Reaching home late last night after class, I ran upstairs to change and find something to eat. Rushing through everything my growling tummy propelled me downstairs. An array of containers met my eyes. Sweets, savories and cherished memories from Madras. See, my amma and SIL and niece are back from Madras. While I was sitting in what seemed to be an interminable class night, K had driven to the airport with bro, dropped them home, feasted on juicy tales from home and the said sweets before coming to pick me up. Amma in her usual generous self packed away “my” share of the goodies which was now gracing my kitchen island.
Biting into a badusha with hardly a glaze on it (just the way I love it!) I was drawn into a wellspring of memories. Growing up sweets and snacks were reserved for festive occasions. On a regular school day we would come home to the smell of dosas wafting through the windows or the smell of rava being fried in ghee for the simple upma. The murukku or seedai from grand snacks happened only when an occasional guest decided not to come home empty handed as is tradition. We would politely wait for them to leave before ripping open the sealed plastic cover and digging into the goodies. Sometimes, we would even break it open to serve it to the guest before helping ourselves.
Ever since I moved away from Madras, these deep fried golden nuggets hold even more of a charm. Once every year when we visit or someone from home visits us, the first few days we reach home to find our snack cupboard overflowing. Kaapi and snacks make for a nice way to relax and unwind after a day’s work. Within a week, it’s almost always gone and we treasure the last pack till the last bite.
So, this week through the next, I look forward to the evenings, the snacks and amma cooked meals.