It will be a new dawn, it will be a new day!
Look at me.
It can’t be!
There is just
a half of me.
And this half
So if I
I must fatten
And if I listen
I came across this poem at www.thehealingpoems.com really shook me up…..
It will be a new dawn, it will be a new day!
Look at me.
It can’t be!
There is just
a half of me.
And this half
So if I
I must fatten
And if I listen
I came across this poem at www.thehealingpoems.com really shook me up…..
When you live in the City of Joy, the pujo fever can never spare you. Whether you are a Bengali or not you just cannot miss being smitten by that special fragrance of “shorod” or the fall season. In Bengal, there is a special wave around Durga Puja even when its a month to go. Goddess Durga is seen as the destroyer of the evil Demon Mahisasura. She is the woman who is incarnation of powers of all the male Gods to save the universe. She is Shakti. And it is her aura that makes the whole Puja thing so special for almost everyone in some or the other way.
For me it was the time when we would hop around the city till the wee hours and gorge on the street food, which otherwise wasn’t allowed when I was growing up. But for many others it was the time to go on a vacation. A lot of people travel during this time as most of the dads have a long holiday too. This year we too are going to travel with Krishiv. And so I put my thinking hat on to work out new dishes which I can travel with. Krishiv being a picky eater,I have to take care that he gets his daily nourishment even when we are not at home. Thus is born Ragi Butter Cookies.
Ragi as we all know is a very healthy gluten free cereal. It comes packed with a lot of benefits. Of late I have become a great fan of this millet. I also found that it is not just a great source of iron and carbs but is also very good for people who are diabetic. It has a low glycemic index and high fibre content thus reducing food cravings. This helps to keep a check on blood sugar and watch our weights too.
Recently I made a big batch of these yummy healthy cookies for a group of play school mommies and I couldn’t be happier when their little ones came to me and said “It’s yummy Aunty”. These cookies can be made with least effort and is full of goodness from dry fruits and jaggery. You can make them ahead and store in an airtight jar for up to a fortnight. So let’s not wait and bake some awesome cookies.
RAGI BUTTER COOKIES
You can have these cookies as it is or just dunk it in some milk and lick your finger afterwards!
We just celebrated our 72nd Independence Day a month back. There were numerous flag hoisting ceremonies with song and dance performances glorifying the martyrs of freedom across the nation. I think it is only on the 26th of January and the 15th of August that we suddenly remember all the patriotic songs. All the movie channels show patriotic movies. It’s a must to watch Karma ( a Bollywood movie) that day.
We (my son and me) were in Mumbai this 15th August. We attended a small Independence Day program held by the Sahaj Yoga group in Mumbai, which my sister is a part of. There my son learnt to say ‘Inqalab Zindabad’ for the first time. It sounded cute in his innocent voice. I beamed with pride just at the thought of him being patriotic. But is it just that? How many of us, without a background in the Indian Army or the Air Force or the Navy would want their children to join any of these prestigious services? Most of us would guide them to crack IITs, IIMs and the likes and secure a loaded job with some MNC and may be even settle abroad.
Abroad. Foreign. It’s a stigma. Everything in our lives have to be “phoren” these days! From clothes to holidays to the movies and web series we watch. Even our food is no more ours. Did we really become independent? Sometimes I feel we have rather become more dependent on things which are not ours at all.
And similarly we have quite forgotten the variety of nutrient rich super foods our soil has blessed us with. One of them is Bajra or the Pearl Millet. I have shared this plight as well as health benefits of Bajra in one of my older posts too. But thankfully it is a common food ingredient in my house. I especially enjoy the theplas (flatbread) made of bajra, flavoured with garlic.
So recently when I was visiting my relatives in Mumbai, one of my sister-in-law made these really yummy Bajra theplas. Her preparation was a little different from what my mother-in-law usually does. They are the only kind of theplas that I like. Plus Krishiv munching on them = brownie points. And it was so so good that I ended up with this post! Thank you Poonam Bhabhi 🙂
Bajra Ka Thepla (pearl millet flatbreads)
Serve hot with onions, green chilli, garlic chutney, curd, jaggery, ghee, or just homemade butter. Options are plenty! You can also add a handful of fresh finely chopped fenugreek leaves (methi) when in season.
It is best to have these yummy theplas during winters but I don’t mind it served hot with homemade butter and jaggery or a combination of ghee+sugar.
The turquoise flowing curtains were the only hint of life in that squar-ish room of hers. Four blocks of furnitures in four corners and a double bed in centre left just enough for one person to walk through. Though the windows were tall, french-like, but horribly placed. This is where she had spent the suppose-to-be-golden years of her love-marriage. Sitting on the floor, staring at nothing Naina was shaken by tiny fingers on her cheeks… she realized this is where she brought the best gift of life : her son.
“Mummy, new new dress!” The little one gleamed at his clothes stashed in the chest of drawers which he could now reach up to and open swiftly. “Mumma zzzzzz” he went gesturing a flying aeroplane with his hand. Naina broke down and hugged her son tightly. As if understanding the sensitivity of the situation the little munchkin started patting her back. He beamed at her with his dimpled smile which was a xerox of his father’s. She smiled back at him and kissed him through her tears. She assured her son that they will soon go to see his buddy. She felt the guilt of breaking down in front of her little one but was overwhelmed with the perfect timing of his reactions, as always.
That’s the thing with babies… they never fail to amaze with the perfect response to a situation with impeccable timing. Even though they can’t speak, but babies understand feelings and emotions so well that it is beyond our comprehension. I think this is what is called “dil ka rishta” (bond between hearts). Naina decided that she would make up for this and treat her baby.
While Naina makes it up to her little one her story made the mommy love in me overflow. So I too decided to treat my baby. I think there is nothing better than food when it comes to expressing your love- and it’s even better if it’s a chocolate tart!
Isn’t it so wonderful that whatever we are going through, Chocolates are always apt for it. Whether we are happy and want to celebrate or hungry and want to munch. When we have a break-up or there is someone new in life. Be it any occasion or any mood.
Classic Chocolate Tart
For the crust:
125 gms All Purpose Flour (maida)
90 gms Butter
50 ml Water
1 tbsp Sugar
A pinch of Salt
For the filling:
240 ml Whipping Cream
250 gms Dark Chocolate
30 gms Butter
1. Preheat oven to 375F or 190C.
2. Cut butter into small pieces. Sift the flour in a separate bowl and keep aside.
3. On a medium heat put the butter, water, sugar and salt together in a pan and let it bubble up till the butter is browned and gives a nutty flavour. This should not take more than 8-10 minutes.
4. Mix immediately with flour using a heat proof spatula, till everything comes together and forms a ball.
5. Transfer the dough to a 8 or 9-inch tart mold with a removable bottom. When it’s cooled down a bit, press dough to an even layer with your fingers. (Chefs suggest reserving a small ball of dough to patch up any cracks once the crust is baked.)
6. Pierce the bottom with a fork all over. Also press the sides of the crust once again.
7. Bake for 15 minutes or until crust is golden brown, depending on your oven. Mine took a little longer than 20 minutes.
8. Remove from the oven and allow to cool completely before filling.
9. For the ganache filling, break the chocolate into small pieces and place in a medium size bowl.
10. Heat the cream. Remove it from the heat just as it stharts to boil.
11. Pour the hot cream over the chocolate. Stir with a heat-proof spatula till creamy and all chocolate has melted. Add the butter and stir well to incorporate.
12. Pour chocolate mixture into cooled crust and refrigerate for at least one hour. I think it’s best to refrigerate overnight.
Enjoy this rich decadent chocolate tart as it is or top it up with berries of your choice or caramel or any other topping you can imagine. At our table, we love it as classic as it is!
She is a part of our household ever since I remember. She use to come as a part-time domestic help at my mom’s place and now she comes like the sun rises every day. It won’t be too much to say that I have seen her hairs in all shades of grey! Her name is Anima. I call her maashii. She is over 65 and has a full fledged family comprising of her husband, two sons, two daughter-in-laws, a daughter and her spouse, and a few grand children who live in a village near Sunderbans. But she still prefers to earn her bread and butter. She says she doesn’t like it if she doesn’t come to work even for one day.
A couple of weeks back, when I had gone to visit my parents, my mom gave a few packs of whisper ultra which she got for me from the wholesale market. Being a regularly used essential commodity, I keep a stock of it and its cheaper too if we buy in bulk. She saw and exclaimed in her bong accent “O baba! Ki korbe ato shob packet?” ( O God! What would you do with so many such packets?) I was a little perplexed as she knew well what were those packets for. I said “Don’t you know what are these for? Don’t you buy something similar for your daughter and all?” I was taken aback by the conversation that followed.
Maashii – “If I had so much money I would buy better things than this.”
Me – “But this is important for the health of us women. You guys don’t understand the importance of hygiene. Buy the cheaper ones. What do you do instead?”
Maashii – “We use cloth, what else! For us the good old cloth is best. We can reuse it also. We can’t afford this fancy stuff. Tomra bodo lok didi, bodo badi te thako aar maashe 150 taka tomar kachhe kichhu nei. Amader kachhe toh jol o nei” (you all are rich people, stay in big houses, for you 150 rupees every month is nothing, but we don’t even have enough water”
Me, absolutely taken aback, “what kind of living arrangements do you have for your daughter and all and your grand daughter?”
Maashii – “Is the underwear you wear unhygienic? You wash it and wear it every other day. Just getting cheap pads (sanitary napkins) does not solve it all for people like us. Come to our village once then you will get to know”
She changed the course of my thinking from there on. First of all, I am not promoting the use of cloth at all here. We directly associate cloth with lack of hygiene because we view menstruation in a dirty way. Because of this women end up with no access to clean sunlit areas to dry their cloth. And so they do the needful in damp nooks and corners of the house or under other clothes which makes them infectious and prone to uro-genital infections and bacterial vaginosis. They also have lack of clean water to wash the cloth. They have no or minimal access to clean private changing areas.
NGOs and CSR programs distribute sanitary napkins to girls and women in rural areas. The use and throw convenience have led the rural population to adopt the pad. Legends like Arunachalam Muruganantham have brought a revolution in this direction. There are many educators, social activists, journalists working voluntarily for the cause. The convenience of disposing pads, and social taboo surrounding the cloth led to surge in usage of disposable sanitary pads.
But there is a big BUT here. There are issues like operational clean toilets, availability of enough clean water, clean and private spaces for changing for females. And like a boomerang, there is again a problem with the disposal of used sanitary napkins. They cannot dispose it in the bins like us. There is no waste collection in the rural areas. They have to go certain miles to either bury or burn it. These women also end up disposing the pads in their local ponds. Unfortunately, in the same pond where they bathe and wash their clothes. My astonishment and remorse knew no bounds when I saw this – https://qz.com/910094/sanitary-napkins-form-the-bed-of-a-bathing-pond-in-india-what-personal-hygiene-is-like-for-rural-women/
Digging a bit deeper, the sanitary napkins that we use are too not so safe. It is a proven fact that use of sanitary napkins may cause cancer. Prolonged use of it makes you susceptible to bacterial growth, commonly called toxic shock syndrome. They contain chemicals and bleaches that may be fatal for us in the long run. So not just the environment, it is a threat for us women as well.
So shouldn’t we be looking at reusable sanitary hygiene products instead of disposable ones. And stop ourselves from generating tonnes of waste. Let’s make our periods sustainable for our environment as well as for ourselves and our future generations. Thus we have the new mega star, the menstrual cups. Though weighing the pros and cons of menstrual cups and its acceptance is an agenda in itself. The attitude of the society is surely changing but it has to be brought out in the open, and discussed loud and clear for the sake of our own health, our future generations and environmental sustainability. Let us just say that we have a long way to go in dealing with menstruation hygiene and women needs.
This World Menstrual Hygiene Day (May 28), our endeavor is to break the taboo that engulfs this natural phenomenon that is the basis of very existence of human life on earth. This post is a part of a Blog Train hosted by Anupriya of www.mommytincture.com where 14 wonderful ladies have stepped forward to express themselves this #MenstrualHygieneDay and stress on the fact that there are #NoMoreLimits for a woman.
I would like to thank Indu Srimal for introducing me. She is an Indian lifestyle blogger who loves to keep everything stylish and unique. She blogs about fashion, beauty and her crazy DIYs creating the much required filters for us on https://www.filteryourstyle.com/
And, also I would like to take this opportunity to introduce Siddhi who is an author, book reviewer, freelance content writer and editor and above all a Mother. She is an avid reader and loves to hoard books. Apart from her baby and books there is an array of topics under her wide blogging umbrella at https://ofbookbabiesandmore.wordpress.com/
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When I see noodles I think it is ‘the’ food for bachelors, hostellers and students alike. Noodles are inexpensive, easy to make, filling and satisfying for the taste buds. Though I have never been a very noodle person, I had noodle cravings during my pregnancy. Maggi craving to be more precise. But I had decided to stop consuming all kinds of instant food and beverages when I became pregnant. Just to answer my craving, I would have a bite or two. They say an expecting mother’s cravings should be satisfied.
After Krishiv’s birth I never felt like having packed or instant food or beverages again. Even Akash left them. We believed that if we expect our son to not to have junk food, then we should practice it first. And as he grows up and sees other children indulge, he too may or may not want to indulge. Recently, I had gone out for a lunch with family and extended family, where we had a pre-ordered menu. On that table of 17 there was an aerated drink ordered for everyone and Krishiv did not point out to even one glass out of them. I felt really proud about it as I have seen kids of his age throwing tantrums to have those beverages.
We are but human. In the daily mundane life, I did felt the urge to have noodles, again. Simply cause it was so convenient to make a bowl and fill your tummy and your family’s too. To this we once had a discussion that what is it about the noodles, who invented it? I couldn’t stop myself from asking the know-it-all Google. And came across this very interesting read. But to satiate my taste buds I had to do something. So with the help of internet of course, I gave noodles a healthy twist. Instead of flour I used Zucchini to make noodles and called them Zoodles. They are simple to make and can be served with any sauce of your choice. I love my alfredo or white pasta sauce.
Zucchini is a great source of calcium and magnesium, which are necessary for strengthening of bones and development of teeth and gums too. It also contains potassium, phosphorus, and folate in considerable amounts. It helps to boost immunity by supplying vitamin C. It also supplies vitamin A and B6. It is no doubt a healthy option for the kids.
ZOODLES WITH ALFREDO SAUCE
Krishiv absolutely loves noodles so this one is a lot more healthier version of noodles I would like him to like. We both enjoy this awesome dish once in a while.
The entire process of becoming a mother is very intimate, special and exhaustive too. Throughout and beyond it all we do and say is concerning the new mother and the baby. All the love, blessings and gifts and pampering goes out to the mother-to-be. She becomes a mother from the moment that second streak appears. But the fathers… Even after participating in the plans and activities over nine months of pregnancy, it never fails: Men become fathers rather suddenly. Until that baby arrives, their role has been to support their partner and to watch and wait. Then the baby arrives and everything changes. They finally get started at being a father.
After weeks of waiting, the little miracle just happens and we see our lives changing forever. The first few weeks are difficult, not to mention that it is a beautiful experience and totally worth the difficulties. During these trying times, it is the women who get all the attention. Seldom anyone talks about a man’s emotional trough. Yes! Postpartum blues are not just for women. A father is suddenly hit by the reality of a new being in his life, which adds on to his already laden shoulders with more responsibilities. The sleepless nights and the exhaustion of adjusting with the baby are inevitable.
Most importantly he has to share that one person with whom he use to spend a lot of time nurturing a relationship. But once the baby shows up everything changes: now the focus of just about everything is on the baby. As such, they may be confused, anxious, depressed, or even afraid.
When I was expecting, Akash was obviously on cloud #9. He would everyday speak to the baby (in my tummy). He said “I know, he can hear me”. I was really amused. They were already a team and I was the other one! As the baby arrived, it made him agitated that he cannot spend as much time with him or even me. Gradually both of us aligned ourselves.
Every morning, Krishiv rolls over to his dad’s side and cuddles with him in sleep. Akash will never cuddle while sleeping, until Krishiv arrived that is. He is most of the times more alert than I am during the night, changing his nappies. He loves to dress up Krishiv. They call each other ‘buddy’ as Akash wants to become his friend more than a father. In the morning I wake up to the sight of both of them sleeping in exact similar position next to each other. And I am overwhelmed beyond words by their bond.
I have to give it to Akash and all the fathers… they are the unsung heroes. So I thought of dedicating this post to my beloved husband, just to show my gratitude. For today’s recipe, I racked my head and then gathered that it has to be something Akash is fond of and Krishiv can also enjoy. The mango season is here and my darling hubby just loves mangoes. He also likes sushi. So today I decided to combine the two, with a healthy twist.
Mangoes boast of an abundance of nutrients such as vitamins, minerals and anti-oxidants. They have a high fiber content, which keeps the baby full and promotes digestion. Vitamin A founf in mangoes are good for baby’s vision. Mango is a good source of glutamine acid, which boosts brain functioning and improves memory. They also contain lots of iron and promotes weight gain in babies. Add to this wonderful king of fruits a humble fruit – coconut. It supports the immunity system health, boosts energy, and improves insulin secretion. It also contains a lot of dietary fiber and treats abdominal fats.
The thai food lover in me gave way to the next one up!
SWEET THAI COCONUT MANGO STICKY RICE BITES
X – this mark shows the location, as in on a postcard, or on a map. This practice, the use of a cross or X is a very ancient one, like from a traditional cross like to indicate buried treasure. Come to present our babies to mark a spot, or should I say they mark their territories. I know usually this is said in respect with animals but we all are animals too, aren’t we?
Sometimes we erect actual boundaries to stake claim to our personal space that acts as a protection. A baby most certainly does that to seclude whoever he feels safe with, for example the mother in most cases. And many-a-times it is us who instigate them to do this. My sister-in-law would just hug my father-in-law in front of Krishiv and call him saying “look, he’s my dad!” it is done for the sheer joy of seeing his reactions. He sometimes retorts with his hands in the air, sometimes just brushses her away and many-a-times doesn’t react.
But aren’t we teaching him Jealousy? Is it good to be jealous? To retort? Doesn’t it teach him to seek attention? Krishiv loves his grandfather the most among all the family members. But he loves me too and never reacts in this manner when someone tries to tease him by hugging me. Here I see his confidence in me that whatever it may be I am one person who will not leave his side. This observation taught me that jealousy can be positive too.
For example, if there is a new baby in the family the elder child may feel angry or rejected and not important anymore. As such he would throw tantrums seeking attention. But he may possibly start being helpful with the baby and in the house to look for positive attention and learn to enjoy being an elder sibling. Children are like fresh clay, it is us who have to mould them beautifully. When Krishiv tries to retort we make his Aunt and Grandfather hug him together to teach him that he is always going to remain his grand dad.
There is positivity in everything around us, it’s on us how we look at things. Similarly, it is good to indulge in sweets and chocolates even for our young ones. I am afraid off cavities and all too, but I do not believe in refraining my baby from enjoying chocolates and desserts. Rather I try to make it healthy for him and all of us.
Thus instead of just chocolate mousse I made avocado chocolate mousse recently. It is a healthy combination of ingredients that come together to create a creamy rich and silky smooth pudding. It is really simple and hassle free to make too.
CHOCOLATE AVOCADO MOUSSE
While the avocados give the rich creamy texture, there is just a faint hint of its taste in the mousse. Why not let the kids have whatever they want if we can twist it into whatever we want the kids to have? This one is so much better in terms of health than the classic chocolate mousse, just hitting the right spots.
Parenting is a journey not the destination. And there is no same or similar route to it even if you are doing it for two. Because every child is different. Becoming a parent is a lifetime commitment. It is as challenging as it is beautiful. And it is of course infinite learning, not about the new life you are nurturing but about yourself. The reason for me to delve into this is a memory that suddenly flashed.
My dad met with a small accident recently. He came home hurt, in pain, but the first aid done. I was luckily there that day. I saw that he could barely walk, forget getting up from bed and picking up things. But as soon as he saw Krishiv, he sprang up to play with him. Obviously we did not let him pick up the boy, but the pain vanished from his face.
This reminded me of a recent flight journey I took to Ahmedabad with my husband and son. I have a problem of air pressure in ears that builds up into excruciating pain in both my ears. This has been there since childhood and every time I took a flight I would dread the last 30 minutes before landing. I would not speak a single word, just keep my head down holding my ears and areas around it tightly in a futile attempt to avoid the pain from spreading. Slowly everything used to become inaudible due to the air trapped in my ear canal.
Over the ears, this condition got cured with medication, but has re-occurred now. Ever since I was expecting, I was really bothered about my little baby going through a similar pain. I have seen other infants and kids crying incessantly on the flight. Krishiv has been flying since he was 4 months old. Each time I am afraid that the trauma will kick in. But things aren’t bad yet. During my last flight, I had a bout of pain like the yesteryears. But even then I was holding on to Krishiv, fed him and rocked him to sleep. My husband was helpless as Krishiv refused to leave me. That day I realized the super powers a mother acquires with the delivery of the child.
Last December and January Krishiv wasn’t keeping well due to the cold and the fact that he was teething too. As such he had started looking a lot feeble. He had stopped eating for almost three weeks. But what bothered me more is others complaining about his health and how I don’t pay attention to him. It irked me no end when he was compared with some other kid and advice on what to make him eat would flow. But the mother in me also got agitated. What am I missing? What more or what different can I do for him? I knew it was a matter of time, but I couldn’t sleep.
I found out about the miracle food- flax seeds. A friend mentioned it to me first when I was expecting. I started reading about flax. It turns out that we are missing out on such a super food. Flax has been cultivated for centuries. It is a flowering perennial and it is the seeds of the flax plant that we consume. It is safe to give to your babies after they are 7-8 months, but no more than 3 teaspoons per day on a rotating basis. Flaxseeds are one of the best sources of omega 3 fatty acids from plant sources. For us vegetarians it is an excellent catch. It is abundant in calcium and phosphorus which is required for stronger bones, iron for producing haemoglobin, dietary fibers which helps in reducing constipation. Flax surely delivers for it’s size!
So while I was studyng about flax, I stumbled upon recipes too. I wanted to make it convenient and simple to be fed and that’s I found on americanprofile.com
FLAXSEED AND RAISIN BREAD
I tried them as it is, just added some chopped dates to the batter. It turned out nice and healthy, something you can pick up on the go. So nutritious, so hassle free, approved by kids.
It was late afternoon, the sun shone brightly in the sky and the winds reminded just that. I was in my bedroom, keeping everything in its place. Krishiv comes running to me, a book in his hand. So now i am lying on my bed, with Krishiv lying next to me, and both of us are staring into the book. It was a pictorial book on introduction of colours to babies.
We were in our own sweet world, playing with the book. I was trying to make Krishiv recognize the different animals and veggies and fruits etc. Suddenly my husband, Akash, entered the room and goes “whats up buddy?”. I answered we are just vegging out! He started to laugh, making Krishiv more happy and excited. Akash then pointed out what I had not realized that my son too loved books. I could not be happier. Both of us loves books and will do everything possible to inculcate the same love in our baby.
Now it was the three of us, chilling on the bed, digging our heads in one book, and making animated gestures of all kinds and giggling to glory. It was almost tea time. I asked Akash what will he prefer as a snack. He replied just veg out some broccoli, pun intended! He knew that way I will not have to make two different things, one separately for our son.
Broccoli belongs to the cabbage family, resembles a cauliflower, but still is a cool vegetable, as in exotic. The green florets has a bold flavour and is packed with benefits. Broccoli is rich in essential vitamins and minerals, in addition to fiber. A cup of cooked broccoli offers as much vitamin C as an orange, and is a good source of beta-carotene. Broccoli contains vitamins B1, B2, B3, B6, iron, magnesium, potassium, and zinc too. It is a storehouse of vitamin A – important for good vision and Vitamin K – essential for the functioning of many proteins involved in blood clotting. It also contains folate (folic acid) which is essential for production and maintenance of new cells in the body.
I am glad that Krishiv likes and takes active interest in books already. One more thing that makes me happy is the fact that he is also developing a palate for different foods. The following snack is healthy, easy to make, tasty and very very nutritious.
BAKED BROCCOLI TOTS
Just veg out and enjoy the tater tots with your darling tots.
In ancient times babies were born in the comfort of homes with the help of midwives. There was nothing called a ceaserian delivery. It was believed to be a low risk arrangement and safe for quicker recovery of new mothers. In fact my own aunt is born in her maternal grandparents’ home in her mother’s village. She still doesn’t have a birth certificate! Until the advent of modern medicine home birth was the only method of delivery. And this is not just about India. Even in western countries the practice is still alive.
Rather my personal experience says that nowadays medical practitioners take advantage of our fears. Till my 39th week I had a healthy pregnancy. It was the last week of December, festivities all around. My family was overjoyed at the thought of the baby arriving any moment. Suddenly I was advised sonograms and check-ups. We got tensed. Till date my family members think that our fear about the well-being of baby was taken advantage of. But since there was a family friend cum doctor inside the operation theatre we know that the situation was real and no way I could have delivered my baby normally.
So I guess it is always a good idea to match your steps with time and flow with it. Even our lifestyle is not spared. Who knew that Toddlers will teach us to operate smartphones! But here again I am a little conservative. I am proud to say that 16 months and still my baby is not use to phones. I know it has to happen but the later the better. Similarly, the food which we make our kids eat has gone through a lot of changes. But basics are there to stay. Hence how much ever risottos and pastas and noodles and beans we give, the staples will not change. I make sure that Krishiv eats 1 1/2 to 2 chapatis with dal (lentils) everyday. He loves potato stuffed flat breads too. But I gave his favourite desi parathas a unique urban twist and added avocados to them. And the result was soft, fantastic parathas.
Avocado, as we all know is the nature’s perfect fruit. Native to Central America, it is a storehouse of goodness and a healthy treat. It is known to contain more potassium than a banana. It supplies essential vitamins and minerals such as vitamin C, vitamin A, vitamin K, vitamin E, folate, vitamin B-6, niacin, thiamin, calcium, iron, magnesium phosphorous, potassium, zinc and sodium. These vitamins and minerals are essential for the overall development of the baby. Avocado is also a good source of unsaturated fats. These fats are healthy for babies and they are needed for brain and vision development.
Besides supplying essential vitamins, minerals and fats, avocado is easy to digest, even by babies. They are also good in controlling the irritable stomach walls or an acidic stomach. Avocado juice is prescribed for colic and chills of stomach. Avocado is also beneficial for liver. it is known to help heal the wounds faster and control inflammation. most importantly, for vegetarians it compensates as the excellent source of Omega-3 fatty acids essential for baby’s brain development. It is indeed the perfect fruit.