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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 Life Are There Second Chances? - Strawberry Lime Sparkler
Are there second chances? When we do something wrong or make a mistake should we get another try? Maybe there is no such thing.
The Great Duck Race - Spiced Indian Coleslaw
Thousands of ducks raced by us. The canal was filled with them—little yellow rubber duckies with cute red noses. For a moment, you would have thought someone's bathtub had overflowed. It was the annual Duck Race.
How to Beat the Heat - Rose Lassi
Poet and Flower sat slumped on the bench. It was hot, very hot. After a rainy spring, the weekend turned out to be warm and sunny. It sounded like the perfect day to spend outdoors, running around and burning off all that little kid energy. But nobody was prepared for the heat.
We Are All Artists - Kachumber Salad
What makes someone an artist? One thing is for certain, I have never thought of myself as an artist. Or at least until now. For the longest time, I was a daughter or sister. And then a physician, which has been a big part of my identity. But recently, that has changed. Which makes me thing about we view ourselves and a question about identity.
Aspiring to Be French - Mango Pavlova
Sometimes we aspire to be what we want through food. Years ago, before Poet and Flower and before we were married, G and I visited Paris. I had been to Paris as a teenager with my parents. It was the quintessential family trip seeing the Eiffel Tower, visiting the sites. I remember vividly eating at the Hardrock Cafe because we had tired of eating French food at our hotel.
The Humble Box - Spicy Quick Pickled Radishes
Poet and Flower have slowly accumulated things. Things being a vague term to describe clothes, toys, books, and more toys. These items have slowly accumulated despite my best efforts. They have filled the kids' rooms and have slowly spilled out into other parts of the house.
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 Summer of New Memories - Mango Lassi Popsicles
We Can Do Hard Things - Ginger Limeade
Avoid trail three at all costs. We had received a fair amount of advice about hiking in a new park. We had crossed the suspension bridge (a little unsteady, but not too bad). Then we climbed 70 steps (according to the sign), and we were now at a fork in the path.
The Great American Road Trip - Tomato Rice
As the road stretched out ahead of us, I pulled my sunshade down and listened to my Walkman. When I was a kid, my parents loved the great American road trip. We would be woken up at 4 am and then gently shepherded to the car.
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.
Eggplant and Tomato Bharta - Baigan Bharta
If kids and cooking were my mom's first love, gardening was a close second. I can't remember a time when my mom didn't grow vegetables. She started with tomatoes that she grew in pots on the patio. She would crowd in several containers in a sunny spot in our backyard.
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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