Autumn takes a bow.
And arrives winter.
On hushed tiptoes.
A thin lace of mist hangs languorously over the neighborhood lake.
Dew drops glisten on blades of grass as they catch a streak of the infant sun.
There’s a nip in the air. The woollens have returned and blankets, post months of idle hibernation, are set to make a comeback.
Buds aplenty appear on the chrysanthemums in my garden.
Butterflies flit around in joy.
The capricious poinsettias catch a tinge of magical red.
The ancient frangipani prepares for a lonely winter of austerity.
The vegetable market is a visual delight, a frenzied riot of colours.
Carrots in a myriad shades of red and orange.
Pink radish and crimson beetroot with their august plumes of verdant green.
Gorgeous green onion stalks crowned with pristine ivory buds.
An alluring array of greens – spinach, fenugreek, mustard greens, malabar spinach, to name just a few.
And beautiful green peas.
Cocooned in the warmth of lustrous green pods.
I return home, my bags bursting at their seams, with all the delightful winter vegetables that I could lay my hands on.
And when green peas have indeed arrived, what’s a winter afternoon without cups of steaming tea, sinful chhana koraishutir chop and a novel ?
I get to work.
Chhana Koraishutir Chop. A delicious green pea stuffing, some peanuts and raisins thrown in for just that touch of decadence, enveloped in a spicy homemade paneer casing. Rolled in breadcrumbs and fried to a gorgeous golden.
Simple pleasures of life !!!