30 Minutes or Less

I blame the pesto. Yes, we are growing basil again this year, and no, I am not making pesto.  Too busy. But my husband loves pesto, which you may have inferred if you read last summer’s post about making pesto. Perhaps, in a moment of longing (and delirium) about the absence of pesto, he went…

Opposites Attract

I realize I haven’t posted any Bengali recipes in awhile. I’ve been cooking Bengali food – but it hasn’t been all that pretty, especially when I am rushing around and getting ready to serve dinner by a certain hour so that L can eat with us (after which, she is covered with food and must…

Under the Chicago Sun

Every year we buy two sweet basil plants. They are easygoing herbs and ask for little. They withstand storms and seem impervious to bugs. The basil flourish, and right around this time each year, the plants delight in flowering and producing seeds, wanting to continue their enchanting circle of life. But we frown when our plants…

Departures

I took an unplanned departure from my blog for several weeks, and it has unexpectedly thrown me off course.  I left home in late April to go to another home; that is, I went to Kolkata because my grandmother passed away after a long illness.  We loved her deeply, we are grateful for all that…