The Year: 1999, October. <br /> I'd just been set up with this handsome Mathematician from Bell Labs and by all accounts hit off wonderfully (set-ups in the South Indian lingo is ALWAYS keeping the long term prognosis , i.e Marriage, in mind). <br /> So here I was like a typical Indian girl, taking the BIG step of inviting the guy home for Lunch. Ringing up a huge bill calling my mother back in India about what I should make. Given my mother's traditional roots, of course she suggested a South Indian Menu, keeping in mind 'HIS' preferences. (once the girl gets hitched, her dietary preferences are tossed into permanent storage, its all about what the Son-in-law (or Son in law to be) likes). & in my true characteristic style, I ignored 1/2 of what she said. <br />I set off to make a jumble of dishes that completely refused to complement each other, one of them being these amazing stuffed baby potatoes (minus the Feta cheese, since I don't believe I'd even tasted it then, leave alone being addicted) slow cooked in a cream sauce. He must have liked the food I cooked, even though he now complains that he lives on 'prototypes' (the 'loving' term he uses for my never ending stream of Panfusine recipe creations, Good, bad & the ugly) and has resigned himself to the fact that our 6 year old son has been converted into a die hard Foodie at such a tender age!

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