A love like no other!

I love to cook and eat. My immense love for cooking and eating grew only after I met my ex-husband. With him I explored most of the eateries in Delhi NCR and like a typical Indian married woman I cooked for him too.

My relationship with food is a love hate one. Very difficult to explain. During my growing up days I was a very picky eater. I ate only roti, rice, bhindi (okra) and ketchup.

I started experimenting with food during my college days. Studying in a reputed college in South Delhi where students come from diverse background made me interact with people from different states of India and shifting to Punjab after my graduation made me come even closer to food.

After I shifted my base to Mumbai I started eating mindlessly. This made me put on a lot of weight and to add to it the pandemic made things worse. This year I plan to eat mindfully and work on my health. Which I have religiously been doing for more than 10 days now.

I am grateful to have the life that I am living and I do not plan to take it casually.

Currently I am not working anywhere and rekindling my love for cooking. I have started baking and plan to continue it.

Today I made whole-wheat apple cinnamon cake.

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