Home made wedges

27 Jun


While reading someone’s food blog, i was so tempted to whip something up. I miss my finland days when I could experiment cooking in the most unimaginable ways. Ah… The smell of freedom and independence 🙂

Don’t get me wrong, I do LOVE my mother’s food, I can walk for 15 mins to and from work under the scorching hot sun so that I can eat her food.

Erm..actually I have another motive of late, the little nephew of mine to play with, even for a little while, is well worth it.

Back to the topic of cooking, my father’s friend asked my husband about my cooking because that is what Indians like to know about the life of newly weds. My husband said ok. Haha I cook for him so seldom, it’s either my mother, his mother, his father, our grandmothers who’d cook the feast for us 🙂 aren’t we blessed? Alhamdulilah.


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