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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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Growing Up With Art - Uppit with Vegetables
Art surrounds us. G is an artist (and professor, and dad, and lots of other things). Sometimes I wonder how G and I managed to meet. My world has almost always been medicine, and we moved in different spheres with virtually no overlap.
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.
Less is More? - Ricotta Ras Malai
It is the simple things, a recurring theme over the last year. When G and I first met, I loved fussy food. I mean food that required 20 different ingredients (perhaps a little bit of an exaggeration).
Vacationing with Toddlers, An Oxymoron - Crunchy Spicy Shrimp
Traveling with kids is an adventure. I envisioned an idyllic scene with the kids playing and G and I relaxing quietly. Our first vacation after Poet and Flower were born was anything but that. We decided to vacation in Maine and it was our first big trip since they were born.
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.
Boys Like Pink Too - Falooda
Boys can like pink too. Poet loves his pink sneakers, pink jogging pants, and a pink hoodie. For one winter, his favorite pants had pink llamas on them. He would wear them every day, so often that he had a row of pink llama pants in his closet, his little power suit for school.
Waiting ... to do so many things - Khichda
Celebrating in the Diaspora - Meethe Khana with Pineapple
It is the best of both worlds. Poet and Flower get to celebrate Eid and Diwali.
New and Old Weekend Traditions - Coconut Chutney
Or chut-ah-nee as the kids call it. One of my earliest food memories is of chutney. Chutney is a spicy Indian condiment that you can eat with almost anything. My mom loved to make chutneys and she always had one at the dinner table.
The Joys of Fall - Apple Halwa
bubble. Slowly the green fields begin to appear on both sides of us. The kids always wonder, are we going the wrong way, are we lost?
It's the little things - Ande ki mithai (Almond Egg Dessert)
Rice Roti with Peanut Chutney
My memories of India are few and sometimes fleeting. I visited as a kid and only for a couple of weeks at a time. My memories are from these visits and the stories my parents would tell us of their childhood.
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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