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Double ka meetha

2013 is here. Everybody has hopes and aspirations for the future. I pray all your dreams come true! Personally I feel,this is the year of being content. Being happy with what God has given andĀ  being satisfied with our achievements. It may not be great in the eyes of others but we all have our own battles to win..our own little mountains to climb.

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A lot of exciting things are coming my way this year. A new store in india, new projects around the city to name a few. Most importantly, Aaira turns one in May. Seems unbelievable! She completes us as a family. This reminds me-though I barely ever mention Mr Z in my blog, he’s my biggest critique! He’s the best thing thats happened in my life. And to think that we being together at one point wouldve been one the strangest things that could ever be!
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Which brings me today’s recipe. I’m typing this post using my samsung note and have taken pics using the phone camera. Do let me know what you think. The phone is a gift from the mister, and as always I forced him to buy one himself! He’s settled in for the S3.

We dine out once or twice a week, and try to uncover a few hidden gems.predominantly flavours from asia. In one such adventure, we ventured into golconda paradise-a hyderabadi restaurant. The menu there had the usual suspects – biriyani, haleem, kebabs etc. But what caught Mr Z’s eye was the dessert Double ka meetha. I must admit I have not heard of this delicacy ever. He explained and it seemed like a indianised bread pudding or umm ali. When the dish arrived, it looked mediocre but strangely had the taste of gulab jamun.
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This is when he promised me that he would make amma’s version. This is one of the easiest desserts to cook. So here goes.

Recipe

Unsalted rusk 10 pieces
Oil to deep fry

For the sugar syrup
Water 1 1/2 cup
Sugar 1 cup
Cardamom 3-4 pods

For the garnish
Milkmaid -small tin 90gms
Pistachios, raisins, pinenuts for garnish

Method
In a thick bottom pan dissolve water, sugar with cardamom and bring to a boil. Reduce flame and wait till mixture thickens to form syrup. Let it cool.
In a separateĀ  pan fry the rusks in oil.
Place the fried rusks into the sugar syrup. Please note that the syrup must not be too hot.
Pour milkmaid in strings when cooled to room temperature
Garnish this with pistachios, raisins and pinenuts.
serve warm or cold.
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I think everyone dreams to be a mother, i remember the first day i realised i had ahem …ehhh…..”MATURED”. I was excited that I could be a Mom! Maybe coz i admired being a mom and their love…….unconditional..and then my sister Div was pregnant…though eldest sister was pregnant and had her baby, my adorable Bannu, i was a lil girl then….and he was start of our huge family…….then Div’s happened, and when i moved to dubai, i spent more time wid div and aaru… i saw their bonding..it was just..BEAUTIFUL…..And my niece, i owe to her the person i am with my daughter! Shes the person i admire the most..the bestest girl in the whole world… she is like that beacuse of my sister, and im soo proud of both of them..

Div..your the best..the moment i laid my eyes on Zaara, i hoped i would love her the way you love aaru..your the best mom and perfect according to me.. I love you and admire you!God bless!

Now im all senti, so let me write something about Zaara…

Shes my first born, shes always made me learn something new about life..
Be it patience(not one of my virtues)

Be it taking one step at a time

Be it listening… which feel i alwais forget to do

Be it loving……children..they can love soo much…

Be it Mr Z, shes shown me a completely different side of his….hes such a great Dad!

The day she was born, i was soo overwhelmed! I couldnt believe i could actually have a baby, I was told by a few doctors i would not be able to concieve..so when she finally was here, the first of october 2008, i proved everyone wrong… i could be what i wanted…A mom!

Shes truly a blessing…My Zaara….My love

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