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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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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.
Things Do Not a Life Make - Idlis
Yesterday the postman delivered a package with two glasses and a seashell. My dad had carefully packed the box, and the delicate glasses had not broken. Every few weeks or so, he sends me small packages with things that used to be my Mother's.
Learning to Love the Outdoors - Seviyan Kheer
good cup of masala chai. I would check the temperature outside and think about how many months there were until spring. This year the pandemic has turned everything upside down.
Growing Up With Art - Uppit with Vegetables
Art surrounds us. G is an artist (and professor, and dad, and lots of other things). Sometimes I wonder how G and I managed to meet. My world has almost always been medicine, and we moved in different spheres with virtually no overlap.
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.
Less is More? - Ricotta Ras Malai
It is the simple things, a recurring theme over the last year. When G and I first met, I loved fussy food. I mean food that required 20 different ingredients (perhaps a little bit of an exaggeration).
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.
Everything Happens for a Reason - Spicy Cheddar Scallion Biscuits
Does everything happen for a reason? I don't know. But, my mother believed very strongly in this idea. She would use this phrase often when we were disappointed as kids. My mother wasn't particularly religious but thought this was some divine sign or message.
Waking up to Breakfast - Khichdi
We are all waiting. We are waiting to spend time with family and friends, waiting to celebrate birthdays and weddings, waiting to do the many things that are important to us. One of the things i'm waiting to do is travel.
Boys Like Pink Too - Falooda
Boys can like pink too. Poet loves his pink sneakers, pink jogging pants, and a pink hoodie. For one winter, his favorite pants had pink llamas on them. He would wear them every day, so often that he had a row of pink llama pants in his closet, his little power suit for school.
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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