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Showing posts with label food. Show all posts

Monday, January 19, 2015

Gems Vs M&M's

I laid them in a neat row. Sometimes they were organized by color and sometimes in a pattern. I would eat them by color or by pattern depending on my mood. And when they were all done, I would wait for the break to go pick some more up from the vending machine. That is how my relationship with M&M started.

I had to sit through 3-4 hour long classes late in the evening during my masters. Tummy would start growling around 7 pm just as I entered the class. My lunch would have been hours before consisting of fries or chicken nuggets. Never enough. I would save a side seat in the class just to organize my M&M’s. The class was essentially talking and understanding architecture through interaction and debate. At the half time break I would head out to pick up one more packet and a coke and finish up the class before heading back home in the cold.

I can only remember classes at Kansas State in the cold, I never took classes through summer. Before winter really ended our Spring session would come to an end and I never walked to a class in warmth. This was my life for two years, go to school in the morning for doing TA work, spend the noon finishing up reading and assignments and end the day in class discussing and arguing over different topics that always started in architecture but ended everywhere else.

Today, as I sat working late through deadline I stole a pack of M&M’s from a colleague and intuitively organized them on a clean piece of paper. Suddenly, the memories came pouring back from thirteen plus years ago. The funniest train of thought started with me feeling sad that the packet I was ripping was not gems. It was a weird thought, surely, I have not eaten Gems since I was a little girl and yet tonight, I would have been happier eating Gems than M&M’s.  And that is how, my brain train took me to my class room in Kansas State. As the evening turned into night outside, I melted out of my office and was sitting at my chair in Seaton Hall, and snapped out of it as an email came screaming by announcing more work.



An M&M’d ART.

Wednesday, January 14, 2015

Pongal Poi Pongal Vandhadhu

Time flies...I cannot believe that I am standing in 2015 and பொங்கல் (Pongal) is already here. I wish I was eating sugarcane and enjoying சக்கிரை பொங்கல் (sweet Pongal) in my house in Chennai. I wish I had burnt old stuff the day before and beat the drum before throwing it into the fire. I wish I had worn new clothes to celebrate the birth of new and good times and the month of தை (Thai). Oh! Well! Cannot have everything.

If there was nothing for me to wish for or miss then I would not have led a good life, so for that fun I have had and the fun to be had...I would like to wish everyone a very happy பொங்கல் (PONGAL).

And I realize that I have written three posts about Pongal in the past...think I love this festival a lot.

The one I wrote in 2007 was 5 days before I found out I was pregnant. The memories are so vivid and from then on there was a Babs element in all of them :)

http://anurussell.blogspot.com/2007/01/in-few-days-in-south-indian-calendar.html

http://anurussell.blogspot.com/2010/01/too-much-work.html

http://anurussell.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-harvest-time-once-again.html

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Thursday, February 07, 2013

Kaapi na Narasus Kaapi Dhan...Besh Besh Romba Nanna Irukku

Remember this advertisement? I used to watch it every single time it came on TV, to just see the young and handsome Arvind Swamy's face. I would run all the way to the living room as soon as I heard the noise. I did not care about coffee but I cared about Arvind Swamy. Sadly, not any more...heard he did not grow up to be cute...

Anyways, remember the song, from Minsara Kanavu? In that she says, in Tamil, Pasi konda neram thaalikkum osai...sandhosha sangeetham...when you are hungry the noise of food getting prepared is happy music (thalikkum =  making tadka).

How true is that line? I think in those days Vairamuthu knew exactly what was going on in my mind. Almost all his songs reflected how I felt...anyway getting to the point...I remember hearing and smelling the tadka for the dal being made and I would be at the table ready to gobble up whatever came out of the kitchen. I think you get twice as hungry if you can smell and hear the ghee tadka...

But now I am into one smell, nope, aroma...coffee...I never thought, even in those days of dreaming of Arvind Swamy that I would be a coffee drinker. I was raised as a South India drinking Desi Chai at home...not British, not American or Narsus Coffee drinker...I was a chai girl.

I know how that happened. After moving to America the only time I get my Desi chai fix is over the weekend. What do I do for the 5 days in between? I tried to tea bag it, and realized that it is the worst type of drinking tea ever. Then I tried hot chocolate, does not help at all in Texan Heat. Then finally I settled down with Coffee, creamer, and loads of sugar. At first, it was a 1/4 American sized coffee mug (equals one cup of coffee in rest of the world), then a little over 1/4 mug and now I have graduated to the point of slightly over 1/2 mug and less than 3/4 mug. I am proud to have made the transition. I have managed to keep it to strictly a maximum of 2 cups a day.

When I walk into the office kitchen, seeing a full pot of coffee makes my heart happy and then the aromahhhh...this is a close second to the sound and smell of mom making dal tadka...I think as we grow up we tend to slowly replace old memories with new ones...and that is what is happening to me here...

BTW, how cute was Arvind Swamy in Dalapathy, Roja and Bombay? Perfect South Indian boy...

And have you heard Urvasi Urvasi in the recent past? What fun lyrics...the movie released a year before I sat for my boards and everything Mr. Vairamuthu said in the song held true for my life.

Anyways, even if you cannot speak Tamil or know what Tamil is click through the links and you might find something fun...

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