Monthly Archives: June 2014

Are you being served?

Beautifully simmering baby potatoes in a rich red gravy! 

Cauliflower Florets , spiced, tempered and lightly roasted!

Tender ladyfingers, with onions and mustard seeds!!

These are a few of my favourite things!

My memories, like most foodies , revolves around mealtimes. My Mom, a brilliant cook, would dish out her creations, beautifully aromatic and serve them in these lovely glass bowls. 

each gravy had its bowl, almost as if the food would not taste as good without its partner in crime, the container it was served in.

Cauliflower Au gratin would be in the rectangular flat bowl, palak paneer would be a deep dish, raita would have their own tiny bowls, Bhindi do pyaza – the curved bowl. It was a treat for the senses, all of them, smell, sight and taste. 

What I remember, most vividly , is the happiness that would radiate around the table, when dinner would be served. Dinner was always a full family affair. Call us lucky , we were born during an era when the Idiot box ( and it was a box at that time) did not have enough strength to compete with family bonds. Dad, Mom, GrandPa , Grandma, Sister and me, would gather around the table, talking about the day, about school, about tests, about anything under the sun. 

Grandpa would be the fastest of the block, ending the meal quickly , a no nonsense eater, followed by the grandma. 

Dad has his quirky eating habits . I beleive his taste buds is probably the most evolved in our family. His meal would include classics like curd rice and mixture, dosa and manga kootan ( a sweet and savoury mango gravy that is generally mixed with rice) and god knows what else. 

Mom loves her pickle and rice, or gravy and rice, she would be the last to finish enjoying every last morsel, and more importantly because she had to amass all the gossip around the table while eating and serving. 

My sis loves her rasam, she would drink it up by the tons. Invariably the brat would demand to be fed by grandma who would lovingly oblige. 

Some of the happiest times were around this dinner table. Where we knew, however sad and tired we came , we would leave the table fullfilled , literally, with tasty lovely food . 

Simple times made special with a lot of love and some real special food by ammash!!

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