Sampler Cake


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A young cousin came over to stay a couple of days.. to spend time with the kids and to learn some baking. I took it as a great opportunity to practice.

We made a red velvet cake and some Swiss meringue buttercream and played around with different nozzles. I had been drooling over pictures of cakes with mosaic designs and we attempted to make a mosaic with fondant. I hope I have not put the soon-to-be-bride completely off baking!

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AAM AADMI Party Cake


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It was Election mania in India and my party of choice РAAP ( AAM AADMI PARTY). Made this Sheet cake with Swiss Meringue butter cream and fondant embellishments. The fondant recipe is from here. The process is explained beautifully in the website and I find it nothing short of magic, the way hot, sticky, transparent sugar syrup comes together to form soft, white, knead able fondant. My daughter thinks this fondant tastes way better than regular fondant with gelatin.

My Aam Aadmi Party Cake.



Book Cake


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Since my first attempt with fondant here, I have been struggling with the medium, trying to get it right, hoping that one day even I will be able to make beautiful cakes like seemingly everyone else in this world!

Here are the cakes I made for a 12 year old Alex Rider fan





The fondant, although made to the exact recipe (as found all over the Internet) is not pliable at all and is more like cookie dough rather than play dough. I still was thrilled to have done this much!

Tragedy hits Kenya


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September 21 is a day many Kenyans are not likely to forget in a long time. The day Nairobi was brought to its knees. The day many of us around the world have been cruelly reminded again that evil does exist!

The attack and its aftermath lasted for nearly a week. Common man is still clueless about the actual facts and figures. All that we know is  that people will not feel safe in Nairobi for a long time. During my year in the city I knew many who lived each day in fear.

Here is the link to an article I wrote for an online magazine following the tragedy.

The actual article pasted here:

I have been in a trance, for the last three days, too shocked at what is happening in Nairobi. Nairobi, the capital city of Kenya that was  our home till we left it 3 weeks ago is under siege.  It feels like our backyard has been bombed.

Westgate mall was the only glitzy mall in the city of Nairobi, at least in the area with maximum concentration of expats and Kenyans of Indian origin. This is where all the action is now taking place. Even though I claim to hate malls and detest everything they stand for, I guess we all get kind of drawn to this artificial cocoon like flies to light, so much so – even we the wannabe socialists ended up there more often than we liked.

We lived 10 minutes away from Westgate, so close that I have sneaked out to catch movies with my husband during his lunch break from office.  We were regulars on Tuesdays to the Pizza Inn to enjoy the 2 for price of 1 offer and afterwards to have yogurt ice cream at Planet Yogurt.  Nakumatt , the only big supermarket  chain in East Africa, owned by a Kenyan Indian, was our one stop shopping destination in spite of the high cost of commodities there.  Indians dominated Westlands, where Westgate mall was and the nearby Parklands area. At any time a good percentage of shoppers in Westgate would be in sari or salwar kameez or the traditional dress of the Bohra community. These are Indians who have lived in Kenya for generations and have made it their home but have held on to the traditions of their ancestors.  A lot of businesses in the area are also owned by these Indians.

We moved to Nairobi in August 2012, our Africa dreams had finally materialised, the dream that we both had nurtured for many years fueled by watching the twinkle in the eyes of friends who have lived  in Africa, who would reminisce about the surreal weather and the happy hard working people, fueled by growing up reading Wilbur Smith and watching Gods must be crazy and born free!

From the moment ¬†we landed in Kenya the warnings and advices started pouring. don’t go here, don’t go there, don’t drive at night, don’t walk on the streets, always keep windows up in the car… incessant warnings, security briefing, daily emails and sms’s on security situation and horror stories from people who have been there for years… But none of this deterred us from getting out and exploring this country that is blessed in abundance with natural beauty. Along the way I also came to love Kenyans who are among the most polite, hearty and jovial people I have come across.

Kenyans love to talk. ¬†If I paused long enough with the fruit and vegetable sellers at the market they would start to chat me up, enquiring about family, where I am from and how many kids I have and whether I plan to “add ” more. ¬†I particularly enjoyed the Kenyan English used by locals where they often added difficult words into everyday language. On asking¬† for directions to a guard once I got ” Madam, proceed straight, negotiate the curve to the right…”

Our 365 days in Nairobi, which I think we utilised to the fullest by visiting each and every safari park and any place of interest, was not marred by a single bad experience even though  burglaries and car jacking abound. The only instance when we were in  a situation was when  our car got bogged in Lake Nakuru, the first van that came along stopped and the driver helped us call for help and  he waited till our vehicle was pulled out and we were on our way, even though it was getting late and he had clients with him.

Sitting here thinking back on the time spent in Westgate, I am surprised that I remember so many faces. I wonder if these faces I know are safe. We had gone to enjoy the succulent burgers¬† at ‘Urban’ the newly opened ¬†burger place and I remember being served on both our visits by this thin tall girl with a wide smile. Urban was the first shop at the main entrance and people sat on the verandah enjoying the open air and the first to be hit apparently!

In our  last weeks in the city I was in Nakumatt almost every other day to deal with some issue with our vat refund so much so that I still can see the face of the customer service officer who helped me sort it; the  kind lady at the counter of Kazuri bead shop who patiently let me browse through each and every piece in her shop over a few weeks till I mustered the courage pick up one of their exorbitantly priced necklaces;  the Indian lady in Salwar Kameez, who would sell 250 Ksh (Rs 175) scoops of sinful delight from her gelato counter on the ground floor. There were several such small counters  scattered all over the mall selling Kenyan and Ethiopian handicrafts or mobile accessories.  I shudder to think that those sellers might have been in the direct line of fire.

I did hear back from a lot of my friends saying they are safe but in a year one meets a lot of people and Nairobi is a small town and the expat community tiny. ¬†Every moment I am getting flashes of faces I have met and I pray that they survived. Each friend who wrote to me had a tale of miracle, where one family didn’t go for their¬† routine Saturday lunch only because her husband unexpectedly had to work. Another one cancelled a dental appointment because her son had a match in school and yet another¬† friends son had a lunch date ¬†at the Art Cafe but thankfully got cancelled because the friend saw his message too late.¬† Art Cafe is coffee shop chain that is extremely popular with the expat crowd and at no time have I seen it empty.¬† The seating here¬† spills onto the verandah space next to Urban.

I am glad that my friends in Kenya  are not directly affected. I am glad that I am far away in another continent , but the question lingers .. Will I ever feel truly safe?

Here is a thought. This tragedy happened exactly 3 weeks after we left Nairobi. 12 years ago, we left NYC after staying exactly a year in the US, 3 weeks later 7/11 happens. Coincidence?

Flight home

This blog got its name not for any affection for flamingos but for the the love of the word “flamingo”. For me this word always meant something exotic and conjured images alien to what I am used to.

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Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine that I would get to live in the land that is home to millions of flamingos, After having seen these gentle, elegant pink creatures I have grown to love everything about them. We were lucky to have spotted them in Lake Nakuru, lake Magadi and also in Lake Baringo in Kenya.

After exactly 365 days in Nairobi, a time we used prudently covering every possible inch of the fascinating country and its neighbors, we chose to leave this land. In that short time all four of us fell in love with Kenya and Africa and it was indeed with great pain that we plucked ourselves out of that continent. 



We have now come to live in Trivandrum, my ‘hometown’, the town I thought I had left forever, not for any love lost but because I hate to call any place home.¬†