Ya know when I was walking on the terrace yesterday, Mi, and missing Vidur as usual, I couldn’t help thinking how lucky I am. And so, I lapsed into a conversation in my head with you and Vidur in turns. As I looked up at […]
Memories from another day . . .
Vidur is slowly settling into his new life, Mi. You’d be proud of him. I think it is always harder for us as parents to adjust. Children obviously will face challenges, struggle and try to tackle them in their own way, and then carry on as they get busy with several things. We’re the ones who make the time to reminisce and miss them every minute of the day.
Today, when I went for a walk and came back home, I saw his house slippers under the stool by the entrance and called out to him, only to realize that he was too far to hear. Silly me. So it is with every inch of the house, really, because his stuff is everywhere.
I’ve slowly begun to go through each room to purge/donate things that can we can let go of. I am glad Vidur is not as sentimental as I am in terms of objects. He’s happy to give away stuff he will no longer use or need and is able to make quick decisions over those. Me, ugh. Not so much. So what I am now doing is making sure I give at least three things away every day. I started with art supplies and school stuff and I am enjoying the smiles I receive in return. So worth it.
I decided to stack Vidur’s schoolbook shelf and pack away the old books for him to check when he is home for the hols. My reward? Coming across his sketches in the unlikeliest of places. Sheets of poetry and songs composed by him. Love the sight of his handwriting all over the place!
As I spring clean, my mind and heart enjoy the memories. In a way, it is good that the memories are fresh in my mind as he carries on, moving forward, growing up.
I treasure my memories, just as you did yours as I grew up. I am thinking of all the exotic food I’ll make for him when he comes home. So typical, eh? Somehow it all boils down to food. But then, that’s how we feed children good things. I smile, thinking of how I would fill him with advice and good words when he sat and ate, hoping it would be food for thought. And his expression as he listened, busy chomping away, so sweet and accepting.
As I sit and eat alone now, I imagine the delightful sound of his laughter, watching comedy shows together. I love it when he asks me what I cooked every day when I talk to him and I regale him with the boring details of my day. Funny how routine becomes so precious and we notice the trivial stuff with new eyes and appreciation.
Treasured moments that will keep me going and looking forward to good times soon.
I made oats idli after ages and it really tasted nice. It reminded me of the first time we ate rava idlis, Mi. On the face of it, it was like upma shaped as idlis – which was basically what it was – except it was steamed after being fermented with sour curds.
Let me tell you why oats idlis. So we usually make the regular ones. Then one day, since the set curds weren’t available, I bought some nandini curd packets. As my lousy luck would have it, they turned out to be super-sour. Couldn’t even turn them into butter milk unless we wanted one eye in a permanent wink. So I emptied the packs to avoid them bloating and exploding in the fridge – I mean, imagine cleaning that mess! Errgh!
I had some vague idea of using it to wash my hair and even went so far as to plan that multi-ingredient pack for my hair which requires sour curds. But how much could I use?
I considered mor kozhambu – but even that wouldn’t need this much curd.
Yes, Mor Kali would be good. But only for my tongue and I’d do better to avoid it in my diet. Just thinking of it makes me drool!
So I emptied the packs into a steel container and shut it and put it in the fridge praying that it wouldn’t spill over sneakily. Oh yes – like the idli-dosa batter – in spite of the cold environment. Can’t just keep good bacteria down, can you? Gosh, remember how we’d switch on the kitchen light in the morning, bracing ourselves for the sight of batter spilled over from fermenting too much even though we’d taken care to do it really late at night? Right.
I forgot about this curd sitting in the fridge for a few days, mainlly because I got good curd on my next round to the market. By the way, Nilgiris curd still rocks.
Anyway – then the day before yesterday, I had the dilemma of what to cook. So while rummaging through the “Pantry” I saw the oats idli mix. I had a total “eureka” moment! The recipe asks for sour curd! With a Yay in my heart, I quickly got the mixing bowl out and mmm….. 30 minutes later, we enjoyed steaming oats idlis.
I had a big grin on my face today as I made the regular idlis because I was thinking, sour curd will now be a bonus not a liability – from almost waste to wealth eh?
Nothing to beat the “buttermilk” we used to be served in one particular house eh?
Sigh. Today would have been Kondu Mama’s birthday. I hope the two of you are having fun, wherever you are!