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We had Eid yesterday. I had my tenant problems to deal with back home in Pakistan. He hadn’t paid the rent for three months. I was like kind of mad at him for not paying his dues. The last day of month long fasting had taken its toll, and as evening approached I was fatigued beyond measure.

IB (grandson) devours potato crisps night, and day, but anything homemade with potatoes in it, shies him off. For him, I made a mixture of chicken cut into bite size to fill into the samosas dough I had prepared earlier. When I put two chicken filled samosas in front of him, he refused to eat them. I threatened him with giving him aubergine to eat. I had made a dish for Son, and myself. IB had to decide — which he preferred. He ate the samosas.

I have found giving him alternatives to eat, lessons my period of agony over his not eating anything. He makes his own choice which in turn gets me less grief. I don’t have to prod him into finishing the meal on his plate.

Uncooked samosas waiting to be fried.


My (late) husband R, and I were locked in a heated argument. I was trying to put my side of logic upto him willing him to see my point of view, while he stressed over his. He was a strong willed person refusing to agree with me.

He threatened me, “If you won’t listen to me, or I will …….”

I was frightened (at heart I am worse than a chicken), “Or?”

“I will do nothing”.

For a moment I was speechless not believing my ears, then both of us started laughing.




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A Chicken Crossing

Ready, Set, Done!
by Ben Huberman
As it’s been a while since our last free-write… set a timer for ten minutes. Write without pause (and no edits!) until you’re out of time. Then, publish what you have (it’s your call whether or not to give the post a once-over).


Why did the chicken cross the road?

At various intervals this question has come up. I wonder why people are obsessed with the chicken crossing the road?

If he (maybe a she, or it) wants to cross the road, for all purposes he has every right to do so. Why should we try to put a stop to the crossing?

Here are the replies:

To go to the other side.

It’s the nature of chickens.

To go where no other chicken has gone before.

You tell me?

I forgot.

TJ (my daughter’s nine years old son) made a variation on the old question.

One day I phoned, and TJ picked up. He asked me, “Nano, can you answer my question?”

Poor Nano (that’s me), was wondering what he is going to ask.

“Why didn’t the chicken cross the road?”

“It didn’t want to.”

“No, I ate it”, Tj giggled.


Keema and Karalay

Amrit asked for this recipe.
For those who don’t know what Keema and Karalay means: keema means finely minced meat, and karalay is bitter gourd.
If you are totally vegetarian forego the meat. If you don’t eat beef or mutton you can use minced breast of chicken.

For the recipe I had the following ingredients:
300 grams Keema
4 bitter gourd
Salt and red chillies (the amount you like)
Haldi (turmeric) 1tea spoon
Coriander 2 tea spoons
2 large size onions
2 large size tomatoes
Garlic 8 large cloves minced
Ginger 1 inch piece minced
Olive oil, or any oil you use. Oil 2 serving spoons, or as you like
First thing is to scrape the outer skin from the bitter gourds while whole.



Then you slit the bitter gourd open and remove the inner seeds. Scrape the white pith too. Boil them till tender.

Drain the water. Squeeze them and chop them finely.

Sauté one onion in oil till light brown. Add minced garlic, and ginger. Fry for a little bit of time. Add turmeric, coriander, red pepper and salt. Fry for a few seconds. Add minced meat. Keep on stirring and break the lumps till it is browned.

Now add the karalay. Mix and keep stirring. Finally add 1 finely chopped onion, and 2 chopped tomatoes to the mix.


Stir the mixture. Put the lid on the cooking pot. Turn the heat low. After ten minutes your keema karalay is ready.
Serve it with Roti, or bread.