I love Pedas…. actually I love all the sweets (except those made with besan) 😐 Yumm….
Yesterday was Rakhi (Rakshabandhan), a festival where a sister ties a Rakhi, bond of love, to her brother’s wrist. I don’t like the notion that Rakhis are for protection, but I rather think, that they are a gesture of love between siblings. So, in my household, not only Tisha ties Rakhi to her Brothers, Otu & Renne’s hand, but boys too tie a Rakhi to Tisha’s wrist. More power to Love. ❤
I cherish these moments.
I cherish Milk Peda too…. so coming back to the recipe. 😉
Everytime they are playing in their room, and I would happen to visit, they will go completely quiet on me. You must think that they are scared of me??? Nope. Not in any dimension, of any world. 🙄
They use to enact me. My every word, every move. That’s why they go quiet with a sheepish smile on their face. Specially Otu. He repeats every word coming out of my mouth, with the same tone, like making a joke of me. Devil!!! The moment I’ll come out of their play room, they will laugh out loud, as if they have succeeded in their small mission of hiding their naughty plans from me. 😐
Coming to yesterday’s events. My Spy…. Yes, I was coming to that. My dear Hubby. He obliged me this time, by intruding into the enemy lines and bringing me back, important strategic information from across the border. 😉
These were the observations….
Tisha: Boys (talking to her two naughty brothers), sit properly. Renne, don’t move.