White and fluffy batter,
Ground to perfect smoothness,
All fermented and ready,
To satiate the hunger pangs.
Tawa, greased with oil,
Pre-heated to the optimal,
Is ready to receive the white batter,
With arms open wide and round.
Srrrrppp goes a serving...
As the knife slices through,
I know how crunchy are you.
Cutting into tiny pieces,
Aah… therapeutic is the process.
Your green crown shines bright,
Ensuring that you aren't away from my sight.
The right amount of salt,
Keep your tanginess...
Just as I thought I was done for the day,
My phone rang, scaring me away.
Guests were on their way,
Unannounced, but in gay.
All I had were some chapatis and onions,
And I got my companion.
Sliced them...
A soul food that soothes my palette,
Nicely cooked rice
Mashed well and mixed with curd,
Freshly sliced raw mangoes
Tempered with spices and oil,
Oh! My mouth waters as I pen this,
This is indeed,
A soul food that soothes...
Moist rice flour,
Mixed with salt,
Layered within a cylinder,
With grated coconut breaking the layers,
Puffing like a steam engine,
It gets cooked.
Slender and soft,
When paired with spicy kadala curry*
Is indeed a bliss to the eyes
And a treat...
Raw Mango Pickle with Curd Rice
The tangy, sliced raw mangoes,
Mixed with salt, hing and
Chilli powder, drenched with a
Liberal share of
Gingelly oil, paired
with curd rice
Wow!!
Puttu Kadala
Damp rice flour and coconut
Alternately placed
In tall, slender, cylinder,
Looks beautiful...
The big green banana leaf,
Glistened in the light.
Nicely washed and cleaned,
All set to get decked.
In comes the creamy kheer,
Towards the bottom right,
Followed by the vegetable curries,
Adorning the top portion.
Pickles, chips and pappad,
Take their position...