How
invested we are in food!
It always
has to be good!
With all
the variety,
There’s
sure to be satiety,
For it, we’re
always in the mood!
Today with
so many cuisines literally at our fingertips, we are spoilt for choice. Hard on
the heels of this plethora of platters, comes ennui. I remember the days when
pizza was the last word in fine dining and “Chinese” just meant some noodles
with cabbage and carrots thrown in. And now we are bored. If we want to meet
friends outside, we debate which restaurant to go to, because agreeing on
cuisine seems impossible. We load our palates with stimuli, then look for
palate cleansers.
The other
day I saw the table top wet grinder in my kitchen and decided to bring it out
of hibernation. We had been ordering in idli/dosa batter for convenience.
Now I wanted to use the machine at home. It just took a couple of minutes to
put the dal and rice rava to soak. In a few hours, the tabletop
grinder was whirring merrily, mimicking the mortar and pestle, churning out a
smooth and fluffy batter.
The batter
spent the night fermenting and rising, ready by morning. It went into the
moulds, was steamed for about ten minutes, and there we were, ready for
breakfast. As I was demoulding them, the most heavenly aroma rose up. It
brought to mind simpler times, the comfort of familiarity, and the innocent
confidence of childhood. Its very blandness, cloaked in steam, filled the
kitchen with an aura of security. In that moment, I would not have traded the
humble idli for the most starred and ribboned dish in the world.
Truly,
sometimes the best city to live in, is Simplicity.
This post is a part of the Blogchatter Half Marathon 2025
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