As the rain fell, my anger dissipated along with the heat.
Just like that. *snapping fingers*
I channeled my energies into food instead. My cravings got the better of me and all i could think of was bajji-bonda (Indian fried snacks made with potato, onion etc.) and adrak-wali chai (ginger tea).
By Bangalore’s standards, the rains were heavy. The winds made sure any open doors were promptly shut, like one tight slap – sudden, painful and oh-hey-we-didn’t-see-that-coming.
Over the past year, i’ve come to realize that when it comes to food… if you want something badly enough… all the Universe will not conspire to help you achieve it. All the ingredients in your store room will. And your will will. Your will to cook, that is.
Of course there’s Swiggy and other food apps. But what if your Internet connection is as bad as that pimple on your face right before an important event?
I brought out the potatoes and onions from their hiding, washed, cleaned, chopped them and teared up (thank you, onions), marinated them in turmeric, all-purpose flour (because gram flour had gotten over without notice), chilli powder, salt and then some.
After heating the oil, i lowered the potatoes and onions (in alternate batches) to their oily grave, waited till they were golden brown, removed them and then placed them on thirsty paper napkins that soaked in the oil and got drunk on it.
My parents loved the golden crunchies immensely, especially since the paraphernalia was not planned. I believe impromptu decisions are – more often than not – the best.
No Indian evening snack is complete without chai. So, on the other burner, in a pan, i placed the milk to mingle with tea and ginger and stirred till the aroma of ginger-infused tea was satisfactory.
After pouring out two “sugarless” teas for Mom and Dad, i added a liiiitle sugar to my tea, poured it again in a kulhad (clay/mud tumbler) and sat down to savour the
fruit of my labour deep-fried, guilt-free indulgence.
I blame it allllll on the weather today. All on the weather.