Corn Pulav and my job hunt....

Well, the two have no connection at all, except both are related to me. Now that I am back in India, it is the right time to start hunting for a job. The hunt began right after my birthday and I am still on the hunt. I am waiting for the interview calls with as much tension as I used to have when my exam results were published. I have not attended an interview since 2006 and I have only taken interviews in the area that I specialise in. I am hoping I am still in touch with my skills. It is not even 4 months since I quit my earlier job, but I am afraid that being a full time homemaker during that break may have affected me. Well, I have tried to maintain a strict schedule during the day. I try not to laze around and I try to be active through the day and never fall into the temptation of having a nap.

My husband inspires me to try out new dishes and my not working is compensated when I can serve my husband a hot dinner as soon as he gets back from work. He would come home with an extremely good appetite and that is surely a bonus for the cook! I totally love cooking for him and he loves to eat all the variety. And so, in the middle of all the job hunting process, I try my best to make good food and experiment on new recipes and make great use of all the free time at hand right now. Sweet Corn Pulav was the latest addition to my list of trials. I always end up adding lesser salt, but that is better than more, isn't it? The salty cucumber raitha compliments the pulav and in the end it is another dinner that we enjoyed together. I hope I am as motivated when I have kids! Until then, I mean until the next blog, Bon Appetit ! :)

Comments

sunti said…

looks yummy.

ammaaa.

April 27, 2011 at 11:33 AM

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