I have a habit.
As habits go, I am not really sure whether it is a good one or a bad one. You see it defies being white or black and prefers to be in the grey somewhere.
My habit, that is. Not me, I am...let's keep this for later, shall we? For now let's get back to this habit of mine.
My habit is to check out the 'About Me' section of any new blog which inspires me. Call me nosy, call me inquisitive. But this is the kind of blog reader I am. Half way through the first post I need to know who writes, clicks and creates all the magic on that blog. I am curious about whether s/he likes lemon pop or grapefruit sorbet, whether s/he hearts street theatre or puppet show, whether s/he has ever walked barefoot in the snow or flown a kite-- you know the inane, tiny details which makes a person special.
So when it is my turn to write about myself, I do not feel shy. No, no, I am ready with all the details--my life, my likes, my dislikes, my quirkiness-- the whole list. Hope it helps you to know me & my blog a little!
Okay let's begin with the name. You know I have been meaning to start a food blog for quite sometime, but somehow 'the name' was eluding me. I did not want just any name ladden with curry or spices or cooking or Indian or even kitchen for that matter. I wanted a cool & funny name, a name which would stand out in the blog ocean and demand to be read. But 'the name' was nowhere to be found. I did not panic, I did not rush. I let 'the name' be. I knew it would come to me when the time was right.
And it came. During a bus ride, trying to shut out the ruckus created by a bunch of
school children, the name Kitchen Karma suddenly came to me. It popped in from
somewhere, nowhere like an exotic butterfly. I sat up a little straight, excited about the
possibilities. By the time the bus had climbed the hill and dropped off half of
those noisy children, I had
my blog with 'the name'.
Thus born on London bus route W3 between Finsbury Park and Alexandra Palace, Kitchen Karma started it's blog life with gusty
wails recipes. Giving birth to a blog was easy enough, but
helping readers discover it's niche in a cyber world heaving with food blogs a
dime a dozen is difficult indeed. The journey is still on and dear reader,
Kitchen Karma needs you as much now as it needed you when it was a wee born.
You can find a detailed index of all the recipes posted on this blog and Kitchen Karma's Facebook group here.
Each recipe, easy or difficult, quick or lengthy, is always, always accompanied by a story. For we believe that food has a socio cultural context and if you take food out of that context it is no longer as enjoyable. So the recipes are ushered by stories of-- cities; travels to far & near lands; favourite things; loves, old & new; changing seasons; festivals; near & dear ones; cherished memories; events; and sometimes the stories are made up just like the ones your grandma told you during your childhood.My Story:
I am the migratory sort, who makes home away from home. Occassionally in nearby lands, at present time far away. To deal with the loneliness of a migratory life, I create stories. Sometimes in my head, sometimes on the
paper computer. Stories make me hungry, so then I
take refuge in the kitchen and cook up magic. At times I cook the food of my
left behind homeland, other times I cook the food of a place I am yet to visit
and on special occasions I bake cakes. I love it when the smell of baking
envelopes my home and warms my heart. I drink tea, cup after cup. Green tea,
Darjeeling tea, vanilla tea, Indian masala tea. I like reading, page after
page, book after book, non-stop. I stalk my favourite blogs. I also blog at Hold A Thought, Pen It Down.
I am fond of home DIYs and arty projects. I am trying to learn photography, but suck at the technical bits. I like hearing from my readers & making new friends. Drop me a line?
Shoot Me An Email: suchismita.majumdar[at]gmail[dot]com.
My Social Media Haunts:
Facebook Group: Kitchen Karma
Pinterest: Kitchen Karma
Affectionately and sincerely,