A Colourful Tiffin, A Happier Heart

My daughter studies at Kidzee, Sayajipura, Vadodara, and one thing I truly appreciate about her school is the emphasis on healthy food. Over time, she has naturally adapted to Gujarati meals, and as a mother, that makes me incredibly happy.

Once a month, the school celebrates a home feast—a day when children can bring healthy food prepared at home. Every month, I try to make something thoughtful and nourishing. In the past, I’ve packed her kolukattai, paniyaram, poori, and a few other homemade delicacies.

But this January, I wanted to do something different. Something colourful. Something fun.

The night before the home feast, my daughter and I sat together scrolling through YouTube, hunting for cooking inspiration. After watching several videos, we finally decided to try a healthy, vibrant idea inspired by this video:
👉 YouTube inspiration: https://www.youtube.com/watch?app=desktop&v=7kToQQB1jj0

We made purées using spinach, beetroot, and carrot, and used them to prepare the dough. The plan was to recreate a beautiful tri-colour version, just like in the video.

Did it turn out exactly the same?

No.

But instead of getting disappointed, I quickly adapted. I made separate coloured versions, cut them into tiny heart shapes, and packed them neatly in her tiffin box.

And that moment… made everything worth it.

When my daughter opened her tiffin, she was overjoyed. Her eyes lit up at the sight of so many colours, and she enjoyed every bite. More than anything, it felt healthy, homemade, and filled with love.

The result may not have been perfect, but the process was beautiful. We cooked together, laughed together, tried something new, and created a memory that will stay with me far longer than any perfectly plated dish ever could.

Sometimes, it’s not about getting it right.

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