I am besides myself with excitement today. Its true that when the time is ripe inspiration hits you from nowhere.
Let me explain…I usually love cooking..there are times when I also find it a chore. I have been reading a lot about mindful cooking and mindful eating and also experimenting with a bit of both..But today I have no idea what hit me. I decided to make dry egg curry for dinner and when I entered the kitchen its as if I was possessed by a joyful soul who wanted me to serve the best to my loved ones. So here I share with you my special recipe for a dry egg masala…loaded and seasoned with love and bliss.
Clean your kitchen counter and gas stove clean and sparkling. Let all the unnecessary items be out of the way. Take out only what you need.
A cooking pan, a pan filled with water, three eggs, onion, tomato, ginger, garlic, chilli powder, cumin powder, tumeric powder, corriander powder, pepper powder, garam masala powder, corriander leaves, curry leaves, salt to taste and a pinch of sugar.
Start your cooking with a prayer on your lips..a gratitude to the divine for the filled kitchen that you have. Boil the eggs in a pan of water. While the eggs are boiling, chop the onions. Cut ginger and garlic into pieces. As you chop these, think of the fertile soil that has nurtured these vegetables that have come into your hand. Feel the love of the soil. Be aware of how hard nature has worked to nourish your body and soul. Coarse grind onions, ginger and garlic together in a mixie without any water but with dollops of love.
Chop tomatoes finely. As you do this, think of the farmers who have toiled to bring this tomatoes to your kitchen and silently thank them in your heart. Once boiled, shell the eggs gently and put slits in the eggs so that masalas can be absorbed.
Bring the cooking pan on the gas. Add two spoons of oil and two spoons of laughter. Once the oil is hot, sprinkle a spoon of cumin powder just as your might sprinkle some gaiety on your loved ones. Stir lightly and once a light aroma is given, add the coarsely ground onion, ginger and garlic paste. Let the aroma cause rivers of joy to run through you.Imagine the food you are cooking will heal all the pains of your dear ones. Fry it for five minutes. Now add a spoon of care (tumeric powder), a spoon of energy (chilli powder), a spoon of peace(corriander powder) and a spoon of healing (pepper powder) . Stir it all in with a prayer of togetherness to bind it in. Feel blessed for your hands which allow you to create all this.
After two minutes, add and loads of nourishment which pours from your heart into the pan along with two finely chopped tomatoes. As all these virtues simmer together, add a spoon of nourishment with a spoon of water and cover then pan. After five minutes of simmering in love and joy, open the pan and mix the garam masala in the pan as you might weave a prayer of safety into your loved ones life. Add the boiled eggs to the pan. Add oodles of gratitude through salt and a touch of sweetness through the sugar. Sprinkle passion for life through the freshly cut corriander.
Cook it for five minutes as your heart fills with bliss for the nourishing dish that has been prepared for your family through the love in your hands.Let the bliss wash over you as your family enjoys their meal.
Declutter Declutter Declutter!
BY MAYA ANGELOU
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
’Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
’Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own backyard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history’s shame
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
Who is strong? Is your strength real only if someone knows you are strong? When you swallow all your pains. ..when no one knows the silent battles you have fought and won. ..are those victories for real?
- “At times, our own light goes out and is rekindled by a spark from another person. Each of us has cause to think with deep gratitude of those who have lighted the flame within us.” – Albert Schweitzer
Thanks for joining me!
Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton