a few days ago – not really a diary – but all I wanted to remember from that day.