Enough facts about Robinhood. Just enjoy the mask, like my kids did on this Halloween. 😎
Rakhi (Rakshabandan), just went by, and this time I decided to make Rakhis by myself. Time to use your hobby, right??
Do you know that traditionally only a Kalawa (thread/dora) was used as a Rakhi?
Do you know that Rakhis comes now in various designs like toys, stones, cartoons, musical and bracelet form?
Do you know that Punjab is famous for it’s Resham Rakhis, while Mysore for Sandalwood Rakhis?
Do you know that Pavitropana a festival symbolic to Rakhi, is celebrated in Gujrat, where people, tie threads of cotton to shiva-linga?
I will leave you with some pics of Rakhi celebrations by my kids. Enjoy!!!
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. 😉
Ingredients –
Method –
Milk Pedas are done and I am ready for celebrating Rakshabandhan.
Do tell me what is your favorite recipe for festivals? 🙂
P.S. My cooking is experimental. You will find many similar and different recipes, but the idea is to explore your food and do experiments with it. Enjoy Cooking Experiments and Experiences 🙂
My Kids love role playing, but it’s always hard to catch them in action. Remember they are smarter than me. 😕
Yesterday was different. I had a Spy. 😈
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.
Renne: Okay.
Otu: OK. Mamma.
(OMG, Tisha was playing MOM. Tisha was playing Me.) 😆
Tisha: Boys. Mamma is cooking food. Don’t cry. Renne, what do you want?
Renne: Chicken.
Tisha. Otu, what do you want?
Otu: (long pause) Egg. No. Ice cream. 🙂
Tisha: Ok, baby. (seeing her Papa also sitting in the corner), boys, I am making tea for your Papa. Okay Boys…. Renne….. sit properly.
Swirls water in her glass, and serve tea to Papa and boys. Papa Happy.
Papa so proud, as if telling me, look my daughter makes tea better than you. 😎
Tisha: Ok boys, get ready. Pick up your bag. Go to school.
Boys obediently took their bags. Stock it up with all the toys they found lying around.
Otu, Renne: Bbye Mamma (to Tisha).
Tisha: Bye baby. Bye. I love you. See you soon.
If you are thinking, Oh! how cute. How sweet?? How nice your kids are???
This sweetness is all for role play. Once real food is served, you won’t find a single one of them, sitting peacefully at one place, including their father. 😛
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