Being a Woman
Food – a word which evokes strong emotions in me, something which I’m very passionate about. How can someone remain unmoved by the sight of hot lentil fritters and a steaming cup of tea or as a Malayali would say,”parippu vada and chaya” ! I’m a total foodie but I must confess that I don’t do gourmet food . There’s something about all the style and colour coordination and frills and ruffles which makes me conscious of what I eat and more importantly, how I eat ! I mean, a juicy burger has to be chomped with total abandon to really savour it . Bakeries rank right along with bookshops as my favourite places; the former send me into a frenzy and in the latter I go into a trance.
I really don’t need a reason to dig into food, but I haven’t been able to fathom how something as mundane as the weather can have such an effect on my craving for
specific kinds of foodstuffs ! A craving for each kind of weather…..
Picture a bright blue sky with fluffy clouds sprinkled around. It’s midmorning and what could be more perfect than a strong cup of coffee and a slice of warm, moist carrot cake with a faint aroma of cinnamon.
When it’s blazing hot outside and I’ve just walked into the cool interiors of my home, downing a tall glass of ice-cold lemonade with a dash of ginger is like plunging into a pool. Simply Heaven !
Sunday afternoon siestas are a rarity in my life but when I get a chance, it’s something I truly savour. However the experience is not complete unless I get my favourite snack on waking up. Sitting on the balcony curled up in a chair, replete with sleep, I love to bite into crisp and juicy banana fritters (pazham pori in Mallu speak), along with a hot cup of tea.
Some days are quite humid and by evening a pall of heat still lingers. After having drunk gallons of water through the day I look forward to a light dinner. The perfect meal for this occassion is hot fluffy rotis with delicious tadka dal . The vibrant yellow dal, with flecks of fresh green coriander and the faint hint of cumin, scooped up with a piece of roti is just Mmmmm 🙂
I wait for the rains when everything comes to life . I can sit for hours watching the raindrops chasing each other on the electric lines. Leaves of all sizes and shapes seem to revel in this weather. Some of them throw themselves around like teenagers at a rock concert; of course there are also the more graceful dancers with their ethereal moves. Such a heady weather calls for something stirring and zestful. I’m sure every Indian would agree with me on the rightness of spicy, hot pakodas accompanied by masala chai in this situation !
Then there’re times when the rain falls slowly and steadily and creates a sense of being in a cocoon. This calls for some baking and when the house becomes filled with the smell of a chocolate cake, everything seems right with the world. Digging into that cake is a bygone conclusion !
Talking of all that food has got me me totally worked up. It’s morning and there’s a slight nip in the air ; my breakfast beckons – steaming, white idlis and piping hot sambar …….