When I was small, weekend afternoons always brought in treats. My mother being a working woman would be more or less at leisure during the weekend and we know t... Read More...
I must confess. This is an experiment that went absolutely right.
What happened was that I had a whole box of boiled kidney beans from an earlier recipes jus... Read More...
Now the advantage of being a new bride is that everybody wants to feed you. The advantage of being a new bride who has left her city home to join her husband in... Read More...
You know your recipe is winner when your fussy eater husband says “I’m so glad I married you” after taking one bite of your dish.
This is my take on the Engl... Read More...
This I must confess, I am ashamed even to post. It’s that easy and the flavours are so simple. This is an ideal dish to be paired up with an especially flavours... Read More...
I think I will never go back to regular ice cream again.
Let’s put it this way. I have never been a huge fan of ice cream. Strange but true. Even as a child ... Read More...
So it is the rainy season again. Rain turned to floods and look at the devastation the island suffered at the hands of it. And the rain just keeps on pouring, a... Read More...
Large, bulbous and purple – that is Raja Ala for you.
I was on my usual Sunday morning Farmers’ Market visit the other day, casually strolling through th... Read More...
First Avrudu out of home. It didn’t really seem like Avrudu, not without Mother’s constant kitchen hustle and bustle and the smell of oil cake cooking at odd ho... Read More...
Step on to the streets and you could see that not only the people, but also nature is getting ready for the Sri Lankan New Year. The mango trees are heavy with ... Read More...
As a child, I detested winged beans.
As a working woman, my mother did not often have the time to both cook and look after us all the time, so it was our dom... Read More...
There are many woes of not being able to stay at your own place after marriage, especially when you are a foodie like I am. First and foremost I miss my mother’... Read More...
It was one of those sweltering hot, all consuming, sweating till you faint kind of days.
Hubby boy and I had just arrived at my place for the week and as we ... Read More...
Make kokis, not war, as I always like to say.
Covered in batter, side by side with mother, frying kokis as if in competition, laughing at each other's blunde... Read More...
