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Maple Masala Paal
The trees towered above them. The canopy stood high above and dwarfed Poet and Flower. Flower was carefully carrying a a very full bucket of sap when plop, she tripped over her feet and fell into a sweet, sticky mountain of maple sap.
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Cooking from the Back of a Box - Chole
Growing up, my mother collected recipes. She would clip them from newspapers, magazines, and the back of boxes. She collected them all in a shoe box. When she was ready to cook, she would take out her box and look through them.
Expecting the Unexpected - Anda bi Seviyan | Vermicelli Upma
The large soft snowflakes kept coming down. Snow soon covered the ground, and it was a winter once again. The only catch was that it was late April and the start of spring. My spring garden was off to a roaring start, little radishes peeking out of the ground and lettuces growing.
Wishing on More Time - Vegetable Bhajia
I never seem to have enough time. My days are filled with work, school, errands, and a to-do list that never ends. In the evening, Flower will always ask for her fifth "last" book. Both Poet and Flower love to listen to us read books, and we could do it forever.
How to Change a Lightbulb - Dill Pickle Egg Salad
The house was suddenly cold. It was very cold. It was one of those snowy winter days where the heat is on constantly. You can hear the hum of the system as it pumps out hot air, keeping us all warm and toasty.
Only One Way Forward? - Pink Masoor Dal
I am a physician. It is almost a cliché. Medicine was the only profession I could choose. My parents were Indian immigrants, this was part of their American dream - for their children to become doctors.
Waking up to Breakfast - Khichdi
We are all waiting. We are waiting to spend time with family and friends, waiting to celebrate birthdays and weddings, waiting to do the many things that are important to us. One of the things i'm waiting to do is travel.
Do Kids Really sleep? - Green Tomato Salsa
Sleep begets sleep. Before Poet and Flower, I was the best sleeper. I would sleep through anything. As a kid, I would even sleep through fire alarms. Later, as an ob/gyn resident, you get paged a lot at night because babies can come anytime, and typically it felt like that was the only time.
Back to school (or Not) - Vegetable Sabzi Grilled Cheese
As an Indian kid growing up, school lunch was often fraught with uncertainty. At home, we would have Indian food most nights, and American food was a "treat." We would have it when my dad was traveling on business trips or as a special weeknight meal.
Crispy Fish with Chaat Masala
A delicious crispy pan fried fish with a light masala coating. Bread crumbs and chaat masala add a crispy spicy crunch.
Hi! I’m Sameena
Welcome! I'm Sameena. I'm a physician by day, mom on call round-the-clock and avid cook. Poet and Flower is an Indian food blog celebrating my passion for food and family. I learned to cook in my mother's kitchen. My kids, Poet and Flower, are both the inspiration for the blog and the main distraction which keeps me from it.
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