Weekend!

Ah the bliss of curling up in your PJ's, listlessly sipping your morning tea, aimlessly flipping through TV channels, having absolutely no clue as to how the day is to be spent or what should be done next. That absolute wonderful feeling when your day hasn't even begun at 9.30 AM and neither are you thinking of beginning it any time soon. This is only to be experienced on weekends of course when the rest of the week just whizzes past in a constant vicious cycle.

But come to think of it, the lazy, drawling mornings stretched on forever with my cup of tea is just about the only thing I really miss since I started going out to work. This maybe because I enjoy the work I do, for writing has always been my one true passion. Oh and I also miss those spontaneous cooking and baking adventures of mine from time to time too. Oh well, all in good time.

Speaking of baking, felt like baking last evening and was in an intense debate with myself, trying to decide between brownies or  pumpkin pie. Finally decided on baking brownies, but very, very predictably, as is always the case, we were out of butter. Sigh..... Why oh why is it that the exact thing that we need is the exact thing that is missing when you need it??? Sigh........... So *poof!* went the dreams of warm chocolate brownies with melting vanilla ice cream for tea in the afternoon, disappeared into thin, invisible air, gone down the gutter, gurgled down the drain and flushed down the toilet, so very heartlessly  :(


After a week of being terribly sick, Lady Grouchalot is finally back in the scene. Although throwing up everything, including water that dared pass beyond the throat and then feeling all dizzy and light headed 24 hrs a day was more than what I had bargained for, being pushed around the hospital in a wheel chair by a total hunk (I'm serious, hospitals should follow the example of this particular hospital and hire good looking dudes to push you around in wheelchairs.....Sigh), I found myself thinking to myself, hmmm....I could get used to this! :P

Still feeling the remnants of the flu singing within though. Its this bug I've heard. It leaves you feeling haggard for weeks afterwards apparently.

All in all, a good weekend. Took the Parents out for lunch. Mother Dearest had been craving for Indian food for quite sometime so took her and a sour-faced Father Dearest (he doesn't like Indian food much) over to Agra for some fine Indian lovin'. Ambiance was lovely, all cozy and intimate, food was ok, not exceptional though. In short, I've had better and for cheaper too.

Amrith's used to be good. And then they came to suck and finally closed down. Pity though, I used to enjoy the food there.

Exhibitions at BMICH always holds the most curious of all tit bits on offer. Had mehendi applied all over my left hand for 200 bucks and now the lines have emerged out in this beautiful deep red that I have always loved. The smell of mehendi brought back many memories. Its strange how smells, much more than sights or sounds bring back the most intense of sensations. Or maybe its one of my very own endemic idiosyncrasies.

Speaking of smells, finally managed to get my hands on Rock and Dreams by Valentino, a perfume that I had been eyeing (or nosing) for a while ever since I received one of those tiny vials as a complimentary gift when I bought my last Hugo - Woman (which is now discontinued, sob sob :'( ) about a year ago. (Yes, perfumes ARE my Vice :S)

Rock n Dreams is, well....different. Its dreamy, its fragile and feminine and somehow very personal. Is it "Rock" you ask? Yes, I suppose it is. Not in the gritty, hardcore, leathery way as one would imagine, but in a more profound, intimate way that the music tends to grab hold of you by your most vulnerable depths. Yes, vulnerable would be the word to describe the scent and its so damn sexy in its vulnerability. However, it reminds me of those rare childhood mornings spent rolling out pastries with my mother. The scent from the sprawling, flowering vine that hung over the roof of the open indoor garden (which btw no longer exists) adjoining the pantry wafted indoors generously in the mornings. My mother was a working woman and her staying home was a very happy day for me and she would usually do so when somebody was coming over and she would always wear this light, frilly floral dress that I used to so love on those days. On such rare occasions, I would usually get to skip school or preschool (under the pretext of a tummy ache of course) and sit on a tall stool in the kitchen, my feet not even reaching the floor, and watch her hustling and bustling around the kitchen while the smell of stewing pineapples, baking smells and the like would mingle together and fill the entire house. This perfume somewhat reminds me of this entire experience. I suppose it is this factor that makes the fragrance so beautiful.

Guess I've always had an uber sensitive nose. Which can be quite annoying, specially when travelling by bus :S

Finally managed to get some brownies in the oven and that comfy baking smell is wafting up the stairs little by little. Father Dearest had been hovering around me while I chopped, melted, sifted and mixed and now he's hovering around the oven waiting for them to bake. He does not have much of a sweet tooth but he does have a whole set of teeth for anything that I may cook or bake. Must shoo him off the kitchen or else him constantly opening the oven will further delay the baking process. He's sort of our own personal cookie (cake, brownie or etc) monster. Chweet :)

Looking forward to a warm and cozy Sunday evening followed by a good night's sleep and a whole week of activity. Life's quite good these days, except for my still not back to normal physical strength and The Darling's new found obsession for planting trees and not having time for meeeeeeeeeeeeeee!! *sob sob* I'm worried that he may give up his job altogether and become a good ol farmer, loin cloth and all. Oh well...... never mind. However, a plan of revenge is called forth - Baking brownies (super chocolaty mind you) and not letting him have ANY! Mua ha ha ha!! *Evil, sinister laughter ensues* Let him plant and toil all he wants, he's missing out on brownies, conversation, random tickling, lubly, bubbly hugs and other very, very important things :/