This has been a beautiful first month from Feb 18th to Mar 18th 2010.This one month journey through the blog world has been a very exciting and enthusiastic experience.I am very thankful to my family, friends and all the blog-pals for making this journey one of the wonderful and cheerful moments of my life.Last but not the least all the visitors to this blog have encouraged me to keep continuing my experiments with cooking by their continuous visits.
I enjoyed taking part in various blog-events organised by various bloggers..............
The 1st event that I participated and posted my Khatta-Meetha Chana Daal Rasam recipe was in My Legume Love Affair(MLLA#20) the brain-child of Susan which was guest-hosted by Rachel .I was very happy to know that I won the first event I entered.Thank you very much Susan and Rachel.Thanks to Susan and Hurst Beans for the wonderful gifts(soon I will post the pictures).
Gifts from Susan & Hurst Beans
Later I came across many events by fellow bloggers and sent in my entries.Each and everyone of them has been very encouraging.This has been a great start.I really am happy to be a part of this food blogging.I learn a lot from all these bloggers and the variations and varieties of food they experiment and present.I thank Petitchef for browsing through my blog and for considering it.
I will try to keep up with my good food experimenting and update my blog with healthy recipes.Please keep giving me your suggestions and comments everyday so that I can keep improving my cooking.Keep continuing to give your encouragement. Thank you everyone.
On this special occassion I would like to share one my favorite poems by Robert Frost--"Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening".This is how the poem goes.............................
Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
On the surface, this poem is simplicity itself. The speaker is stopping by some woods on a snowy evening. He or she takes in the lovely scene in near-silence, is tempted to stay longer, but acknowledges the pull of obligations and the considerable distance yet to be traveled before he or she can rest for the night.
Happy Blogging Everyone.