THE DANCE OF THE MUSTARD, THE AROMA OF THE COCONUT OIL WAFTING IN THE SLIGHTLY SMOKY KITCHEN, THE TANG OF THE TAMARIND, THE SUGAR, THE SPICE AND EVERYTHING NICE.... THE MEMORIES OF MOM'S KITCHEN WHERE I USED TO HANG AROUND TO QUENCH MY HUNGER; THE HOPE WAS TO GET THE FIRST TASTE OF ANYTHING MOM'S DISHES OUT BEFORE MY BROS OR SIS'. OH I MISS THOSE DAYS, BUT NOW I WANT TO RECREATE THAT MAGIC- TO REMIND MYSELF, TO LET THE WORLD KNOW ABOUT IT.
Sunday, 23 March 2014
In my childhood days we used to go to my aunt's place on our vacation for 2-3 days stay. After coming from our trip my mom would go to our neighbor's house with a small cup to get cultured buttermilk to prepare buttermilk for our next days meals. (These days you do not know who your neighbours are.) So I had to learn how to make buttermilk at home without bothering our neighbours. If the buttermilk is not served at the end of our meals then Meals will be half done! It is not complete without buttermilk.