Its funny how when I sit to write up a blog post I imagine a girlie narrator voice… you know like in the movies, with sighs, high-pitched expressions and vivid visuals of each word I type. But this isn’t a movie obviously, in fact these blog posts are the result of little voices in my head splurging out my kitchen escapades. The voices in this post however, are blurting out irreplaceable memories of one of the most exciting trip I had.
If this cookbook is sitting in your kitchen I can assure you will be thinking, cooking and eating Lankan for a long long time. Thats the kind of spell it had put me under honestly. I went through my prized possession which I thankfully bought 2 of, eyeballed every single page, the photographs, the inspirational cuisine, the interesting spurts of writing scattered evenly; and I was injected with the Lankan bug. I cooked and dreamt of Lankan food for a whole 2 weeks. Not necessarily any specific recipes, but I had a natural reflex to reach for the freshly grated coconut while stirring any of my brewing gravy’s; I constantly tried to manipulate fruits to stand in my dish as veggies and everything had a spiced craze to it. Continue reading
Glistening blue spread of ocean, soft moist sand hugging your feet with every step, crashing sounds of waves, swaying trees with soft winds caressing your face; thats the escape we were dreaming about after a hectic few weeks in Dubai where temperatures were climbing a boiling 50°C. We packed up our bags and hustled for a pair of last minute tickets just a week and a half before our escape to the little teardrop shaped island; Sri Lanka. Continue reading
5713 km and 21 days from where I had first started my journey in Zimbabwe, Victoria Falls; I was finally strutting around in Cape Town. The whole journey was an out of the world experience, every place I went to was so different from the other, the landscapes, the people, the language, I saw it change with every passing kilometer. Will 1 post of endless descriptions and pictures do this justice?… of course not! not even if I tried.
So where do I start…from the end, from Cape Town, a little piece of heaven, a haven for adventurous foodies and the casual snackers alike, vine covered valleys and home of the famous Table top mountain. But Cape Town had so much to offer, and even this single destination can’t be described with a single post, heck I don’t think even I have had enough of it just yet. Continue reading
Nepal- *a deep breath in.. and a deep breath out* This post has been Marinating for far too long and now its time to serve. Not sure where to begin, but lets do it from the top.
*Screeeech* touchdown at Kathmandu airport; there was more anxiety in me than the plane could hold. I was with my friend Mat, who had never been here before and his brains were infused and baked with all the excitement from my last time around. After a ride of giggles and a few shenanigans the hostess bid us adieu with a funny smirk and a wink; we were of course the only chirpy ones on the plane who were in fits of laughter throughout the ride.
In actuality I think that was my body’s mechanism to hide the fact that I was a tad bit nervous; nervous about whether it had changed much and whether it would be like I described it. I had painted a fun, rustic, colorful, and culture saturated picture for Mat and I was hoping real hard that it remained that way. The last time around I came in April (the peak season) it was slightly cooler and dry. But this last minute trip had us flying in at the end of August – RAINY SEASON. Hadn’t realized it until after I booked my flight and after 2 nights of panicking and making calls, I was informed by some birdies that the rains were just vanishing and that I hadn’t to worry and that all the adventure sports I was keen to do were all going on; and now here we were in Kathmandu!
