I am not a morning person and usually don’t answer messages, etc till I’ve had breakfast. I surprised myself today.
My day started with feeding the boys (our cats) and then going downstairs to attend to the car mechanic, with our ground floor neighbour’s cat supervising from their window. The phone rang just after I walked up and was about to sit for breakfast.
I am a bit shy at networking or reaching out to the press and occasionally rue the fact that some of my initiatives such as the #fooodcracyforher series hasn’t really got much media coverage. C est la vie, I tell myself, and focus on what I can do. Which is to create more content. More impact content hopefully.
The #homecheffies was a rare occasion when I reached out to folks to amplify and the support one received for the cause was humbling and filled me with gratitude.
I then sat down to a breakfast of Urvaksh Hoyvoy’s Parsi Da Dhaba Parsi ‘still in research’ liver pate and toast.
‘Instead of cognac there’s Old Monk Rum. Instead of herbed butter there’s – coriander & ghee,’ he said.
The flavours were as heady as he suggested and I fried an egg and topped it with Maharashtrian lasan chutney for balance, for what’s a Parsi breakfast without eedu?
I returned to Kaneez mode after that and told K about what the mechanic said about Princess Lea.
Our car.
