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The trees towered above them. The canopy stood high above and dwarfed Poet and Flower. Flower was carefully carrying a a very full bucket of sap when plop, she tripped over her feet and fell into a sweet, sticky mountain of maple sap.
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Cooking from the Back of a Box - Chole
Growing up, my mother collected recipes. She would clip them from newspapers, magazines, and the back of boxes. She collected them all in a shoe box. When she was ready to cook, she would take out her box and look through them.
Forging New Paths - Khatti Bhaji | Hyderabadi Lamb and Spinach
Our culture is both our strength and our weakness. Growing up, my parents worked hard to give my brother and me a sense of where we came from and our strong Indian background. But it was hard. We lived in New Jersey and went to elementary school with a total of three other Asian children.
The Most Unlikely of Places - Hyderabadi Shrimp Curry
What sparks your creativity? We've been spending quite a bit of time outdoors, and Poet and Flower recently saw their grandmother's camping chair. First, they spontaneously decided they would design their own chair.
The Great American Road Trip - Tomato Rice
As the road stretched out ahead of us, I pulled my sunshade down and listened to my Walkman. When I was a kid, my parents loved the great American road trip. We would be woken up at 4 am and then gently shepherded to the car.
Only One Way Forward? - Pink Masoor Dal
I am a physician. It is almost a cliché. Medicine was the only profession I could choose. My parents were Indian immigrants, this was part of their American dream - for their children to become doctors.
Getting a Little Lost - Bombay Pav Bhaji
I wish I could wander. Wandering is a lost art, at least to me. I envy those people who love to wander. Something is freeing about making a wrong turn and suddenly finding yourself someplace unfamiliar.
The Illusion of the Bubble - Hyderabadi Keema Rice
This has been the year of the bubble. Or perhaps the illusion of a bubble. We have spent the good part of the year spending time with family and friends who have been carefully screened and scrutinized.
Vacationing with Toddlers, An Oxymoron - Crunchy Spicy Shrimp
Traveling with kids is an adventure. I envisioned an idyllic scene with the kids playing and G and I relaxing quietly. Our first vacation after Poet and Flower were born was anything but that. We decided to vacation in Maine and it was our first big trip since they were born.
Waiting ... to do so many things - Khichda
Do Kids Really sleep? - Green Tomato Salsa
Sleep begets sleep. Before Poet and Flower, I was the best sleeper. I would sleep through anything. As a kid, I would even sleep through fire alarms. Later, as an ob/gyn resident, you get paged a lot at night because babies can come anytime, and typically it felt like that was the only time.
A Pared Down Thanksgiving - Perfect Roasted Delicata Squash
Thanksgiving is right around the corner. What a year it has been, and I feel like the holiday has snuck up on us. It will be undoubtedly different this year, just us and the kids. There are no thoughts of traveling or a lot of family and friends. Our celebration will be a small one and zoom with family.
What's better than food? - Toor Dal
I'm not sure which is better, cooking with the kids or reading with them. They love to read books. Each night Poet and Flower curl up on the sofa with G to "read books on the 'puter" or read digital books together.
Hi! I’m Sameena
Welcome! I'm Sameena. I'm a physician by day, mom on call round-the-clock and avid cook. Poet and Flower is an Indian food blog celebrating my passion for food and family. I learned to cook in my mother's kitchen. My kids, Poet and Flower, are both the inspiration for the blog and the main distraction which keeps me from it.
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