tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-645056790633480976.post1083489653416864388..comments2023-09-02T11:44:14.113-04:00Comments on Peekaboo: Treasures of LifeMadhuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03686697183707303538noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-645056790633480976.post-1734792167363523412007-08-02T13:11:00.000-04:002007-08-02T13:11:00.000-04:00I remember that sleep over at my place when we all...I remember that sleep over at my place when we all tried a hand at cooking! Now wasnt it supposed to be a sleep over for our project discussion ;-) Those days were fun!Madhuhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03686697183707303538noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-645056790633480976.post-6828227921515576642007-07-31T02:22:00.000-04:002007-07-31T02:22:00.000-04:00Ah lovely. Madhu, do you know something very funn...Ah lovely. Madhu, do you know something very funny? I remember you very often in this very context. <BR/>Once, we were all at your place as usual, and Aunty and Uncle were away. There was puliyogare gojju in a steel box, and there was very little left. You scooped it out, put it to the anna to mix it... then you put a little of the plain anna into the box, and swiped your fingers with the anna on the sides of the box to get the remaining gojju stuck there. <BR/>Then you stopped suddenly, and said. "Oh, I hadn't realized what I was doing. My mom does this, I picked it up unconsciously!"<BR/>In fact, I learnt most of my cooking just by watching too.Shruthihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00635222842257175541noreply@blogger.com