• Sadly every day is NOT a Sunday. In fact today’s Tuesday is hardly flavoursome.

    There are something’s that aren’t just meant to be . After several attempts over several years, I’ve finally come to the conclusion that Home made Chaklis aren’t for me.

    Chakli are those round maze like savoury fry ups that are crispy and yummy. In fact they are my favourite Diwali treat.

    Alas, I somehow can’t seem to get them right. I tried out Mrs. Ogale’s recipe but that didn’t work. Then I gave my mother’s tried and tested one. That failed too. So I gave Naloo Maushi’s secret recipe a try but that didn’t work either . Finally, I tried several pre- made mixes over the years – from Vaidya in Pune and Vanita Samaj at Dadar. Sadly they didn’t come out either !!!!

    So for several years I gave making chaklis a miss , preferring to buy them from Vinayak Keshav at Girgaon.

    But chakli is Little Po’s all time favourite. so Bayda the Bai who watches every cookery show ever made in Marathi decided to take the chakli in her own hands.

    As is her habit, she woke up well before I did and began making the recipe for a fool proof chakli. And when Little Po came home she proudly presented him a piece of her labour of love.

    But a piece was all he got because no sooner had the first perfect batch cooled down, than the next chakli just crumbled to pieces in the hot oil.

    Bayda tried to resurrect the recipe but the chakli wouldn’t fry.

    So I’ve come to accept the fact that homemade chakli isn’t for me . At least those not made in my home!

    Do you have a food memory that is not always flavoursome? Do share your post with the hashtag #FlavoursomeTuesday

    in the comments below.

    In the meanwhile hope your Diwali sweets are coming out fine.

    P.s. Incase you are wondering how I could be zen about this I’ll let you into a secret . I believe that life is always a balance of plus and minus. So if chakli is a minus I’m willing to live with it!

  • Passing on the karanji

    • I woke up this morning to a photo of homemade karanji. I was happy to see them because Daughter No 1 had made them, for the very first time. They looked perfect and possibly tasted perfect since Ms Papaya loved them. And she is quite the discerning eater. I was happy to see that the karanji had passed on.

    Another generation liking karanji and another generation making them.

    “Traditions are important to maintain continuity, and establish social ties and establish identity.”

    And observing festivals is one such tradition.

    Today is actually the first day of Diwali ( Vasubaras) the five day Festival of Lights. Not many people observe this day and it is lost in obscurity.

    Diwali for the millions is the day Narakasur the demon was slayed. In my childhood home this was marked by an oil massage and scented bath.

    Others observe LaxmiPujan or the moonless night as the first day of Diwali. This is a national holiday and marks the New Year. Traders and businessmen open new books of accounts and householders like me welcome Laxmi into our homes.

    This day is also marked with new clothes and exchange of gifts.

    And the last day which is of special significance in my home state of Maharashtra is Bhaubeej. This is a special day for sisters of brothers who normally make it a point to meet and greet each other this one day.

    So today I will put up my ecofriendly garlands to signify the start of yet another Diwali.

    And then I’ll get down to making my own karanji.

    What is your Diwali tradition? Do share in the comments below.

     

  • Watching the fish

    #TheMindfulBreak

    Mindfulness is a word I’ve been hearing for quite a while now. I’ve always heard of the word ‘mindless’. In school we were told not to indulge in mindless activities . Now that is something I understood- when you did something mechanically or without thought . But what about mindful? Isn’t most activity mindful?

    Obviously, it doesn’t.

    It seems that for any activity to be truly fruitful it has to be done ‘mindfully’.

    Watching the fish

    I’ve been really busy the last week. I had just returned from an overseas trip and found myself in the midst of babysitting as Anna Shetty and her husband wanted to go climb mountains.

    Apart from the babies, I also had to keep an eye on her fish, especially since Little Po had once expressed a desire to eat them up ( he LOVES fish). She returned late last week and took the babies home but left the fish for another day.

    Today, I’m enjoying the solitude of a Sunday morning, watching the fish as they watch me.

    It is peaceful watching them dart about. The bubbles gurgle up from the aerating pump and I can hear it’s motor humming in the background.

    I watch the fish as they watch me .

    What is it like to be in a fishbowl? Always in the public eye?

    Years ago when they were small, Daughter No1 complained to me :

    “ Mummy, I cant sleep because the fish is watching me all night long!”

    “Why were you watching him?” I retorted. After all, night time was officially sleep time.

    I suppose she was taking a mindful break!

    I’m taking part in a 15 day journey starting today called #TheMindfulBreak an Instagram initiative hosted by Shinjini, The Modern Gypsy.

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