Do you have those moments when you simply know what something should taste like? I mean when you are 100% sure of the flavour combination, but have zero clue on the actual recipe itself? I certainly have a LOOOT of of those recipe epiphanies, when I can imagine the taste in my head and need to work backwards. This recipe is a product of that, and I must say, I have to credit those grey cells of mine.
Erm, no butter? No sugar? Then why bother, right?
I thought the same way too! But this is so moist, and good that you will not regret making the decision to try it out like I did. But before I give you the recipe, I have to tell you all about how I stumbled on this beauty of a recipe!
Have I told you guys I have gone off chocolate? Yeah. I know! Craziest decision ever. Especially when everyone in my family wants me to bake them delicious treats. It’s not like they need the sugar high, but, they are a pretty chocolate obsessed lot.
Whew! That was a mouthful wasn’t it??
Now, most of you know that I’m not a big fan of eggs, right? So you must be wondering what this cheesy omelette is doing on War and Cheese. Well the answer to that is two fold, first the cheese and then that sauce! I am of the belief that everything in this world tastes better with cheese. And when in doubt shove some cheese into the mix. This has worked wonders from me with a lot of things and this omelette is no exception.
It is not often that fellow blogger Richa and I have a difference of opinion, especially when it comes to food. Usually we are more or less attached at the hip when it comes to what we think of as lip smacking delicious. Not so when it comes to chaats apparently.
Well, it’s been a while since I have spoken to you, dear reader. And there is more than one reason for the blanket silence from this writer. First of all, I was kind of done with all the food blogging for a while. I just couldn’t stand the idea of writing a post and having to pimp myself out on Facebook for views and validation. And then there is the fact that I have literally not got a second to spare these days thanks to the impending wedding. ( yes the R &r wedding is happening. For the uninitiated R is the one who will have to endure this r’s kitchen dramas for life).
One wonderful thing about living in your own country after years as an expat is a sense of comfort. That feeling of belonging is something which I personally have missed in all my years away from the motherland. And that has extended in a lot of ways to my food and cooking. I love that the ingredients for my idea of comfort food are so easily available.
There’s something equally magical and asshat irritating about summers. Right now, as I’m writing this, I’m feeling a little bit of the latter, because the electricity has decided to take a break and now it’s like sitting in a very slow cooker. I have to admit though that this cooker is way better than the blast furnace that Kerala was. The humidity there is something else!
It seems fitting that I talk about protests in the aftermath of International Women’s Day. Not that I believe that the day is essentially about protests or protesting. It’s simply because the day still marks the triumph of women wanting to do what they pleased. Surely there must have been some amount of protesting before patriarchal norms were brushed side, right? At least all that bra burning must have been thought of as protest I would imagine.
Sigh! Summer is here….
From freezing Tokyo to bleeding hot Bangalore. Yes, War and Cheese has been uncharacteristically silent these last few days because, this author was wrapped up at the Cookpad office in Tokyo. Tokyo… What a beauty! Everything about the place screamed pretty and polite. In our ten days there, every person we met was the epitome of politeness.