Malai Kulfi / Creamy Indian Pistachio Popsicles
The other day, my preschooler picked up the word ‘humongous’ from Sesame Street’s word of the day and threw it into every possible sentence he could make. He managed to use the word fittingly at most times. Picking up the fat Oxford dictionary he quipped “ Mama, this book is humongous” . Looking up at his dad he admiringly declared “ Papa is humongous”., “I have a humongous thomaph ache” he whined, calling for attention. I was pretty pleased at his newly adopted vocabulary until, he caught me while cleaning up his toys, sprawled on my fours with my rear end jutting right into his face. “ Wow! Mama has a humongous bum ” he exclaimed, sending me fleeing to the bathroom’s full sized mirrors, glutted with self doubt and loath, wondering and checking if it was a pertinent use of his new lexis or was it his inexperience. Like the time he called the ant or his pinkie humongous? Or, was my binge eating finally catching up on me? Nah!! The eternal optimist ...