I won’t be posting on GMT this week. It’s just that I have a ton of recipes in my drafts, so I decided this week I’ll catch up on the backlog of posts I have.
My basil plant has been flourishing and I had tons of basil leaves. Of course, I had to make pesto. While looking for ways to use that pesto, I stumbled upon Brown eyed Baker’s Portobello pesto pizza.
I love Michelle’s site and she has a ton of great recipes to choose from. Luckily, I had some frozen homemade pizza dough that I needed to use up and this recipe fit the bill perfectly.
So, I had an awesome 4th of July weekend. We went to the Grand Canyon. Spent the night in Sedona. Had a day trip to Flagstaff. Watched a Bollywood movie and thoroughly enjoyed it. Saw Transformers: Dark Side of the moon. Weren’t too impressed by it. On our way back home, got caught in a major dust storm and thunder showers. Overall, a tiring but fun weekend.
The weekend started with a night out with my girlfriends.
Now, the thing about me is that I just can’t hold my alcohol. My drinking capacity on most days is just a glass of wine. On certain days its a little more. But, most of the days its just one glass. When my body is a little brave, I can hold in 2-3 glasses. But, some god-forsaken days, I try to be braver than usual. And those days are followed the next day by a very horrible, sickening feeling called a hangover! The girls’ night out was one such day- where not only was I braver than usual, I was trying to be smart as well and mixed my drinks! Now, mixing drinks is a no-no especially if you want to avoid really bad hangovers. But, that night I tried to act too smart with my alcohol. And like anyone who tries to act too smart but actually isn’t- I fell down real bad the next day.
“Johnny, Johnny Yes, papa, Eating sugar? No, papa Telling lies? No, papa Open your mouth Ha! ha! Ha!”
It’s my dad’s birthday today!
Yup, while the whole of America celebrates their Independence Day, we, the Chauhan family, celebrate my dad’s birthday.
My dad’s name is Johnny. It’s actually Jasvinder. Johnny’s the name that his course mates gave him. I can totally imagine my dad as the boy in the rhyme. He was a chubby kid, lost weight during his NDA days, but then put it back on, later in his life and weighs quite a lot these days. (Don’t worry Papa, I am not telling anyone how much you weigh)
Its not that he doesn’t exercise. Oh! Poor thing! he exercises and tries so hard, but like me, he has this love affair with food that he just can’t break. Unlike me, though, he doesn’t snack, but, when he eats his meals, the portions are pretty big. The main damage though, happens when he is invited to someone’s house for dinner. He is every hostess’ dream- he will for sure be going for seconds and as a result ends up putting on weight!
He loves food. Loves trying out new stuff. If its raining outside, he will always tell my Mom, wishfully, to make pakodas (fried Indian goodness and of course,fattening!)
He also needs something sweet after every meal. Its his way to know that the meal is over.
This time when I was in India, I taught him how to use the bread machine. So, these days he loves making his own bread, and then eating it too!
I have never seen my dad sick (touch wood!)- barring this one time when he had a slight fever and cold (and of course when he had his ejection). Seeing him unwell I had tears- I guess one always thinks of their dad’s as invincible and don’t realize they too are normal human beings.
And of course, like any daughter, I think my dad is the best (no offense to everyone else’s dad). I’m of course, biased but had I been an outside spectator and a judge of my dad as a dad he would have got top marks for the job he does!
You tell my dad that something is to be done, even if you just mention it casually to him, and though you might forget, he for sure would remember and do it for you. Something he gets from his father. My grandfather is a really efficient man and so is my Dad. Every wish of ours has always been their command.
He has always given me whatever I have asked for, and remarkably, not making me a spoilt kid in the process. He, along with my mother, has kept both my brother and me grounded and I will always be thankful to them for that!
I am really proud of him. Hope one day I can give him the same feeling too- of being proud of me!
I won’t be posting on GMT this week. It’s just that I have a ton of recipes in my drafts, so I decided this week I’ll catch up on the backlog of posts I have.
