I know you’re smiling at the title. I also know that you’re drooling at the mention of my name. Such unconditional love makes me all emotional sometimes but I wouldn’t shed happy tears to not spoil the taste for you. Instead I will simply continue to please your senses and enjoy this bliss like a king.
You are the one who gave birth to me. You picked the choicest mangoes from town, cut them as diamonds and mixed them with spices in measures. Thus I was born. You gave me a new home in those tall porcelain jars and I moved in to your house. Or your kitchen to be precise. Our relationship this way has been continuing for centuries together.
I sometimes wonder if I can cater adequately to your spice lusts but your pleased faces and happy tummies fuel me. Best of all is that each of you love me in your own way. Let me explain how.
- A typical grandma loves to mix me with hot rice and add ghee. She lovingly serves it to the kids leaving them clueless wondering whether the taste is because of the hand that is serving or the food in the plate.
- A young lad loves to have me with dosa/idli/puri because I am the safest and next tastiest resort when there is no chutney at home.
- A smart mom loves to cajole her kids into eating greens and lentils with a pinch of me on the side of the plate.
- A lazy bachelor loves to have me with rice or maggi without having to cook other sides.
- Believe it or not, I am also taken with pizzas and pastas sometimes thus adding the Indian touch to Italian pride. You may want to talk to the owner of this blog to find out more.
Your love for me is not limited to the four dining room walls. You proudly share it to relatives and friends and also take a taste of their handmades. You send me across seas to serve your progenies and I am proud to say that there is no NRI suitcase which doesn’t include me packed and sealed.
Not to forget, you have given me a cult status in your gult movie by saying- “Amma, Avakay, Anjali eppudu bore kottavu. ” I cannot tell you how much it means to me. It is this admiration which keeps me going though I’m (in) a pickle!
I thus speak on behalf of all my cousins – maagaya, thokku avakaya, bellam avakaya, dosa avakaya and usiri avakaya- Thank you!
See you in your next meal.