Sugar Free Dessert Challenge – Strawberry Soufflé


It was one of those gobsmacking moments when I tried to make Strawberry Soufflé without the ramekins and it turned out perfectly well. I thought I’d share it with you guys as a part of this awesome Sugar Free Dessert Challenge. This was a surprise for my mom when she had come over to my place during the summer. She told me she loved it and I knew that I had done a pretty decent job. So, yay me! Here is the recipe of Strawberry Soufflé…


  1. Eggs – 2 (Separate the yolks from the whites)
  2. Strawberry Compote – 1 cup
  3. Fresh Cream – 1 cup
  4. Corn Flour – 2 tbsps.
  5. Sugarfree Natura – 1 cup
  6. Butter – For greasing the ramekins


Step 1

  • Take a mixing bowl and pop in the yolks, fresh cream and strawberry compote. Whisk it thoroughly.
  • Add corn flour and resume beating the mixture for a while.

Step 2

  • Whisk the eggs whites in a separate mixing bowl. Add in the Sugarfree Natura and continue to beat the mix until it forms stiff peaks.
  • Gently fold the strawberry blend into the egg whites until they are entirely incorporated.
  • Grease the ramekins with a little bit of butter and Sugarfree Natura. You can add some Sugarfree Natura into the first ramekin and transfer them onto the following ones as you grease them.

Step 3

  • Pre-heat the oven for about 180 degrees in Celsius for 10 minutes.
  • Place the mould-filled ramekins on a baking tray and slither it into the oven for 10 minutes.
  • After taking it out of the oven. Using a sieve, tap the Sugarfree Natura onto the souffles to garnish them and place freshly cut strawberries as well.
  • Serve it hot or chilled according to your preference.


Sugar Free Dessert Challenge

This post is a part of the Sugar Free Dessert Challenge




My 3 favourite words and why! (#15 W.O.W)

“He liked the mere act of reading, the magic of turning scratches on a page into words inside his head.”
― John Green

The fascinating thing about words is that they can make you feel things that do not necessarily have to be the meaning of the word itself. That is the magic isn’t it, sometimes, you won’t even realise what you have written on the paper until you see how they are a perfect fit. It is a spark of revelation lighting up your brain like a Christmas tree. The impact it creates, exploding like a thousand volcanoes, constructing themselves into a senseless yet meaningful poem.

Sometimes, when you repetitively say a word over and over in your head, you forget the meaning of the word and you start to doubt the actual pronunciation of it. You might keep fumbling over it by pronouncing the word in different ways. Is it just me or does it happen to a lot of people?
A friend of mine is obsessed with the way “words are married to one another”, she says they sound like beautiful bard even though she could very well achieve it one paper. The trick is to get it right when you say the words out loud and write them down as well. That is the beauty of words, really, use them right and people stare at you in awe, but mess up one and it stirs up a giggle.

So, I am going to tell you three stories in relation to the three words that have influenced my life and how I feel about them.


When I was in the ninth grade, I was forced into a public speaking competition. It was the “Just a Minute (JAM)” speech competition, where you have to improvise a speech in just under a minute as stated earlier. It was the first time I had to face a huge audience and like every other participant; I was having one of those ‘stage fright’ moments. The topic given to me was ‘What would you do if you were the President of India for a day’. My entire body froze, my hands were clammy and my eyes fogged up. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t think or breathe. Humiliation was the word that cluttered my head, and boy, did I feel it surging through my veins multiplied into infinity.

My love for the word grew after that debacle; it reminded me where I had started from. It reminds me of my failure so that I could go forth and overcome my fear of public speaking. It reminds me that I am human and it is okay to lose.


I might have come across this word a million times in many books. But, the laziness got to me when I wanted to search for the meaning of the word. When it really left a mark though, oh yeah, it was when I watched that god-awful Bollywood remake of Pride and Prejudice. They named it Bride and Prejudice, seriously? Obviously, I have admitted that I had a moment of weakness by watching this ludicrous movie. That is the beauty of this memory though. How one of Aishwarya’s stupid dialogues led me to look up the meaning of this word. It branded this word into my brain forever thanks to those losers.
My only saving grace in all of this embarrassing confession is that I didn’t pay attention to their nonsense and was benefitted from a literary lesson. Yay!


Do you ever have one of those moments where you just go back to a show that you had discontinued previously because you have already caught up with your top prioritized ones?

Yeah, in my case, it was Castle. I had paused at season five and I couldn’t move forth because of Beckett and Castle’s sugar rush romance. I needed a timeout.


I am all caught up now and I came across a scene where they play scrabble. Beckett scores a hundred and fifty points using all the bonuses with the word quixotic. That is kind of stuck in my head and I love the word.

And that, my friends, was how they became my favourite words.


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

When hatred inspires – #madeofgreat

#madeofgreat, there is more to the phrase than the line-up of these unfathomable words. Greatness can be interpreted in many ways. Even a villain can be considered as great despite the evil that flows through his veins. What is its true equivalent? I don’t think anyone can narrow it down to just one definition.

I cannot seem to choose between the special people who’ve influenced my life from both the fictional world and reality. But there is this one person who instigated in giving birth to the writer in me. I don’t want to name this guy for obvious reasons because he is not really my favorite person in the world.

It all started in the month of Ramadan, I was invited to an Iftaar party at my grandmother’s place and so was he. Let’s just say that he might be pretty closely related to me. I was dedicatedly laying out the table with scrumptious treats that my beloved gran had cooked up, all the while controlling myself because of the fasting. And there he was, crossing his legs one on top of another, judging everyone. Maybe it was in my head, but I could not tell. He was amazing at what he did and that was what made him so cocky.

He was one of the most successful businessmen in Dubai and I was all too aware of his tendency to demean others. The man is a maniac when it comes to profit maximization. I have high regard for where his motivation comes from, his family. I know it is the most obvious scenario, but who doesn’t love their family despite the occasional war-zone situations. But mostly, I think it has to do with his childhood. He was provided with the grandest education and he mostly grasped English from watching the news and reading tons of books. We might have something in common after all.

It is a typical rags to riches case with him and it is easier said than done. He works his rear off for his three sons and his gorgeous, ever-youthful wife. This part of his life is what drives him, probably made him stronger and fierce. I know for a fact that he would stop at nothing to provide the crème de la crème of practically everything for his family. The glitch lies in his ‘iron-fist’ reign though; I guess everything has a price.

I stayed as far away from him as possible. Does that make me a coward? Yes, but I don’t care, because I don’t want to become his scapegoat in public! He loved to pick on me because I am a little over-weight and hence the dodging. The hatred was passionate, really, it shocked me that I could hate someone that much.

The interaction began when I started to borrow books from his wife’s personal library, not that I had a choice because she had an exquisite collection! It did not take a genius to connect the dots to figure out that I was a book geek. He knew that I was fanatic about books and I would even consider buttering up his wife, just to read; now that spoke volumes.
Let’s go back to that party where his exasperating presence irked me. I ran into his rock like chest when I was about to exit the room, unintentionally. He smiled his stupid smile and said, “I hear you have been hogging my wife’s library.”

“She is very kind to let me use it extensively. Thank you very much.” I replied, not looking at his face directly.
“Do you ever think about writing, though? Most ardent readers turn out to be excellent writers. I think you can work wonders with a pen.” He beamed at me and I responded with a gaping mouth and a pair protruding eyeballs.

The irony was in his words, really. His staggering confidence alarmed me. He made me believe that I could excel in writing. At first, I thought it was one of his snarky comments, but turns out it was genuine!

Now, why is this hated man suddenly #madeofgreat in my books? I’ll tell you why, because I owe him my life or at least a part of it. His words stoked the fire in me, made me who I am today. Not that I am an over-achieving writer or whatever, but his prodding worked! I found out who I really want to be or where I should cash in my chips for the future. Writing poetry, short-stories or blogging random rantings makes me happy and I am doing what I love, that has to account for something. I am still working towards perfecting my pieces, but hey, how do we measure the saturation of perfection?


This post is a part of the Tata Motors #madeofgreat contest in association with IndiBlogger :

Drool away, mommy is here

Providing protection and parenting are synonymous or should I say symbiotic? It is forged as a bond, a sworn oath you will never break until you draw your last breath. The skin of a baby is so fragile and satiny that it needs to be warded against, well, a lot of things. I might be exaggerating their skin is really susceptible to things you might have not even heard of. Or it might just be the everyday stuff that our evolved bodies can cope with but not their tiny ones.

It is imperative to keep track of the phase your baby is in, in order to provide the required protection. The phases indicates the essentials and believe me, they are not going be subtle about it. I make lists for anything and everything, and when it comes to my baby, I freak out making more lists and they might also have sub-lists. I am sure all you new momma bears face the same situation, especially when it concerns your little munchkin, you don’t want to venture into unknown territories without being armed, be it information or supplies.

There are a bunch of things that’s swimming in my head and I am going to write down things that I personally prefer to do to keep my precious little chubby-tubby’s skin safe.

1.Breast-milk & Breast-feeding

 Breast milk and breast-feeding resemble a sword and a shield. They go hand in hand to protect your baby. It is nature’s predominant gift that is a one stop solution to everything. The doctors and midwives have always advised us to breast-feed for as long as possible. You can always breast-feed your baby when she is violently crying or sensing a tummy ache. It is also wise to rub the breast-milk on the dry parts of your baby’s face, it is a natural moisturizer. Breast-feeding makes your baby aware of being guarded, loved and cherished, especially new-borns sense this, the moment they are fondled to the bosom, they know that they are safe and secure, it is a defense mechanism.











2. Rapeseed Baby Oil

It is the god of all moisturizers. Honestly, nothing makes the skin softer than a good old full body massage. My baby loves it when I massage her with rapeseed baby oil from her head to toe, I think she secretly likes the fact that I am dead keen on pleasing her and she rewards me with her toothless grins. There is a little trick I learnt from a pediatrician that I would like to share with you guys. If you think that your baby is suffering from a stomach ache, you could always rub the oil mimicking the direction of a rainbow, first from your left to right for about six times, then gently lift up her legs until her knees come in contact with the tummy area for about a few seconds. Repeat the same from your right to left side for six times again. They are called the sun and moon positions and to be patient for this trick to work.


3.Moisturizing lotions and Nappy rash creams

They play a very important role in keeping the baby’s skin from exacerbating because of their vulnerability. Keep in mind that you always use nappy rash creams over the genital area before wrapping your baby in a diaper or a cloth diaper as some people prefer to do so. But if you do emphasize on using a cloth diaper, make sure you choose the cotton material for its softness. It prevents nasty rashes and reddening which might cause skin irritation and make her cry her eyes out. Ensure that you change her diapers every 4-5 hours to avoid getting her skin wet, which might cause severe infections. You will find her to relax and giggle as you do so because nothing speaks volumes like a nice clean diaper! During winter, it is crucial to not allow her skin to dry out as it might get cracked and cause a burning sensation. Lotions are your answer. Apply them on your baby’s skin unceasingly, for guarding that tender barrier.











4.Warm Baths

New-borns may only need a bath twice or thrice a week because of their delicate skin. Don’t push them into a tub every day for some babies might not adapt to the texture of water as fast as you want them to. But once they become a few months old, you will find them to love baths as they waddle their way to having a ball. Always check the temperature of the water and keep it from 36 degrees to 38 degrees in Celsius while you give them a bath. You can ensure the heat by dipping your elbow into the tub. Sponge baths are also a joyous adventure for the little ones as you don’t have to trouble them by moving them too much.


5.Soft toys and Pillow forts

Nothing is forbidden when you want to keep your little sunshine safe, like surrounding her in a bed of soft toys. It is harmless against the skin as it cannot hurt them even if it falls on them from a certain height. It is clean and BPA free too. Teethers are advisable once the baby is over three months old and make sure you select the flexible ones, they love those kind. Always buy age appropriate toys for your baby, or keep away your older child’s toys away from them, as they tend to grab things and the first place it goes into is evidently the mouth!

Pillow forts are a fun way to keep your baby from turning around and knocking stuff out, at least until they are 4-5 months old. But keep the level of the fort to about two pillows, because they might not know how to push them away in case it falls over them which is suffocating. Always keep an eye on her if she is perched on the bed despite the pillow fort.


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#8 Poetry 101 Rehab : Missing

A few months passed
I lost my sleep,
I could not get words
Onto paper,
I could not write anymore
Or was it just in my head?
I could not feel
The words in my brain,
A part of me was missing,
The writer in me,
Was missing…

This week’s Poetry 101 Rehab’s prompt is : Missing. I haven’t written anything in the past month and my brain feels so naked right now. I had to push myself over the edge to come up with something and I was determined to get something on my blog. I have hid under the covers too long. But I had my reasons, or should I say reason! With my six-month-old on the loose, I had to find time between changing diapers and feeding her. Hope you guys don’t find me to be a lost case.


This post is a part of Mara Eastern’s (Now hosted by Andy Townend) Poetry 101 Rehab.