Almost jumped out of my vehicle when I saw a cartwala with what looked like Maavadu . The feeling was akin to God at your doorsteps .Not that I am familiar with the god-at-your-doorstep feeling . But am sure if and when god knocks at my door it will feel like the first sight of the much awaited Maavadu coming your way along with all else summer has to offer .
Tantalising , tell-tale signs of the onset of summer with
Doesnt that very name conjure up happy moments from Childhood summer days and Thayir saadam ?
My entire house is filled with its intoxicating smell...
This is my maiden attempt at picking and pickling Maavadu . All these years , I was of the opinion that making of maavadu was very close to Rocket science. Probably the out of the world taste.
What a wasted life .
Making of Maavadu :
Can it be so simple ? Something that tastes so great ? Was I was missing something major? Checked with Meenakshi ammal . Googled. Clarified with experts in cooking who also happen to be my friends .
The right sized Mangoes seemed to be the only major ingredient ..The rest of it was available even in a much disorganised , dysfunctional kitchen like mine .
Am not a 5ml, 20gm , half of two and a quarter litre person .. nor a believer in "what gets measured ,gets done " . So it is always a km for me. ( Kuthu Mathippu ). Blame it on decades of Madras autofare influence .
While I believe thats a thing of the past I continue to lead my life on km basis .
Nirvana is just a few days away when these beauties start swimming in the salty waters .
As simple as that . Yet great and grand in taste and looks .
So, there emerges my pickle and a phillosophy
Some of the greatest things are often as simple as Maavadu -The mother of all Pickles, though their grandeur belies it .
Pillayar made out of turmeric paste
A single mud Diya lit with oil
A bird's nest made with just twigs and leaves
A line sketch of bald head and round spectacle frame - Gandhiji to all of us !
The look and feel of a crisp cotton saree
The toothless grin of a child at you
Tall glass of Buttermilk with just salt
Thanks to all this gyaan and inspiration by Maavadu , ended up with pickled jars of Lemon , Maanga inji and Neer Nellikai . Feeling Rich. And the family loves it .
All of them as simple as that . And hardly-a-recipe. Just my kind .
DH quite worried by this strange and sudden kitchen activity quipped .." you okay ? want to get back to work ? " (Worried that I am going through a depression .ROTFL .)
It is just March madness . Wait till April when I give up all cooking and binge on mangoes and more mangoes as a family .