Coffee With Mi, Close To My Heart
Today’s flavor is a nonet, Mi. Yep – a nine-liner.
My best coffees have been with you, Mi. Okay, my eyes just glazed over. Sigh!
“I believe in love at first sight, because I’ve loved my Mom ever since I opened my eyes”
Coffee With Mi
Fragrance gently invades my senses
Thick viscous dark brown drops splash in
Transforming smooth white landscape
Spreading its hues, dives deep
Reaches the bottom
To rise again
Hugged me tight
Smiled into my eyes
poured into my heart and soul
Soothing, filling me with confidence
Mmm. I composed this in the kitchen on the sheet lining the masala shelf and now I’ll have to change it — too many reminders scribbled on it. If you are wondering why I was standing in the kitchen of all places to create, blame the milk! Two liters of milk were sitting in the fridge, Mi. And now if that is not a prompt for therattupaal I don’t know what is. Since it entailed standing watch over two liters of milk and stirring it constantly to reduce it to a yummy thick sweetened mass, I multi-tasked by using one hand to tend to the milk and the other to write. I am glad to say that it turned out extremely well. And why not, ha ha. The three of us ceremoniously, reverently had dessert together, savoring each tiny spoon of the treat.
Question now is, how long the sweet will last! Too tasty for its own good!
Yesterday I made besan ka halwa again, at Vidur’s request. And that too turned out wonderful, according to him. What joy to see him relishing all our staple homemade traditional sweets! Every day I marvel at how much I enjoy cooking. Okay, go ahead and smirk and say I-told-you-so!
By the way, today is the cooking competition in our condo. Remember how Vidur participated in 2008 and won a prize? This year their “prompt” for their culinary skills demonstration is paneer, our man’s favorite. But of course he hasn’t shown interest, too much school work to do!
It is a nice lazy Sunday afternoon with all of us doing our thing. Suddenly I feel the hankering for some kadak chai. I think I’ll go make it and save the cuppa coffee for the 6 pm dose.
Ah, and I enjoyed a long chat with V. I was recalling how we met, back in 1974 when I was in Class 7. Oh, which reminds me, it seems Mary-Ann David teacher passed away last month. So sad, no? How amused we were that her sons were named Ram,Lakshman and Bharat!
Diwali is upon us next week on November 5. Somehow this year has whizzed by so quickly. What an eventful year it has been. But we’ll save that for another conversation. Let’s have tea instead! Yes, lemon tea for you, just the way you like it in your favorite glass!