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An Award and a Meme

I never knew there are such sweet awards you got for writing a blog. Or I would have started sooner. The latest one comes my way from Kitchen Flavours.



The Wylde Woman Award was started by Tammy Vitale to send love and acknowledgment to men and women, who brighten your day, teach you new things and live their lives fully with generosity and joy.

There are so many lovely people I got to know through this blog, and they really make my day every time they stop by, leave a comment or send a mail to say hello. There is no way I can say a thank you to all, so I am passing on this award to just a few of these absolutely lovely people:

notyet100, who surely has lot of talents apart from her amazing cooking.

Rachel, the baker, the book lover!

Harini, the perfect Sunshine MOM.

Aparna, baking to glory in beautiful Goa.

Sukanya, now how does she think of such creative cookies!

And now the Meme....

Shreya send me this bookie Meme a while back. It's quite silly really, but aren't all of them. So what Shreya told me to do is pick up the nearest book, open to page 123, find the 5th sentence and post the next three sentences.

As luck has it, my nearest book (always on my bed, never sleep without one!) is something I left half-read on the plane the other day. It's a hard core chic-lit, one of those funny things that cropped up all over the place almost the same time as the magic/fantasy trilogies. There are so many books in these two genres that it's hard to keep track. Mindless stuff really, but who's looking to read Kafka on a 6 am flight. When "The Undomestic Goddess" is so much fun!

So, page 123 of my second favorite chic-lit from my top favorite chic-lit writer:

“Keep stirring!”

On Sunday afternoon, under Iris’s calm guidance, I make roast chicken with sage and onion stuffing, steamed broccoli, cumin-scented carrots, and roast potatoes.

As I heave the huge roasting tin out of the oven, I pause for a moment and let the warm, chicken-scented air rise over me.


Now who do I pass this MeMe on to. I thought of my book club buddies, but we post our August read in 5 days. So let me spare you 4 versions of the same 3 sentences from page 123 of Anita and Me. Some other time, friends!

Comments

SMN said…
Congrats on ur award and lovely MEME
notyet100 said…
congrts on the well deserved award,..thnks for passin to me too,...ceeya soon,..:-)
Srivalli said…
hehhe...its shower of awards..enjoy!
Sunshinemom said…
Congrats, and thanks for passing on to me. I don't know whether the kids will agree on the 'Perfect Mom' :D. i am on 'Forever Erma' these days, but then you enjoy it only when you read a few anecdotes at a time, as you have to take time to laugh and reflect, and tell it to your kids:)
Aparna said…
Congratulations and thank you, Simran for thinking of me to pass on the award.
Jayashree said…
Congrats on your award.
Rachel said…
Thank you dear Simran for passing on the award..and congrats....
Rachel said…
Thank you dear Simran for passing on the award..and congrats....
ANJALI J. said…
hey congrats on ur award.enjoy.
Vanamala said…
Lovely meme ... congrats
Bharti said…
Congrats on the lovely award Simran!
waaat lagi hui hai yaar... bookie club mein participate hi nai kar pa rahi par karungi jaldi.... how r u ... congrats on the award...

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