A tale of two Granolas
It is the hungriest of times, it is the busiest of times. My son finishes his classes by 2.30 and gets ready for an hour of badminton coaching. (In school itself. Thank God! I don't have to chauffeur him with the bored younger one tagging along.) He needs to pick his school bag, lunch box, change into gym clothes and rush down 2 floors as soon as humanely possible for the sports club. The coaching itself is quite intense, working on his flexibility, speed of response and cardiac fitness in addition to learning the nuances of the game. It leaves his exhausted and hungry. Though he never admits to either. he thinks hunger and exhaustion is experienced by sissies and weaklings. Like me. It behooves upon me to give him something healthy, preferably high in calories to keep him content and the contrary devil in him asleep. You know the one I am talking about. The one which makes you argue over the silliest things and needle your youn...