Berry Lassi/Smoothie And Hot days of Summer

Summer...
Shivers of apprehension...
Not because of the temperature...
No way...
It is so warm 41C today...
And nothing cools like yogurt and lassi(Sweetened or spiced buttermilk).

Yes,different glasses...these were try outs...
And when you add to it the beautifully tart red strawberries...
Its like manna from heaven.

Cooling ,refreshing, nutritious,tangy and yummy...

Meets all requisite food groups.
As to why the tiny red rose is sitting pretty...we ate the leftover strawberries.
The guy who runs the cafeteria in school will vouch for that...
Sworn Coffee drinkers are now hooked to Amul Masti Spiced Buttermilk...

The heat saps your energy...
Your electrolyte levels.
You really need it...
I'm teaching the transition to democracy in CHILE,South America...
And I feel the need to be chilled...
Strawberries are almost on their way out...
And one needs to sweeten the lassi...Or Smoothie...
The berries are big.soft and squishy!
And are apt to make the yogurt a pretty pink...

So pretty please with sugar on the top...
Lets make the...

Berry Lassi/Smoothie And Hot days of Summer...

you need

1 punnet /200 gms strawberries
2 tsp sugar or honey
a few leaves fresh mint
200 mils fresh yogurt

The strawberries were large...and sweet ,but a little mushy...
So hull and quarter them...remove the top and cut into 2/4 pieces...

Like so...

Into the blender,with the powdered sugar...save a few berries to add in the end...
OK ,I used a wee bit more than 2 tsp...

Ahhhh....the pure puree...
So we can sorbet it, right here, right now...

Add in the thick yogurt...

With a few leftover strawberries for the texture

A few whizzes and we are done...

3 glasses...one down and the others in a steel bowl into the freezer...

To be had like frozen yogurt...

Or drunk to kiss away the sun and its heat...

PS,the darker drink is yet to come...

Experiments in the sun...trying to create a fire with a magnifying glass...and succeeding!

Summer...
And the ways to combat it...
We are being baked...literally ,when we have to wait at the railroad crossing for the trains to cross...to or from school...
Still reeling from the sun...


So what are you baking today???

Ignorance is Bliss WOW post for Blogadda May 10, 2013

“Forgetfulness is a form of freedom.” ― Kahlil Gibran

Sweat ran down her forehead...
Trickling into her hairline...
Eerie did not even come close to defining that dream...
But then, was it???
Yeah...
What was it?
Every morning ...that feeling of same old, same old...
Close but no cigar...
She felt around her bed side,yes she did need her spectacles!
Sometimes she even wondered if it would help if she slept with her spectacles on...
Maybe then, she'd be able to see and hopefully ,remember that bone chilling -supposedly eerie dream ,that always made her sweat...
Time for class!
Was it Monday or Tuesday...white or black shoes...
Aw ,she didn't want to be a defaulter again...
Mummmmy...
Where is my uniform???
Whack!!!
"What the f@#$?"
"Mummy is at home dear...wake up and make your bed yourself.The matron will pound you into pieces first thing Monday morning!"
Ah...one problem solved...
Monday ,it is!
What was it the counsellor told her??
Diary or a journal...
And a pen,to be her appendages 24*7...
But she'd rather hold a brush...
And not be slave to the alarm clock...
Blindly she followed the other girls out of the dorm ...she did not even realise that she was on auto pilot...she'd dressed and wore the right shoes...hallelujah!
But not the mess...she followed her nose to where the still fresh smell of turpentine lingered...
The mural...
She worried ,maybe the warden would have her expelled as she had apparently defaced school wall...
But that tree was just taking shape...
Maybe today...
She donned her smock...
That was the one thing she never forgot, and began...
The smoothness of the paint...
And its music as it walked on the canvas that was the wall...
Sometimes,she forgot that her hand was supposed to lead the brush...
But the forgeting allowed her to follow the colours...
The images danced and sang before her eyes and placed themselves in tune with the story the mural was destined to tell...
Suddenly she heard the cacophony...
The torch beams and the din...
They were taking her name...
Sunaina walked to the door of the attic and pulled it open,and called out to the general source of the noise...
What happened...
Suddenly the warden was running up...
Whack!
"What the f@#$?"
That was twice in a day...
"Where have you been all day...you never reported to the mess or to class...the entire staff has been looking for you here and in the grounds adjoining the forest ,we were now looking for the mangle remains of your body...What is this?"she whispered...the warden had never seen colours or images like this before...
Were they for real??
Was Sunaina for real...
So that was why she forgot...
The mural was breathtaking...
Suddenly she wished she could forget ...
And inhabit this unreal world...
Where time and classes and food did not matter...
And live this reality of psychedelic colours...
Maybe this was actually bliss!
To forget...and inhabit the world of colours...



This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda