Pancakes :D

Yum. Just...yum. :P

Yum. Just…yum. 😛

Eggs, flour and some more things

Spread as batter across the pan

Flipped up and down till golden brown

Best made by ma, pa or gran.

A perfect, soft and silky dish

It must be undoubtedly round

From the platter, when in falls on the plate

With that floppy, patting sound.

Now unless you like yours salty,

Just wait a little bit more,

First dab on that maple syrup

Then gobble hot! Taste buds: explore.


Mr Popo Tries To Cook

Hey Guys! Today we have another Popo Poem! Dont know what that is? Well, Mr Popo is a regular character on my blog. He is always up to ridiculous things and his trusty wife Mrs Pipi has to help him out of them 😀 Click on the links below to see a few other post about him:


Today’s poem is about Mr Popo trying to cook! Without further ado, here it is:

mr popo tries to cook



Mr Popo, short and fat

Is back with us again

Again making a ginormous fuss

That cycle shall repeat again.


This time, our dear fussy man

Had seemed to attach a hook

To a habit- quite disastrous

Of wanting to learn to cook!


His Mrs Pipi just sighed

She was used to his little ways

Of wanting to do thinks so bizarre

They mostly didn’t last for two days.


Just when this funny little man

Proposed this cooking idea to her

She knew all the things she would

Have to clean and fix and stir.


Mrs Pipi knew much better

Than to just uselessly interfere

But leave her hubby alone to mess up

The dirt she would later clear.


Now meanwhile, near the stove,

Was Mr Popo, sneezing and crying

He breathed pepper chopping onions

Soon, he was quite done trying.


But he wanted to impress his wife

So he quickly call up a food shop

Asked for noodles home delivery

So the deliver came in a hop.


When it was finally suppertime

They sat together to eat-

But ah, there was a catch-

That it was takeout, he didn’t admit!


He passed it off as his own,

And Mrs Pipi was so impressed!

But in the middle of Popo’s gloating,

A problem suddenly pressed.


Mrs Pipi noticed capsicum in the meal

But she knew there were none at home

She inquired Mr Popo about it

An uneasiness began to roam.


Than he had to explain how

He hadn’t actually made it

He just got it to impress Pipi:

It came out bit by bit.


Ready for a disappointed wife.

He bowed his head in shame

But then he saw Pipi smiling

For she loved him all the same!


“Oh Popo! You are too funny!

That was silly, yes thats true.

But the fact you wanted to just impress me

Just makes me really love you!”


So the day ended with the short

And funny couple laughing about it

The stars bright and shining

The moon whitely brightly lit.

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Paddy-Paw and the Tale of the Turtle

Hello friends! Hope you like this little story of Paddy-Paw’s silly antics, and how he is out-smarted yet again by a smart little turtle. ENJOY! 😀

paddy paw blog piuc AND TURTLE….blog turtle

Paddy-Paw was a child jaguar. He was a bit silly. He was also a bit of a glutton, and so his mother gave him some instructions so that Paddy-Paw’s tummy could be satisfied when it was not.
“Paddy-Paw, Paddy-Paw, now you listen to me
Keep your eyes and ears open so you can hear and see.”
And so Paddy-Paw listened and opened his ears and eyes.
“Now, Paddy-Paw, you are a lovely little child, and I don’t want you to be hungry. So I am telling you how to satisfy that tummy of yours. First, whenever you see a prey, don’t let the prey see you. When he does, talk to him, softly, and be nice to him. If there is anything you can do to make him tastier, do it. When you feel it is the time, eat him,” she said knowledgably. “I am going away for a few days, so you have to get your own food. Be well!” and she cuddled him and went away.
Paddy-Paw was having mixed signals. He felt very responsible but also a bit scared. He had never caught his own food before! But he wanted to make his mummy happy, silly though he was, and so he gave it a try. He didn’t want to go up and look for some animal, though. But he needn’t have worried- opportunity came knocking on his door- literally!
He heard a knock on his door, and realised it was snowing quite heavily. Then he saw a little turtle who was shivering. Remembering his mother’s words, he quickly hid behind.
The turtle raised his eyebrows. He was very intelligent, and thought it was pointless for Paddy-Paw to hide when he had clearly seen him. “I saw you,” said the turtle. Paddy-Paw foolishly jumped back.
“Oh, did you?” he asked, his voice dripping with sweetness. Probably realising who stupid he sounded, he spoke a bit normally after that. “What’s wrong, my friend?”
“The weather, it is horrible! Please let me in for shelter! I’ll probably die with cold,” replied the turtle ruefully.
Paddy-Paw was about to say no, but remembered in time he was supposed to be kind. He agreed.
As soon as the turtle was in, he locked the door. He said evilly to the turtle “YOU ARE CAUGHT!” The turtle was horrified. But his wits came to his rescue. “Oh, you clever soul! But please let me stay for three days, so you can feed me and fatten me up before you eat me!”
This seemed like quite a good plan to Paddy-Paw. He glared at the Turtle. “Okay. But only three days, mind you! On the fourth day I shall gobble you up.”
The next three days the turtle received beautiful treatment. When the turtle had given Paddy-Paw the idea of fattening him up, Paddy-Paw did! He gave him the most delicious things to eat. The turtle enjoyed them thoroughly and kept asking for more, giving the excuse that he wanted Paddy-Paw to feel happier when he ate him!
Both the turtle and the jaguar waited excitedly for the fourth day of the turtle’s visit. As soon as the turtle woke up, the jaguar confronted him. “YOU’RE DINNER!” he cried.
The turtle instantly jumped up. “Yes, Jaguar sir,” he said respectfully. “But as for you to enjoy me, I must go have a bath, for who likes to eat a mouldy-smelling turtle?” Paddy-Paw agreed, and showed him the way to the bathroom. But the turtle shook his head. “To make myself taste really good, I must bathe in the Pure River first, which is in front of your house. Please, may I go there?”
Paddy-Paw remembered that his mother told him to make his prey as tasty as possible, so he gave the Turtle permission to bathe in the Pure River. As the jaguar didn’t like to swim, he didn’t accompany him. And so the turtle vanished into the depths of the river and Paddy-Paw waited, and waited, and waited. It wasn’t long before he realised the trick played on him and he realised his folly.
“Oh, I lost my dinner because of my stupidity,” he said, clutching at his fur. “I’ll never be silly again!”
Poor old Paddy-Paw! I doubt he will ever lose his silliness, though!
the end


Banana, as we all know, is a fruit with yellow peel and white inner, which some people find tasty and others not. Today, I tell you the story of how some of this lovely fruit came to use…
There was a poor but nice family who lived under the rule of King Ode, who was very nice. He often when to random houses in his country to see how they got on. One day, that poor family heard a rumour that the king was coming to their home! Now, the situation was bad. There was only one thing that the poor family had which was fit for a guest to eat- and that was their bananas! However, that did not help the situation as what kind of sense would it make to serve a banana to the king?
The mother, Mrs Lal, cried to her son, “beta, please go and check if there are any bananas which are nice in the kitchen? Do be quick!” so off rushed her son.
He came back. “Ma, we don’t have anything except bananas. Surely we cannot feed a banana to the raja?”
“No, we can’t, beta.” She said, worried.
The father, Mr Lal, had a suggestion. “Let me experiment, please. I will try and make something with the banana,” he said. The others agreed, ready to try anything at the moment. After all, who could blame them? The raja was coming!
They heard a whole lot of sizzling and frying in the kitchen. Mr Lal smashed the bananas to pulp, added some flour and sugar to it and mixed it up. Once the batter hardened, he made little balls out of it and cooked them.
Mr Lal just put the things on a plate and covered it, but before the rest of the family could see, the great, the majestic, the royal, raja Ode arrived!
He was welcomed inside the small house. He was very kind and talked to the family more or less like equals. Finally, Mr Lal said to the raja “Raja, please accept the family special: Bangali Kola Boda! The cover was taken off, to reveal some strange looking food:
It was brown and small, like a mini pakoda. They let the king eat, hopeful looks on their faces. The kind looked at it. “Is this some sort of new dish? I have never seen it before!” The family nervously nodded. And slowly watched the king put it into his mouth and… WOW! These were the king’s words. He loved them! The Lals nearly cried with relief. They ate it themselves, and were marvelled at the lovely taste!
And ever since then, it is a Bengali tradition to make them. And now we know the wonderful story of the even more wonderful food:

KOLA BODA! :mrgreen:
Hey guys! I hope you enjoyed this story of the Kola Bodas. I wrote it last year and wanted to share it with you guys. 😀





The wintery spring has glided away and the warm days of summer slowly march forward here in India. Yes! Summer has just started and started putting all sorts of pleasant summer thoughts in our mind. Shining stars, running around, welcoming the birds, and gorging on the yummy fruits of the warm season!
In a couple of weeks the markets will be in rage for all kinds of juicy luscious Indian mangoes, and so I wrote a kind of funny-ish poem about them- from the view point of the fruit itself!
So let’s welcome the narrative from Mr. Mango: ……

I am a little mango
fleshy and yellow
I am the most tasty
fruity little fellow.
I have a very big heart
that you see when eating me
Don’t thank me (or your tongue)
Thank the seed of the mango tree.
I may be quite tiny
But to taste buds I am kind
Of me there are many
All are easy to find.
If you’re sweet in your heart
To all people you meet
I’ll be yummy in your tongue
Either tangy or sweet.
I’m also strong because
When you peel of my skin
I don’t get at all hurt
Though it’s pretty thin.
Once peeling me is over
I very happily reveal
My yummy and pleasurable
Fruitful breakfast meal!
Then pass five minutes
Your mouth filled with joy
The juicy, fleshy layer of fruit
You shout out: “Oh Boy!”
You know the juice dribbles
Down upon your chin
But I am so delicious
That just isn’t a sin.
And when that done
All remains is the seed
I’ll then live your tummy
Having done a tasty deed.
But that little left seed
Can be planted with care great
And once more a tree will pop on up
For me to be in your breakfast plate!

Ewww… Gross Food Facts

Ever think you were good at gross stuff? Well, lets see if you are any match for these….

DID YOU KNOW? In Boudin, an expensive wedding feast would probably be camel, stuffed with sheep, stuffed with chickens, stuffed with fish. :p

The original recipie of baked beans include bear fat and maple syrup. 😯 .

In Indonesia, deep fried monkey toes are eaten by sucking the meat straight of the bone. Ew.

In Sweden and Norway, roast reindeer is a national dish.

Orungutan lips used to be a delicacy in Ancient Vietnam. Ugh.

Soft ice-cream of the type sold in ice cream vans is given it’s slithery smoothness by seaweed extract.

In France, calf eyes are soaked in water, boiled and finally deep fried in breadcrumbs.

Ewww– I nearly puked when I heard these. But yet hungry for more? (The facts, not the food mentioned) Look for the book named 1001 horrible facts by Anne Rooney. If you cant find it, post to me on this article or on the Talk Page. But I doubt it- these facts are TOTALLY GROOOOOOSSSS!!!

When I Used To Have Pie For Dinner


When I used to have pie for dinner

I used to finish first

I’d eat so much of it

That I’d think I’d easily burst

Every sort of pie was made at home

And I’d gobble it all down,

That I’d become so fat and heavy

That I’d no longer fit in my gown

Apple pie, blueberry pie,

Straw berry pie and more,

I’d become so huge and fat

That I’d not be able to squeeze out the door

But suddenly we were out of flour,

So that meant no more pies

So we can’t complain about the food we now eat

Or we’ll have to survive without food otherwise.