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Space and Time

Most comfortable chairs ever

Most comfortable chairs ever

This evening I came home and made myself a cup of tea. Pulled out an oft-read beloved book (“The Sunday Philosophy Club” by Alexander McCall Smith) and reclined comfortably in one of the two blue-grey chairs by the window. It was a quiet evening. No kids playing out or cars driving by or birds chirping. I sipped my tea and read for a while.

After a few minutes, the peace stealing through my soul felt so urgent, almost compelling. I had to lay my book aside and reflect a little.

A year or so ago, my life began to change. Objects and activities started exiting out of my life, literally and metaphorically. Clothes, music, furniture, books, knick-knacks, hair, interests, people… I bade farewell to all of them. It was an exodus of sorts. I felt that I was creating space. For what? I had no idea. But the decluttering motion had its own energy, rhythm and momentum. I simply followed along.

I discovered the joy of space and time, all to myself. And this space in my house, my head and my life feels so vital, so life-giving… that I wonder if, at a sub-conscious level, I even chose to remain childless because of my intense love for this space and time.

I am, what many term, a “spacey” personality. Previously, I chafed at that description but its meaning is simple. My Ayurvedic constitution is an Air-Space combination. Why resist it? After all, it connotes expansiveness, unboundedness, freedom. As long as I am able to find my grounding and center, it is bliss.

Musings

Because I have many posts roaming in my head, not a single coherent one, PLUS I wish to write.

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I completed reading The Price of Salt, a romantic novel by Patricia Highsmith, last weekend. Also finished Shopgirl, a novella by Steve Martin. Yes, the lovable comedian and banjo player, the same guy. I loved both books so much. The Price of Salt is the tale of Terese and Carol, two women who fall in love, and of course, it is not an easy road to traverse, given that they lived in New York in the 1950s (I think). Shopgirl tells the story of a shy girl Mirabelle who ends up with two suitors.

I guess each person draws what appeals to them the strongest from a given book. Shopgirl is written with such sensitivity and loving detail… I was touched. It just might be one of the best books I have read in a long time. The Price of Salt reminded me a little of Brokeback Mountain, a book that kinda broke my heart with its description of a love so simple yet profound.

Love can be hugely overwhelming and explosive and time-consuming and emotion-consuming and hunger-consuming. Sometimes it does not even mellow with time and age, instead smoldering like a hot piece of coal that refuses to die out. I am finding it difficult to imagine a love that rapturous… Hmmm. My love story is a little flame that burned brightly, supported by good vibes and wishes and humor. It had no fury or drama to it. Probably I braved drama in an earlier lifetime, so I was spared it this time around.

I got thinking last night – what if love is simply a deep attraction? Is that obvious? Attraction isn’t baseless, which means that if/when the basis dies/disappears/changes, love may very well fly out of the window too. Unless you find another basis, possibly?

Ahh, well. Nothing is a given in this manifest universe, except Death. There you go… Not meaning to sound morbid at all, but you get my drift. Or so I hope.

A Small Miracle (Really?)

Spelt Cardamom Biscuit

Spelt Cardamom Biscuit + Chai

Almost every friend of mine knows about the deep and abiding love I have for my cup of chai. I even wrote a post about Indian monsoon and chai, complete with a step-wise recipe, pictures, etc.

I like chai the way I make it. So, I am not an addict because it needs to be made very specifically, else I can pass on it. I like my cup of chai made with cow’s milk, two tiny spoons worth of turbinado sugar, grated fresh ginger (organic, Peruvian), fresh mint, tea masala. Not meaning to sound like a snob at all, but a little care and fancy ingredients go a long way when it comes to brewing the perfect sweet, spicy and warm cuppa. Ahh, I am a bad “tea snob” because I didn’t even mention the brand of tea I use. It is Wagh Bakri (translated as “Lion Goat”). Wonder what the logic behind the name is. You can find Wagh Bakri tea in Indian homes and grocery stores.

I loved, loved, loved my evening cup of chai so darned much that I’d morph into an impatient driver each evening as I drove home from work. I’d avoid making a stop anywhere, for anything. The only one thing in my mind was chai. It wasn’t as desperate as I am making it out to be, but I am somewhat close. Not lying at all.

You see, it wasn’t about the chai entirely. It was about the warm, spicy and sweet interplay of flavors. It was about my favorite books lying around the breakfast table that accompanied my quiet time. It was about looking out the window at our wild and lovely backyard, savoring the sunlight streaming in, drinking in my moment of zen (and also the moment I inwardly thanked our childless state).

Lately, I had been wondering if dairy consumption was linked with arthritis and other joint issues. There is published research that supports this viewpoint. I suffer from “creaky” joints, and I feared if they were a precursor to some sort of arthritis. I loved my chai so much; I could give up all dairy if I could stick to that one cup a day. But my doctor suggested that I do a little experiment to verify the facts: Stay off dairy for three months.

So I steeled myself to remove dairy from my life. Cue “mournful expression.”

Well, I am here to tell you that it has been very painless thus far. I have begun making chai with coconut milk, and it works. For me, it does. I haven’t been missing my kind of chai at all. It’s been about ten days, and I think this experiment is going swimmingly well.

What does this mean? Well, if I have the opportunity to partake of a stellar cup of chai (Mumbai Masala, Global Mall does it my style), I will take advantage of it. As for desserts, I am going to play it by ear. Desserts don’t feature often in my life, and if/when a particularly good one comes along, I might indulge myself.

For me, the biggest miracle (my husband doesn’t think it’s anything big) is freeing myself, or realizing that I was always free, of my love (bondage) for chai.

I am free. Perhaps, I always was.

Pantry and Freezer Clean-Out (Yay, Spiced Banana Loaf)

I cook lunch and dinner on most days.

P and I take lunch to work in Thermos containers that keep the food warm for hours. A long time ago (or so it seems), I used to cook extra food for dinner, and we took the leftovers for lunch the following day. Then something changed (and I don’t recall what it is). I began cooking lunch every morning. We discovered that Thermos containers are true to their word. The steaming dal blew my mind (and P’s too). We were instant converts. Now I cannot fathom eating leftovers for lunch. There is clearly something to be said for the sheer deliciousness that is freshly cooked food. There is a certain juiciness to it, an indescribable rasa that renders the food sublime and delicious and utterly satisfying.

You’d think that a kitchen as heavily used as ours would see a high turnover of ingredients and supplies. That’s certainly true for some varieties of dals and beans, fresh produce, bread, avocados, dates (we seem to consume them in crazy quantities, we do), etc. However, there are certain ingredients that lurk on pantry and freezer shelves for a long while. So I have decided to start using those “silent actors” and clear them out.

Made a delicious Spiced Banana Loaf yesterday. Proud to say that I cleaned out the following items for this endeavor: spelt flour, almond meal, broken cashews. I also used white whole wheat flour that has been sitting in the freezer for a while now.

This is a vegan recipe that uses coconut oil. I use the organic, unrefined type of coconut oil and it is fairly flavorless. The original recipe called for 1.5 cups of chocolate chips but I used a blend of cranberries, black raisins, cashews and cocoa nibs instead. Can I just say that mix is a whole lot more interesting than plain old chocolate chips?

Spiced Banana Loaf

The end result was moist, mildly sweet (I used a third of the quantity of sugar mentioned in the original recipe), perfectly spiced. I couldn’t carve out neat slices, instead ending up with little misshapen slabs.

So, if you would like to sample these little bits of deliciousness, please stop by. I am a little shy to tote them out this time. 🙂

The original recipe is at NY Times Cooking – Vegan Chocolate Chip Banana Cake.

Ingredients

2 cups flour (I used a mix of spelt flour, white whole wheat flour and almond meal)
1/3 cup sugar
1 teaspoon baking powder
1/2 teaspoon baking soda
1/2 teaspoon ground cinnamon
1/2 teaspoon ground cloves
1 teaspoon ground ginger
1/2 teaspoon ground nutmeg
A couple pinches of salt
1 cup mashed bananas
1 cup canned coconut milk
1/2 cup coconut oil (unrefined, organic)
2 teaspoons apple cider vinegar
1 tablespoon vanilla extract
1 cup (cashews, dried cranberries, black raisins, cocoa nibs)

Method

In a large bowl, whisk together flour, sugar, baking powder, baking soda, salt, cinnamon, nutmeg, cloves and ginger.

In a separate bowl, whisk together bananas, coconut milk, oil, vinegar and vanilla.

Pour the wet mixture into the dry mixture and whisk until just combined. Fold in the dried fruit and nut and cocoa nibs mix. Stir well.

Preheat the oven to 350 F. Grease a loaf pan.

Spread the batter evenly into the prepared loaf pan. Bake for about 50 to 55 minutes, until a toothpick inserted in the center of the loaf comes out clean with a few crumbs clinging to it.

Transfer on to a cooling rack. Carefully turn it over, so the bottom does not get too moist.

Cut into wedges, enjoy.