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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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In Search of Texas Wild - Meda Vada
We were clearly outnumbered. Our simple trip to the zoo had turned into a little bit of a marathon. We spent the holidays celebrating with family, three families to be exact, and six little cousins with an abundance of enthusiasm and energy. Poet and Flower had talked about their upcoming trip for months and were so excited to play and enjoy time with their cousins.
Is Life a Race? - South Indian Vaal Dal (Butter beans)
Is life a race? As a kid growing up, it sure felt like one. At least life was a race academically, if not in other aspects. As a child of Indian immigrants, my parents were certain education was the only path to success. Getting good grades was paramount.
Cancer Sucks - Hyderabadi Dahi ki Kadhi
Cancer sucks. For the longest time, this phrase would irk me. Perhaps that is an understatement. It was more of an annoyance in a deeply visceral way. I think the words hit so close to home.
The Beauty in Simplicity - Masala Vada (Chana Dal Vadai)
We eagerly looked out the darkened window. Flower was already fast asleep in her bed, but Poet was still up eating his bedtime snack. His snack of choice this week is almonds, cashews, and chocolate chip trail mix. As he munched, we turned off all the lights, and Poet peered out into the darkness.
Things Do Not a Life Make - Idlis
Yesterday the postman delivered a package with two glasses and a seashell. My dad had carefully packed the box, and the delicate glasses had not broken. Every few weeks or so, he sends me small packages with things that used to be my Mother's.
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.
Waiting ... to do so many things - Khichda
What's better than food? - Toor Dal
I'm not sure which is better, cooking with the kids or reading with them. They love to read books. Each night Poet and Flower curl up on the sofa with G to "read books on the 'puter" or read digital books together.
Easy Weeknight Moong dal
As a kid, my mom cooked a lot. For her, cooking was love. I remember coming home from school and always finding her cooking in the kitchen. And with that she would share not only her food, but her culture. So much of Indian cooking is about sharing culture through food.
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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