I smell it before I enter the room. Heck, I smell it before I leave my room. Truth is, I left my room because I smelt it.
We’re rice eaters most of the time, our sort of traditional South Indian Tamil Brahmin (this is where a select few of my friends scream ‘pseudo!!’), and I’ve been reared on rice. God, that makes me sound like livestock, but whatever.
My sight fixes on the fluffy white rice in the cooker, while my olfactory senses are preoccupied with the tangy smell of imli (tamarind) rising from a bowl whose lid is askew. So very deliberate, mom. You know I’m not going to come late with that smell soaking the air in the house. The vathakozhambu (think of it as a thick, spicy gravy with vegetables that we mix with rice) that my mother makes is, quite simply, the stuff of dreams.
Another smell catches my attention and I lift the cover of the adjacent bowl. Baingan ka bhartha (smoked eggplant). If I wasn’t before, I must be drooling now. There are jackfruit chips too! I saw them! And the curd- thick and creamy and cold, like the true curd only North Indians can understand (even if I normally think of them as cuisine-challenged weirdos, I will always choose their curd over our Southern, very runny version). And my mother, who has lived in North India for fourteen years (and counting), understands both our food and their curd: a deadly combination which will probably result in my becoming unsexily fat, and disturbingly uncaring of the fact.
Hastily, I pile my plate with food, only shouting for my big, hungry brother to come for lunch after I’ve taken all I want.
I wipe my chin, fully aware of the small grin on mama’s face. Oh god, I really am drooling.
And with good reason too.
Now I’m drooling too! I love your line about calling your brother after you’ve taken all you want!
I really like both kinds of curd. I spend 6 weeks in South India every year. Curd is probably my favorite part of breakfast there.
My brother eats a LOT. Just leveling the playing field.
I love curd rice (thayeer-sadam rules!), but I always maintain curd as a dish is understood by North Indians. In dhabas, the paratha and curd that you get it mindblowing… and lassi!! I love sweet lassi. The raita too… clearly, I’m a huge fan! 😀
I love all of that too. Now I am REALLY hungry! 🙂
That happened to me too XD
That was fun! I truly felt your LOVE for the meal. 🙂 You have a new follower! Looking forward to more from you.
~ Angela
Thanks you! That makes me happy! 🙂
I really enjoyed this because you explained the food as you wrote, thus taking me on your rhapsodic journey. Your sense of humor was the special tough. Good writing.
What an entertaining and mouth-watering description. You did a great job making this accessible to everyone — I haven’t heard of any of the foods you described and it STILL sounded amazing.
Thanks!! That means a lot 🙂