Posts from the food category.
The word ‘modak’ comes from Sanskrit, approximately meaning “a small portion of bliss.”Having lived for almost 20 years in the eastern side of Maharashtra, the Ganapati festival we celebrated at home—thanks to my mom’s unending enthusiasm—always had ‘fried modaks’ as offerings.I don’t remember tasting ‘steamed modaks’ in those years. Each time we ate the fried ones, my mom would mention the steame...
Here is a travelogue of our slow, refreshing journey to Ratnagiri's hidden gem. Have a read if you are in the mood for a little travel escape:🔗 https://jaeeblogscom.wordpress.com/2025/05/09/mangoes-modaks-the-arabian-sea-our-kalbadevi-trip/ Let me know what you think! 😊 Blog post crafted on Thinkdeli.com
Early in the morning, as soon as I'm awake,I take a gulp of it, to give my sleep a break.The slurp with which you drink it,Sounds like a cuckoo's song,And the burn with which you drink it,Is unfit for any tongue.And when the tea,Pours into your body,You wish others could see,How refreshing it was to thee.
Today is Gudi Padwa, the Maharashtrian new year festival. We eat neem leaves with jaggery on this day. The neem leaves don’t feel bitter anymore.
When I feel stupid, which is very often, I read. Its a perfect cure for an ever present malaise. But anxiety and loneliness is a bit more of a struggle. Its only in fleeting moments and glimpses, but it often feels crushing. The cure, is ancient. Bread, lavash, pita, tortilla, dosa, bao - it comes in many names, grains and forms. Making it usually involves effort. And time. It will not be hurried....
In the rabbit hole of food related videos, some of the most fascinating ones I watched are about butchering a whole animal.Its a process that is almost hypnotic- the butchers knife making precise cuts, finding muscle seams and reducing waste to a bare minimum. Each muscle plays a definite part - a small cog that makes a whole. Each muscle defines part of the animals mechanics - how it walks, how i...
Paapdi. Fine diced red onion. Finely chopped coriander/cilantro. Uncomplicated and unpretentious. This is what my grandpa ate, when me and my older brother were wolfing down misal at our regular haunt all those years ago. He sat by himself, kept an eye on us, but allowed himself the little indulgence of eating paapdi. “Hey ghya Paapaji. Ajun kanda deu ka?“. Paapaji - that is what the folks at the ...
These images represent a major victory and a minor one. A major personal victory to create something that is aspirational, mastering of some craft. Minor one - to understand that fermentation is a gift of nature that can be used to stunning results. Mother nature is the true artist, we are just cooks.
No matter how good or bad the day is going, looking forward to the morning Chai and earning that evening Chai after a long day has a charm of its own. It's some incentive that drives you but doesn't show up in our bank statement or payslips.I always thought it's such an innocent wish in life, a small cup of Chai, at subconscious level drives our behaviour and eventually has impact on bigger things...
I am too immersed in book today to think or observe things to write about for the ongoing series. It’s about cooking, women and the misogynistic view of the country they staying in, and how it affects them deeply. It’s supposedly a thriller, but the repetitive cooking and descriptions of how the food taste etc is a bit overwhelming for me. I don’t like cooking much and do it for survival. I like a...