food for my ramblings

It has been a long time since I blogged; busy attending a few chores at home but mostly I was too lazy to put my bum at one place and write something meaningful. I have always wondered how authors keep on writing volumes after volumes. I guess, it comes naturally to them. Now! look at me. What's the title of my blog ? 'My daily ramblings'. What a shame ! I don't event blog once a week(though I ramble everyday).
When I set out to write this blog, I wasn't sure of what I was going to write about. But that is all good, considering that my blogs' titled 'Ramblings'. I ramble and ramble and because you have nothing else to do you go on reading this rambling.
Since, this is my first blog after returning home, let me ramble on one great bliss that you can enjoy only at home - yes! you guessed it right, It's Food. Hostel food is good but it was never enjoyable not even the special dinner on diwali eve. If I recall correctly, Tuesday dinner was always a torture - with lemon rice and paneer bhurji(hope no one's offended), also Saturdays and Sundays dosas' could be a trying period(with long queues that takes about an hour or so) and so on and so forth.
To give you a look of my idea of delicacies, follow this link and this as well. May be, we could try one of these in lieu of Tuesday's dinner, what say ? Here, you must forgive me for being a regionalist, and I will forgive you too if you tell me that your region's food is delicious in comments below. Please, do comment if you feel like adding anything. Also, I would like to draw your attention here that not only do these dishes but even the simple rice and dal made by my mother is yummyeeee.... don't you feel the same ?
Last week, I went to my native village. There with the plethora of genuine Assamese cuisines and organically farmed vegetables, it was like a foodie's heaven. Personally, I believe, the smell of burnt wood from the Jui-haals increases my appetite(ya, I know it sounds crazy). Throw to the party the festival of new crop, the no-khuwas, and you start getting mad. The weather's getting colder but my hands are warm in anticipation, let the winter come, let the magha come and let the bihu come....I am waiting for you bihu, for I am still hungry.....