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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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It's the most magical place on earth. Or maybe the greatest; I'm not exactly sure what the phrase is. But Flower clearly did not think so.
In Life Are There Second Chances? - Strawberry Lime Sparkler
Are there second chances? When we do something wrong or make a mistake should we get another try? Maybe there is no such thing.
Who Are We? - Coconut Banana Bread
Mom? Flower was almost asleep but said the word softly, checking gently if I was still there or had quietly slipped out of the room. And for an odd moment, I thought she was talking to someone else. But there was no one else, just me. I'm mom.
Are We the In-Between? - Lemon Bars with Jaggery
Are we the in-between? I am an Indian American, more than one foot in the US, but with culture and roots from India. A place that I barely know, only a handful of visits during my childhood, and many stories and traditions from my parents.
It Was't Supposed to Be This Way - Overnight Oats
It wasn't supposed to be this way. I hear this from my patients, from friends, and I realize that it is also a little voice inside my head.
Aspiring to Be French - Mango Pavlova
Sometimes we aspire to be what we want through food. Years ago, before Poet and Flower and before we were married, G and I visited Paris. I had been to Paris as a teenager with my parents. It was the quintessential family trip seeing the Eiffel Tower, visiting the sites. I remember vividly eating at the Hardrock Cafe because we had tired of eating French food at our hotel.
Art Beyond the Museum - Pawpaw Meringue Tarts
Art doesn't have to be in a museum. I found that out much later in life. I grew up going to museums. As a kid, my mom loved art in the very traditional sense. She loved museums, and we would travel far and wide to see art. She shared that love with me.
A Love of Baking - Spiced Apple Hand Pies
My mother's love of baking may have started at McDonald's. She emigrated from India knowing how to make kheer and halva, but baking was completely foreign to her.
Partners in Crime - Flour's Famous Banana Bread
I married a big kid. Or perhaps we are all just kids at heart. G loves all things that are playful and fun. Before we had Poet and Flower, he would climb the kids' play structure and wave from the top.
The Summer of New Memories - Mango Lassi Popsicles
Is there Candy at Halloween? - Pumpkin Lassi
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Voting and the American Dream - Chai Masala Apple Tart
My parents were immigrants. Yours may have been too. My mother and father came here in the '70s in search of something better. I'm pretty sure they didn't know exactly what that would be.
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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