When I began cooking I did not know that I will be overcome by the need for amma-made food so much so that I would lose my sanity. The craving for food has never been worse. If I am blogging about food then it must be something. The carrot Bala used in the play today was what I set my eyes on, but the rude character that Bala was essaying ate up the whole red carrot that really wanted to jump right into my mouth from his hands. Alas, the carrot could not make it to me. Then it was the turn of a nasty dog that tried to snatch my Brownie from me and also pounced on my wife, in order to yank the brownie from her. Is the whole world starved of food?
I hope not, because then, I would a depressed person. And though I know I was cooking well, I do wonder if I was good enough to satisfy the happy food cravings of people.

Am I obsessing about food? Are you saying that the beggar down the road eats burnt rotis and sometimes even snatches food from a dog's mouth? Excuse me, but today I am really being insensitive.