Day 9- Paruppu Sadham
I fondly recall those days when I was a child and my grandmother used to feed me with lots of love (and ghee).I grew up with my cousins around, and we invariably would eat together, atleast one meal every other day. We had a Sunday ritual too when my aunt used to make fried rice(rice cooked in coconut milk) and aloo curry and we used to starve ourselves from Saturday evening so, we could enjoy it better.
I remember the days when afternoon lunches for we cousins, used to be an exciting affair because those were the days, my paati would take a huge bowl and put steaming hot rice in it , add loads of ghee and dal and would ,with her hands mash up the rice. We were always in awe as to how she could do with with her bare hands.....She was our superhero then.
And then we little ones would sit around her in a semi circle. She would portion out some rice and cup it in her palm more so to give it a shape, place some urulaikizhangu kari on top and drop those snowy balls in our hands. The portions ended up being big for our hands but we would devour it as if we weren't going to eat food in a long time from then.
The excruciating feeling of having to wait for one's turn , I can still recall today. The bowl ended up being an akshayapathram and food used to continuously flow out of it . But when the end came was our turn to see who was going to get the last bit. Paati used to say "Adi kozhambu anai pole"(the person who eats the last bits would be as strong as an elephant) and feed one of us(usually the youngest one).
Today as I ate paruppu sadham out of my mother's hands, I recall paati fondly and thank her in my heart for giving me the best food I have ever eaten in my life. My paati's paruppu sadham is nothing short of bits of heaven that reached my palm with a little extra love each and every time.
I remember the days when afternoon lunches for we cousins, used to be an exciting affair because those were the days, my paati would take a huge bowl and put steaming hot rice in it , add loads of ghee and dal and would ,with her hands mash up the rice. We were always in awe as to how she could do with with her bare hands.....She was our superhero then.
And then we little ones would sit around her in a semi circle. She would portion out some rice and cup it in her palm more so to give it a shape, place some urulaikizhangu kari on top and drop those snowy balls in our hands. The portions ended up being big for our hands but we would devour it as if we weren't going to eat food in a long time from then.
The excruciating feeling of having to wait for one's turn , I can still recall today. The bowl ended up being an akshayapathram and food used to continuously flow out of it . But when the end came was our turn to see who was going to get the last bit. Paati used to say "Adi kozhambu anai pole"(the person who eats the last bits would be as strong as an elephant) and feed one of us(usually the youngest one).
Today as I ate paruppu sadham out of my mother's hands, I recall paati fondly and thank her in my heart for giving me the best food I have ever eaten in my life. My paati's paruppu sadham is nothing short of bits of heaven that reached my palm with a little extra love each and every time.
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