Ayan, my son, is 14 months almost. He has a busy life. Running around in wobbly wonder. Checking every speck of dirt and mouthing them as well. No wonder when he came down with a tummy bug and fever of 37.2 F last saturday we were blaming his dirt picking habit for the same. Well, his natural curosity gave him a hard time. We took him to a general doctor, as his favourite Doc was away. He was quick to prescribe an antibiotic without any test done and also gave a lacto-b powder. The former was declared suspicious and later definitely good by my personal prescription (Moms know better you see). He felt better later in the day, fever was mostly under 38. He had to take a paracetamol.
Now, Ayan has serious issues with strawberry flavoured syrupy medicine when he has fever and throws up when he sees the spoon or barely smells it from a distance. We use a sup, easy but risky since the watery flow of tummy did not help much. Moms with similar problem can use the same but after consulting a doctor. Our doc later gave him a Kid zinc tablet to repair internally. he also said its possibly viral and did not need the antibiotic. He is recovering. We had to change the milk with a non lactose temporarily, that really helped. His diet is rice, fish, chicken, carrot, potato, white bread and lots of natural yogurt, tiny amount of oil. He has not lost his appetite thankfully, nor his dirt picking habits. We are keeping an sharper eye on him.
Friday, January 15, 2010
Thursday, January 14, 2010
More with Prawns
Prawn Mayonnaise was another 2010 discovery. I am amazed that a foodie like me never tasted this simple and glorious food before the Christmas Day in 2009 (tailend of the year, almost 2010). It's creamy, delicious, soft feel makes me roll my tongue and close my eyes, savour it again in my head at this moment. Then on New year's eve yet another surprise. Same prawn, only this time with a wasabi flavoured mayonnaise. Yet another glorious taste. A one night stand , but a flavour that reminds me of the word Selamanya (thats "forever" in Bahasa Indonesia). So on 5th Jan 2010, I check my freezer and come upon few nice healthy prawns. They did not appear there by magic. The weekend shopping was filled with thoughts of the glorious mayonnaise prawns and so I inevitably picked some and slipped them into my shopping cart.
That evening of Jan 5th (nothing significant about the date), after my encounter with the hourlong macet, I came home and to cheer myself up, decided to cook the prawns. Thus the trip to the freezer. After the prawns were nicely thawed, I added a pinch of salt and eyed them with anticipation. Well, disappointment soon followed, as I did not find any mayonnaise or wasabi in my refrigerator. I so wished that they would appear there by some magic. Plain forgetfullness.
With all my Indian optimism, whatever that means, I tried to resurrects the situation. I am not usually good at this resurrection business, but it in situation of cooking crisis, I am mostly triumphant. I doused the prawns with turmeric powder, crushed few peanuts into coarse grained power (use a handy small blender), coated the prawns with the peanut powder. This is tricky and difficult , so a little bit of sticking material, like flour will help. Then did a quick shallow fry, very shallow, with few drops of oil in a non-stick pan (keeping it healthy). Then used plain yogurt, few mint leaves, few coriander leaves, blended them to form a 'indianised' version of mayonnaise. Well the result was amazing.
At dinner time, as we indulged with the prawns similar smiles lingered on my hubby's face and mine. We were falling in love again (with the prawns , of course). Thus another glorious taste was entered to the taste-database in my memory bank (my tongue's memory bank to be precise)
That evening of Jan 5th (nothing significant about the date), after my encounter with the hourlong macet, I came home and to cheer myself up, decided to cook the prawns. Thus the trip to the freezer. After the prawns were nicely thawed, I added a pinch of salt and eyed them with anticipation. Well, disappointment soon followed, as I did not find any mayonnaise or wasabi in my refrigerator. I so wished that they would appear there by some magic. Plain forgetfullness.
With all my Indian optimism, whatever that means, I tried to resurrects the situation. I am not usually good at this resurrection business, but it in situation of cooking crisis, I am mostly triumphant. I doused the prawns with turmeric powder, crushed few peanuts into coarse grained power (use a handy small blender), coated the prawns with the peanut powder. This is tricky and difficult , so a little bit of sticking material, like flour will help. Then did a quick shallow fry, very shallow, with few drops of oil in a non-stick pan (keeping it healthy). Then used plain yogurt, few mint leaves, few coriander leaves, blended them to form a 'indianised' version of mayonnaise. Well the result was amazing.
At dinner time, as we indulged with the prawns similar smiles lingered on my hubby's face and mine. We were falling in love again (with the prawns , of course). Thus another glorious taste was entered to the taste-database in my memory bank (my tongue's memory bank to be precise)
2010- The new beginning ..Yet again
Every Jan 1st brings so much hope and promise with it. This year was no exception. I crossed the border of 2009-2010 with " Eat, Pray Love" (Author Liz Gilbert). Reading the book was like chatting with a good friend for few days at a stretch. A time well spent in the otherwise boredom of a hourlong 'macet' in Jakarta roads (Macet in Bahasa Indonesia=Traffic Jam). I read it slowly, holding on to each page so that this friend would stay for few more extra days and chitchat with me about life etc.
Much have been said about the book and a layman reader like me dare comment or write a review on such a bestseller, loved my many, criticized by some. To me, this book was not life changing or eye opening in any melodramatic way. The book simply gave me; a deeper contact with myself (technically called the inner voice) and I discovered how lost that tiny voice felt, unheard, unloved, drowned by years of living a languid life.
The relentless messages my heart and head sent me was ignored far too long, like unknown smss on my cellphone or silly status updates on my facebook ( 'whats on your mind'). My cellphone and facebook are loaded and overloaded with names of known and unknown people. People who send messages and tells me whats on their mind every minute of my busy day. My own messages to myself find it difficult to reach me now. It possibly gets a monotonous "busy on other call" tone when it dials my number.
Gilbert's book came as a reminder to me. Reminded me get in touch with myself and listen to my so called inner voice. And this year I finally found the time and need to reenter the contact number and name of my tiny inner voice into my mental phonebook and friendlist.
2010 and beyond is dedicated to my inner voice and for loving myself. Thank you Liz.
Much have been said about the book and a layman reader like me dare comment or write a review on such a bestseller, loved my many, criticized by some. To me, this book was not life changing or eye opening in any melodramatic way. The book simply gave me; a deeper contact with myself (technically called the inner voice) and I discovered how lost that tiny voice felt, unheard, unloved, drowned by years of living a languid life.
The relentless messages my heart and head sent me was ignored far too long, like unknown smss on my cellphone or silly status updates on my facebook ( 'whats on your mind'). My cellphone and facebook are loaded and overloaded with names of known and unknown people. People who send messages and tells me whats on their mind every minute of my busy day. My own messages to myself find it difficult to reach me now. It possibly gets a monotonous "busy on other call" tone when it dials my number.
Gilbert's book came as a reminder to me. Reminded me get in touch with myself and listen to my so called inner voice. And this year I finally found the time and need to reenter the contact number and name of my tiny inner voice into my mental phonebook and friendlist.
2010 and beyond is dedicated to my inner voice and for loving myself. Thank you Liz.
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