I found the wife amiably sipping tea she had made herself and the daughter spreading pancakes. When she stays over at her grandparents’ every Friday, her morning routine—my mother reports—is to make her own pancakes. Now, my mother gets some peace, as the granddaughter gets the maida (refined flour), cracks the eggs, adds the sugar and makes the batter herself. The real surprise to my bleary self was that she was not producing her usual, unhealthy butter-sugar-maida-laden pancakes. There was no maida, only a teaspoon of oil for five pancakes and a flat teaspoon of sugar.
Source: Mint May 25, 2019 05:37 UTC