Every year, I’m asked what I would like to eat on Mother’s day before they decide on eggs and toast. Kids plan with their dad, and they always make a tasty breakfast of Indian eggs with toast. It stops there :). I thoroughly enjoy my morning with some strong Indian filter coffee and the masala eggs. Then I get this: “Mom I don’t know how you’re able to cook so much all the time… It’s so tough.” As cooking is second nature for me at this point, I would be more than happy to enjoy in my kitchen the whole day. Even though I tell them I could, all I get is a big “No.” Afterwards, they tell about reservations for lunch and dinner. Mother’s Day is always fun, a bit of pampering.
Hypothetically speaking, if some one were to cook a nice meal, I’d love these mini pot pies. With this, a beautiful red wine, and a movie on Netflix, I’m all happy. It’s a flower bouquet in puff pastry form. What more could a food lover want? :)…