So I'm down with a stubborn bout of cough and cold just days before leaving for a Honeymoon/ Arts Festival in Penang, Malaysia...yeah! talk about perfect timing. I have hardly had any rest plus this really terrible cough is keeping me as well hubby and the neighbours awake through the night. So when the weekend came I was in bhangra mode till I figured out that it's weekend. And lunch and dinners need to be made....uggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Honestly I was in no mood of cooking but then I remembered what eating outside food meant...oily, full of spices and small portions...the bengali inside me was screaming for some 'Kosha Mangsho and Ruti'... but Ma being miles away in Kolkata, who will make it??? I miss her too much in times like this.... I mean my mother makes the best Kosha Mangsho.... Forget Golbari, which is a heritage institution in Kolkata, specializing in Kosha Mangsho; my mother creates magic in her kitchen. But here I was left to my own means. But life is not...