Sunday morning

Yesterday was Sunday and as soon as we were out of bed, wifey told me that she was going to make Shakshouka

“What is Shakshouka?”

“You can have a look when I make it”

“I mean is it something edible?”

“Don’t  be so naïve, I am  making it for breakfast so obviously it is edible”

Well that narrows it down a little bit, but I was still curious about this Shakshouka.

On Saturday night I saw her browsing through her baking book. Was she going to bake something?  

“So tell me, is this Shakshouka something you put in the oven and take out after half an hour?”

“Keep guessing . . . . . .”  and she sauntered into the kitchen garden, while I went about my usual task of making the morning chai. (yes I like to call it chai instead of tea) The word chai itself gives it a special taste.

Wifey called out from the garden “honey can you pass me that scissors? I want to cut one of the capsicums”

“What? you are going to cut my babies today?”

 “Yes I want only one”

“Wait a minute, I did not click it today. Hold on, let me get my camera. . . .  .”  and  I dashed off to the bed room to get my camera.

While I was fiddling with my camera I realised that my chai was undergoing that extra boiling effect. Now it was not my cup of tea.

So I took the pan off the fire and went to the garden with the camera and the scissors.   

In case you are wondering about those green leaves in the chai, those are Tulsi (Basil) leaves. I always put in one or two Tulsi leaves .. . . .  . . good for health they say.

Coming back to the Capsicum, from the time we planted them I have been recording the weekly progress of its growth and yesterday was the third Sunday.

This was how it looked on the first Sunday

It may be surprising for many to note that the capsicum grows upright and does not droop down like most of the vegetables.

This was how it looked on the second Sunday.

In case you are wondering why I click only on Sundays, it has got nothing to do with the Sabbath day. It’s just that my weekly off falls on a Sunday and on the other days I am not around when there is enough light to click.

And this is how it looked on the third week before the axe. . , I mean the scissors snipped off one of them.

I realised that wifey needed only half of the capsicum.  So why not photograph the other half to know the inside story.

And the first half went in here. . . .  . . .  in the Shakshouka    

Wifey kept the Shakshouka in front of me and said “do you like what you see? ”