K opened the door to the bedroom when I woke up this morning and the boys rushed in. Baby Loaf stood by the bed and looked at me. Little Nimki jumped on the bed and came up to me.
They obviously did not get the memo that dogs are supposed to be affectionate towards humans, not cats. My fellow cat parents disagree with this too.
Then Baby Loaf got on the bed and began kneading. Little Nimki looked on amazed. He watches his dada and tries to copy him. Tomorrow little Nimki completes two months in our house and a couple of days later Baby Loaf completes eight months. Today my mom texted me saying that she has transferred some money for the two of them for the pujas, which I thought was rather sweet. Yes, they have changed all of us somewhat.
I was not sure about what to do for breakfast. K had called in for ragi and wholewheat breads from Baker’s Dozen as per my request. I felt like having fried eggs. Then remembered that there were Zorabian chicken pepper sausages in the fridge and thought of frying them.
I walked into the #finelychoppedkitchen and decided that there was only one to take on a Monday morning. I asked Alexa to play the best of Beatles and then as ‘Hey Jude’ followed by ‘Here comes the sun’ played, I made us fried eggs, topped by the parmesan flakes left from the ITC gourmet boxes and then the aglio olio dip from Aiditi Limaye Kamat’s Kitchen Stories which I love. Fried the sausages too and toasted roagi bread in the oven. Added a smidgeon of butter on mine. Laid out the table and poured out my espresso. Fortuitously, K got a break from work calls so we actually got to have breakfast together at the table.
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| The pic my cousin responded to |
My physio session started after that and Baby Loaf slept at a corner of the bed through the session. I requested my doc to keep little Nimki in another room as he wakes Baby Laf when Loaf is sleeping and Loaf gets up with a look that says, ‘little brothers!’
The pain of us first borns!
Talking of first borns, my cousin who is one too and is the apple of my eyes, sent me a message on seeing my breakfast picture today saying, “I’ve been meaning to tell you that your food photography has gotten sooo good.”
Once my little baby sis, she is a talented design professional now and has studied in the NYC. I am very proud of her. As I am of her younger brother who is into design too and studied in Vancouver. I remember them once being as little as little Nimki. I am the eldest in the family.
I explained to her that I face two challenges when I take these pictures. That the food should not get cold. Whatever you see is what we eat. And that little Nimki should not jump on the food or run into the kitchen. That was an issue at lunch yesterday.
“Oh yes!! Food getting cold is the worst!!!!” she replied.
Her Kainaz didi would agree!!!!
Banu sauntered in late but still, the lunch of tud dal, bajra roti and bhindi in singdana chutney (okra in crushed and roasted peanuts and dried red chillies) that she cooked helped one take a break after Sunday’s indulgent Parsi meals.
S’s words were in mind when I clicked the picture of lunch.
From the #HouseOfCats
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| The boys sauntered in just as a I finished this post. Then a bit of ‘combat practise’ followed on the bed |
