Made To Hors d’œuvre

“If Yan can cook”, he used to say, ’so can you.”
I took that seriously. I even tried the no-look coriander chopping trick that he used to perform to much applause. All I got was a bloody (painful) pinkie and a swift bottom-paddling. It was a pity meat was never allowed at home, for I [...]

Stroked Through The Covers

I’ve wanted to do a post on music for sometime now. You know, zonuts style. [It's the only music blog I track, I know these guys and I (generally) like what they like.]
Sadly, though, I have no clue what to say. Since I started working, I neither have the time nor the patience to try [...]

Sidey, Please

Crack knuckles, deep breath.
Baaju Hut shall live again.
An empty threat. Sigh!