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How Saturday was spent

Saturday largely spent itself, with a little help from me. Woke up late (probably 9) and put on the PC to cull music off the Net. Felt too lazy and ended up skipping lunch. Siesta time was spent in buying 6 CD's via Amazon.

The power supply was disrupted at around 4 and that's when I decided to take a nap...which lasted almost till 7 in the evening, by when power was restored. Felt famished having missed lunch but couldn't go back to cooking noodles again. Necessity is the mother of desperation! Decided on cooking Anda Bhurji although it would be tough without Santosh. Tried to recollect all the ingredients. Almost forgot the oil! Most of what was needed was already stocked.

Ventured out to buy some eggs, butter, onions and oil. Returned, enqueued some Coltrane, Miles Davis, Sinatra & Tony Bennett tracks via winamp and began the cooking. I was on my own for the first time in many years (as far as cooking was concerned) and I had mostly lost my instinctive skills in deciding on the amount of ingredients needed. Used too much water in the pressure cooker and had to re-adjust midway through the whistling. All the pressure was on me now!

Cooking the bhurji wasn't as tough as I had originally thought it would be. The end product was good for a first-try in years. All that jazz crooning from the PC made the cooking less of an ordeal. Gobbled up everything in no time.

And yes, I created an expense manager via Google Spreadsheets a few weeks ago and its usage has finally kicked in today. Hope to keep tabs on my spiralling expenses.

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Anonymous said…
hehee u need shanta bai :p
Anonymous said…
we all do, only names differ :)

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