Tell us about your favorite childhood meal — the one that was always a treat, that meant “celebration,” or that comforted you and has deep roots in your memory.
Free free to focus on any aspect of the meal, from the food you ate to the people who were there to the event it marked.
You own everything that happened to you. Tell your stories. If people wanted you to write warmly about them, they should have behaved better.
– Anne Lamott, Bird by Bird
The first though that comes with the childhood meals is food cooked by my mother. She was an excellent cook. She tried to learn new dishes to perfection to make us happy and stick to home food. Sweets, snacks, even simple food such as rice and dal made by her were delicious.
There are so many festivals in India and every festive meal has to be different according to season, availability of vegetables and fruits at that time. The best part in any festival was the arrival of my mausi(mother’s sister) with her three children. There was not much difference in our age so we were like friends.
Mausi will relieve my mother from cooking that day and ask us our favorite item and cook. She was a total contrast to my mother. Mother was loving, caring but strict and mausi was fun loving, cracking jokes and made us laugh all the time. She could not say harsh words to anyone.Our cousins were like her. Whole day we will sing, dance, play games, we really use to have great time.
I have not written anything about food because the fun we had in spending time together was greater than any delicacy of the world. What was cooked was of no importance to us at that age because whatever mausi cooked was heavenly anyway. Still what remembrance of that time still lingers with me is Suzy Halwa (Semolina Porridge) made with pure ghee flavored with elaichi decorated with lots of dry fruits which she called MohanBhog (Sweet made for Lord Krishna) was really great. I think, she made it with full attention with lots of love and care for us children was the secret of its heavenly taste.
More than the taste of food time spent with our relatives lingers on in my mind.