Sunday, 26 August 2012

The Eccentric Baker is Born - Let's Raise our Cup of Cinnamon Clove Tea!

As always, he had to abandon me at the time I needed him the most. And for what? A very important, secret, (cult-ish*) meeting to attend. That too on the day a giant meteorite strikes the earth (read MIL coming over home)… Hapless and confused, I decide to leave with him anyways and pay a visit to my beloved childhood friend (ok, again sub-text for self-centred, needy, oh-I’m-so-better-than-you sorta friend whom you can never shake off, even if you move cities… countries… planets… galaxies… you get my drift). A 20 minute cab drive and a lecture on “how it is absolutely abominable and contemptible it is to have women work and live off your wife’s/daughter’s money” later, I reach the narrow, crowded by-lanes of Mahalaxmi.

I am escorted by my beloved friend and promptly taken upstairs to her 6th floor apartment. She has just moved to town with her husband (whom I’m not particularly fond of…about which I could tell you but that would be digressing… and I NEVER do that, as you would come to know). It’s a nice little apartment she has got all to herself (fine, I’m jealous she gets to live all alone… you know what that means right? C’mon, I can’t spell out everything… there’s something known as discretion after all…) (I’m also jealous of some beautiful china she has got from my most favourite store ever, from where I cannot shop because I have no proper place to keep such beautiful china because even after a year and a half of marriage, the house renovation remains impending… talk about having an efficient husband. Humph!) Some snacks, delicious coffee (I have to give it to her. She makes the best coffee ever) and whining about our respective mothers-in-law later, we decide to take a small trip to the nearby mall.

Some window shopping (things are either too expensive or too tight… literally… fat thighs anyone?) later, we are joined by her husband. It’s almost 9.30 on a Friday night and the two of them are still indulging me because my husband is still too busy chanting hymns, performing rituals, and generally being a part of a secret cult (which he claims is a fraternity) and not answering his phone.

We decide to get some dinner. I feel guilty for not only intruding but also having them treat me to dinner (fyi, it was nothing special or fancy… it didn’t taste very good at all actually). So I offer to buy them dessert at a nice place (trust me, it was a necessity after that meal).

We prance about the mall and finally reach one of the city’s most famous eateries called… (Umm… wait a sec… I’m not sure how I feel about free publicity yet… if someone was to throw me a free meal or something, I could consider…because it would still technically be “free” publicity… if you can work out the link) And lo and behold, my phone rings! It’s my darling husband calling to tell me what an amazing time he had *dancing the chicken dance, wearing crow feathers on his head, wearing a garland made out of egg shells…(ok maybe he didn’t say that…but I’m not sure that that’s not what actually transpired… I would never really know… since it’s a secret cult, I mean “fraternity” and my husband takes his vows very seriously. Except for the ones he took at our marriage. Like keeping me happy and taking me around the world and buying me beautiful jewellery… so what if that’s not what the priest said? That’s just implied! But yes, enough digression!)

Darling husband would be joining us shortly he says. So we take a table for 4 at a booth for 8. I’m assuming the restaurant staff must have assumed it’s going to be a reasonably big order and so were being reasonable accommodating to us. We wait and we wait and we wait and finally darling husband turns up. Just a little over 40 mins after we spoke… (I was not mad at all… I perfectly understood… That’s just the sort of wife I am after all…) Trying to be at his usual charming best, he starts cracking jokes and has us all (at least me) laughing. We place our gianormous order comprising of 2 cappuccinos, 1 tea and a chocolate mud cake.

Now you would think that I would gush and fawn over how delicious the chocolate cake was, in case you are gullible enough to fall for my name and believe I’m going to write about cookies and cakes and all the things you bake… but don’t forget the prefix to the word “baker”. Eccentric.

The cake was not much too my liking. A little too bitter, if you ask me, but everyone else loved it.

What really had me transported to this world of absolute bliss was the divine Cinnamon and Clove Tea. Just a whiff of it and I was in heaven. (Lucky enough, they serve it in a tea pot so you get two cups…hehahaha… What? It’s recession!) That was easily the best tea I have ever had. Can easily gulp down innumerable cups of it (bladder permitting. Ok fine, I’m gross too) with some lovely cherry crumble or apple cake (that is not the only mention that cakes are going to get in this blog. Promise.)

With the heavy downpour outside, and the hoarse throat inside (I have a bad cold. And a bad sense of humour. Completely unrelated but totally relevant things to share) darling husband and I decide to recreate the magic. Of the Tea. The beautiful Cinnamon and Clove Tea. (what did you think? I mean seriously, get your mind out of the gutter). And since I’m busy writing my first ever blog post (yay!!!)  my darling husband, despite the multiple warts on his feet which make it difficult for him to walk
 (we used to think they were corns earlier and refer to them as cornfields…ha…ok, maybe funny only for us), very sweetly makes some aforementioned tea
for us (with the help of my instructions of course).

Did it turn out to be as good as the one we had at…?(you thought I would trip, didn’t you ;) )

Well, with my cold, there’s no way of knowing. I can’t smell a porcupine’s spray for heaven’s sake. But it did feel nice and soothing to my inflamed throat. And it does sort of comes very close to the best cup of tea I’ve ever had only because darling husband made it being in the condition that he is… Men do redeem themselves sometimes :)

If you care enough for the recipe, we used 1 and a half cups of water, one clove, a pinch of cinnamon and a teaspoon of Assam tea. I believe Darjeeling tea might be a better option but we used what we had. Just boil the clove and cinnamon in the water for about a minute or two and then add the tea. You don’t want the tea to overpower the flavours and aromas of the cinnamon and the clove so don’t brew for too long. We enjoyed it without sugar but feel free to add some if that’s not your cup of tea ;)



  1. Very funny and wonderful tea.......looking forward to many more recipes and adventures....eccentric...ones...

    -Mr. XXX

  2. I think the MIL issue is universal! Was fun reading your post, looking forward to more eccentric recipes. Got to know about your blog through this list of popular women bloggers!


    1. Dear Mr. XXX (or Vin Diesel in disguise?) & Samantha

      Thank you so much for your kind words and glad to know you enjoyed reading the post :)

      Strange how my blog would turn up on the list of popular women bloggers considering it's just a day old! (If there was any rigging or bribing involved, please know that I had nothing to do with it...)

      Hope you enjoy the future posts too & please feel free to share your own anecdotes or recipes, if you want!

      Take care & God bless!

    2. EB, am not sure how your blog ended up there! Maybe it just got picked up by someone who loves cinnamon-clove tea. Hope to read more soon and am sure it will be a wonderful blog.


  3. Are you someone who works at Random House India? You sound very much like someone I know there,any particular blend of tea that needs to be used for your recipie?

  4. Hi Gustav,

    You can use any blend of tea that you like but a light blend would work best in my opinion.

    Hope you tried and enjoyed your cup of cinnamon clove tea!

    Take care!