A Tribute to Our Roots...

Thali - A Journey Home

I have heard, Thali brings people together

I have no idea, how it changes the household weather

Is it the food? Or is it the plate?

Still it establishes the bond and teaches us the social etiquette

I have heard, Thali brings people together

That is the reason why, food is a mesmerising essence of India

There are many kinds; Vegetarian Marwadi, Gujarati and Non-vegetarian Bohri and Bengali

Different traditions have their own identity which is recognised by their unique Thali

I have heard, Thali brings people together
Right amounts of proteins, fats and carbs coming altogether

Balance diet would have been the prime motive behind it's formation

Rainbow like colours of vermilion, green and yellow in a perfect syncronisation

I have heard, Thali brings people together

My mother says me to have all veggies even though they may taste awful

But there is starch in the form of breads, rotis and rice

Devouring their combinations feels like a paradise in disguise

I have heard, Thali brings people together
The meal may include rice, chapati, dal, vegetables, chutney and curry
I believe, the main idea was to offer all the six flavours of sweet, salt, bitter, sour, astringent and spicy in a single serving
Even for a poor man, satisfaction derived from the Thali makes him feel like a True King

I have heard, Thali brings people together
It's a delight to see the whole family eating and chatting as if it is their last plunder
There may be great Chefs on this planet, but there is only one Thali connoisseur
Even now the Chef of the House is working, she is the one and only, my lovely mother

"If Preaching is bland pasta, then examples are the spices"

"South Indian Thali" from Madurai, a Dravidian Pilgrim in Southern India. For a foodie like me, it was a perfect lunch after the tranquil visit of the Temple.

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My first ever "Poetic Recipe"

The Lazy Way to Swirl

The season was humid, the wind ran fast

The clouds were angry, they conferenced to meet

Ninety percent precipitation was the weather forecast

So I felt the urge to eat, anything oily but sweet

I stepped inside my kitchen, turned on the gas

Placed a heavy pot on the red-blue flame

Heated the sugar and something nice happened

The exquisite aroma dispersed, caramelisation was it's name

I poured a cup of water as the sugar would have burned

A pinch of cardamom to give a nice effect

Whisked the mixture till the caramel dissolved

Gradually it thickened and the sugar syrup turned perfect

In a separate mixing bowl, dumped all my ingredients

I felt I was going right, I was at my best

The yeast, flour, salt, sugar; some soda and water at regular intervals

For fifteen-twenty minutes, the batter had to rest

Meanwhile, I heated the oil at 180 c

Poured the batter in a piping bag with the help of a cup

Swirled my hands, fried the jalebis with my hands moving fast

Finally, the cooked jalebis were dipped in the sugar syrup

The rains were almost over as the Rain God blessed me

My wish came true as he was pleased with me

I served my jalebis with some hot tea

Nuts were garnished which amplified it's beauty

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My encounter with Ms. Mentha.

After a long-long break, I came to my senses which gave me a thirst to write on this page.

My readers, I made a new friend and she is a lady (this line contradicts!).

Let me describe her, even though judging a lady can only be done by a lady. Still I will try my best.

When I met her, I had already lost my sense of perception. I had a fresh aroma down my nostrils, my eyes were addicted to her green beauty. I felt that I really lost all my fatigue and her fresh aura was the 8th wonder I saw in my short span of 1.6 decade.

She beared the name Piperita Mentha. But later she gave me the authority to call her Pepper. It took her a zeptosecond to grasp my humour and I enjoyed watching her laugh. She told me about her ancestral origin and she is the descendent of the Spear and Water Clans from Europe.

Later. Suddenly, I felt my right fingers full of burn scars. It seemed as if I had grabbed a hot-sizzling wok with my fingers. I sustained the pain. My clothes became sweaty and the temperature was too high. There was no hope for a breeze of cool air. I fainted... while she worried for me.

I opened my eyes. I was in my kitchen. The fan was switched off and the exhaust was stuck. I finally realized that it was a short dream because I was holding a knife in my right and a bunch of mint leaves in my left hand. The gas was on and the wok was being heated. Still I had burn scars on my fingers. This was a hallucination, a trickery by my sub-consciousness.

25 minutes later, I ended up with this...

My first ever dish with mint. Szechuan Noodles with lots of veggies. I had used mint while sauteing the veggies as well as in for garnish. This resulted into a new dimension of flavors.