Suspicious Summer Menu

We are at grandparent’s place and it is summer holidays. Double damaka for volt.

Its been only 2 weeks and she is already bored. Not knowing what to do, she is trying all crazy stuff. Yesterday I saw her sweeping the floor with her hair. ** Pausing for a minute here so that you can imagine the sight **

Her favourite timepass so far is to steal real stuff from kitchen and prepare some really innovative dishes.

For the curious minds, here I am sharing the recipes

Kheer :-

This kheer is unlike any other kheer . You would have never tried this one. Once you know the recipe you would never want to try this one. This kheer is made with very premium quality kitchen tissue. Soak 1-2 tissues (Premium quality is a must, otherwise it won’t dissolve properly ). Close the lid properly and occasionally keep stirring vigorously.

Mask for your face is a must.

Very Questionable Mosambi Juice :-

Take handful of urad dal, mix a glass of water. Do a vigorous stirring. Strain off the water carefully and (the most important part) keep the glass very close to Appa’s real mosambi juice. It was a lucky day for Appa, he narrowly escaped.

Other dishes which are in trial stage for now involve ingredients like groundnut shells, elaichi skin etc. We will share the recipe soon.

We are looking for volunteers who can try and taste these dishes and give their generous feedback. Free life insurance for first 10 volunteers. Hurry!!!

 

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Enga vitten – yes 91 it is

We are learning English. We are learning new words.

Word of the week is Delicious – pronounced as Dell-ish-shiousss

dosai with molaga podi – Dell-ish-shiousss

Idli with rasam – Dell-ish-shiousss

chocolates – Dell-ish-shiousss

icecreams – Dell-ish-shiousss

imaginary food – Dell-ish-shiousss

water – Dell-ish-shiousss

hot water – super Dell-ish-shiousss

so you get it right?

But one day , we heard the word and everyone stopped doing whatever they were doing for a minute…
giphy-downsized-large

because.. …ahem ..

Madam was in the toilet and thought that was the right place to practise her new word !

P.S. Nothing bad happened and we all recovered from shock and things started moving (pun intended)!!

Day 4 -of leaves and flowers

Till I was in school, we used to have a nice garden at home. Lemon, mango , banana,coconut, hibiscus, many rose plants , don’t know their English names flowering plants, jasmine, crotons, tomato, snake guard, snakes pretending to be a plant .So many we had. Garden used to e my study area.

We also had fencing with plants. Which meant you have book in one hand and a stick,stem , leaf or flowers in other. the peace those plants would bring cannot be compared.

Moved to the city and we completely lost that feeling. I tried to grow plants in pots but frequent travel spoiled everything. And believe me you get attached to your plants pretty quick that when you see them dying it hurts bad.

My mother always says that plants are a huge responsibility.

Last month , getting inspired from one of our friends we kick started our gardening project again. 4 pots. Tomato brinjal ladys finger and coriander.

After a week of singing and watering the babies came out. Then I realised that I have made a big mistake. I have planted too many seeds in a pot.

I don know how to shift the saplings without causing damage. Any experts out there, need your help please.

Amma kaanummm*

Ammmaaaa…kaaanummmm  (Lets play hide and seek)

I will close my eyes only for 0.75 seconds and then I will start peeking.OK. Its been too long. Let me find out amma.

Ah! She is not there in that place where she hid last time. Let me check the place where she hid last to last time.Not there too.

This lady will never understand the game..ufff.Lets ask appa where she is.

Appaaaaa..Ammaa kaanummm  😯

Appa gives hint..I see Amma..But let me continue the drama a bit longer..

Paaati.. Ammmaa kaanummmm.. aah aaah  😯  😯  achucho Ammaaa kaanummm

Everyone has to play along. Paati also acts shocked.

OK.Lets end this. Finds amma with a shock on face. Ammmaaaaaaaa..

I win.

Lets play again.

Ammaaaaa Kaaanummmmmmm

*Amma missingggg

Potato podi(powder)

My mother always makes this podi with mor kozhambu. While everyone else mixes mor kozhambu with rice and eats I hog on this podi alone. Hot rice, one spoon ghee mixed with this podi and mor kozhambu as side dish makes me the happiest person on earth.

After marriage I made this podi at home and B too started liking it. When my mom makes it, I ask her to prepare in bulk and I eat it for breakfast,lunch and dinner.Will never get bored of this. I made it last week. Unfortunately I don’t have any pics. You know me..how food goes from stove to stomach..so photo/video and all never crosses my mind.

I will share the recipe, try it once.

1.Boil one medium sized potato in pressure cooker, peel the skin and mash it.It is ok to have small lumps that makes it even more tastier.

2. Take one tsp oil, add 4-5 tbsp of toor dal and 3-4 chillies (add more according to your spice level), add a pinch of asafoetida powder, roast till the dal turns golden.

3. Shift the contents to a plate immediately so that they don’t burn. Once it cools down ,add salt and grind it into a coarse powder.

4. Now mix the mashed potato with the above podi.

5. Take hot rice, add one spoon of ghee, add some podi mix it and eat it with papad.Yummmm. Mor kozhambu is the best jodi for this.

The beauty of this dish is even if the potato qty is too much or too less it will still taste good . If potato is too much you can always make the above powder in 2 mins and add it.

I want volt to

Look at the stars and the moon and to show off that the moon always follows her #notTheStickersOntheCeiling

Tell me what images she sees on the moon..whether it is a Kozhi (hen) or a paati sutting vadai

Tell me what shapes she sees in the clouds

Pluck the flowers from the garden and count the number of petals, tear them, squeeze them and throw them on someone’s head #notTheDoNotPluckTheFlowersGarden

Cook a lunch for me with those flowers,leaves,sticks and wild fruits picked from the garden #notToWatchMasterChefUS

Smell the first drop of rain

Jump on the puddle after heavy rain and enjoy it #notToWorryAboutGermsOpenDrainageSpit

Spot the crows,parrots,cuckoo on the trees and show them to me #notThePigeon

Imitate a dog/sheep/crow/hen/cow as  bowwow/mehh/kaakaa/kokrokoko/maa #notWoofwookCock-a-doodle-dooMoooo

Feel that enjoying all these is not a vacation thing but what a normal day feels like !!

P.S. I wanted to show her a flower and took her to the garden.There was a beautiful white flower . Twice I tried to show her that but she kept looking at something else. Third time when I tried she took one look at it,grabbed,plucked, squeezed the flower and threw it away and continued with her work 😀

Appa

I was 14 and had been to my mama’s place. When I saw him hugging his daughter who was almost of my age and laughing loud and my aunt shouting from kitchen that he is giving his daughter too much chellam but her voice was never heard as their laughter was so loud, I was just standing in a corner and missing you.
I was only 15 when I had to ask help from my uncle as one idiot kept following me everyday to my school. My eyes were blinded with tears on that day not because of that idiot , but because it was so embarrassing for me to explain it to my uncle. If it had been you, it would have been much easier and you would have comforted me then and there. I missed you that day.
Every Christmas I buy a plum cake and enjoy it so much. It was you who introduced Christmas and cake to me. When I was 12 we planned to decorate the Christmas look alike tree at our house . But then you just left suddenly and when I told the relatives about the decoration idea , I was just frowned upon. I missed you that day.
When I got three centums in my 12 th board exam I missed you.
We had an auto when I was small and till date every time I board an auto and sit with style ,relatives immediately say that I am so comfortable in auto because I am an auto owner’s daughter whatever that means but I miss you when they say that.
I missed you when I had to fill my first application all by myself, I missed you when I had to go to the bank for the first time, I missed you when I joined a prestigious college, I missed you when I joined work, I missed you when I had to find a place to live in a brand new city without any help, I missed you when I got my first salary, I missed you when I cooked for the first time, I missed you when I had to introduce B to our relatives, I missed you during my wedding.
I wanted you to taste the first Sambhar I made, I wanted you to meet B , I wanted to tell you that you are going to become a thatha soon….. I want you to know that sometimes volt sleeps with one leg bent and properly placed on the other just like you do.
Today when I watch volt jumping into her father’s hands with her toothless smile , my heart fills with joy.

Flashback – II

Childhood and hometown always brings back happy memories.Especialyy if there are many children in neighbourhood and all of them are like family. After I published yesterday’s post lot of memories came to my mind which I wanted to share.Since this is not one single story or such I will just put it in pointers.

-> Like nungu one another famous seller on bicycle during hot summer is “Ice vandi” .They don’t have all these fancy icecreams like chocobar not even cup or cone with various flavours.All they have is shaved ice in 2-3 flavours. Some will be in the form of stick and the other variety is called “pepsi” in our area. The crushed ice will be made in the form of thin long tube with some flavour added and packed in a plastic wrap. You just cut one end of the wrap and start sucking. If eating is fun then showing off the color in your mouth is super fun.Pink,orange and violet colours are common.

-> During pongal, my thatha will get us sugarcane.First he will cut it into pieces ,each about 1-11/2 feet length.Then he will cut it open in the middle vertically.With “Paakku vetti” (a cutter used to cut betel nuts) he will make bite sized marks so that we can easily bite it without breaking our teeth :D. Once it is ready we all sit on top of our compound wall and start chewing discussing about world affairs ! Our world was anyway very different then 🙂

-> We had so many rose plants at home. The simple varieties in baby pink ,pink ,yellow and white color. The baby pink one will bloom in dozens that my amma uses needle and thread to tie them together 🙂

-> At noon when it is too hot , we go to any one person’s garden(everyone owned a huge garden then) and sit on a mango or jackfruit tree, while the bees and garden lizards are busy with their job we continue our chit chat.

-> The fences usually are made with thorny plants. Mostly it will be dry but sometimes some plants start growing in the fence itself.Investigating the fence is another timepass in summer.

->I don’t remember the plant name here but there used to be tiny plants with yellow flowers. The competition will be to flick the flowers using your thumb and middle finger and see whose flower covers the maximum distance.

->How can I forget running behind thatha poochi trying to catch it.

If  I think more, I will get so many more memories to share. These were never a big thing those days but today when I sit in a place where I hardly see a thatha poochi flying and where a bee is considered as a dangerous animal 🙄 I can feel how much we are missing. How much our kids will miss!

p.s. All things I have shared are from my childhood when I never bothered to know the English names. So I used the same names which we used then. Sorry that I could not translate or write it down well. It is there so beautifully pictured in my thoughts but I really have not written it well. So Sorry.

Have you ever had nungu?

When I was in school we lived in a small town. During hot summer, people used to sell “nungu” , the sellers rode a bicycle with a bamboo basket filled with nungu. And for 10 rupees, they take out a mini basket made of palm leaf and fill it with like 20 pieces.If you are regular customer you get extra.

There are many ways to eat nungu. My appa eats with that white skin. It tastes little bitter,I can’t have it but he says the skin is very good for health. Myself and my cousins patiently remove that white skin and gulp that jelly like seed(wikipedia calls it a seed).The good ones will be really really soft that no way you can remove the skin without breaking it and spilling all the juice. The juice inside will be cold , sweet and heavenly. We used to lick our hands so that we don’t miss that juice and the jelly will be so soft that one cannot remove the skin without breaking it + we will be in a hurry to finish the whole basket.

One of my friend in college told me how they eat it at her town.Each fruit will have 3 jelly type seeds placed in 3 socket.The sellers there just cut the fruit in such a way that the sockets are exposed and she used to poke the white jelly inside with her finger and drink all the juice without spilling! Clever ! 😀

One of my cousin, since she does not like the fruit she applies it all over her face as mask. On hot days it will be so much fun to sit together and enjoy this.

When we came here we were super happy to find nungu on our street. Me and B brought for 50 RS ( now it is too costly) and happily went home and ate. It was so hard but still we didnot want to throw it away so finished the whole thing. After 2 hours we both had terrible stomach pain,we were literally rolling on bed with pain.Somehow we slept off and it went away in sometime.Only later we came to know from MIL that overripe fruits will cause stomach ache! If it is overripe you can cook it in a pressure cooker with some milk and eat it,it seems. Sounds not so interesting to me. I like it soft , broken with the cold juice spilling all over 😀

p.s It is called as “Ice-Apple” it seems.Perfect! 😀

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