…runs in the R family. The grandma has it, the mom has it, and now the daughter has caught on to it.
My Amma can survive on curd for years together. Day in and day out, you give her curd rice, and she will live happily. She doesnt even need an pickles with it. Just a dash of salt. And even if thats not there, its totally fine. She is the person who goes to visit a five star hotel, eats to heart’s content, and comes back home to have some curd rice or drink a bowl of curd *rolls eyes*.
Amma is a perfect example of a Tambram who feels any meal is incomplete without curd in the end.
Actually Amma is a very easy guest to have. Ensure buckets full of curd in the house and she is the happiest guest in the world.
I am a curd freak too. Give me anything with curd in it, and I can gulp it down. Kadis, moorkootans, raitas, curd based curries..anything, and I can have it. When I was a kid and couldnt finish the sambhar/rasam rice, Amma would plop in some curd in it, and viola it would get over. I can eat curd by the kilo and we always have some curd at the end of every meal. I may be a Gujarati as far as eating fun dinners is concerned (you know pani puri, pav bhaji, khicidi, etc) but it has to end with a bowl of curd.
R, was initiated to curd late thanks to her asthma. One day, I decided enough is enough, refused to listen to the traditional idea that curd causes cough, and went ahead and gave her a bowl of not very cold curd. She licked a bit, her eyes lit up and then she just threw the spoon, grabbed the bowl with both her hands and gulped it down in one big slruppppp. and that started her love affair with curd.
Most days, she has very heavy evening snacks in daycare, so comes home and just has like 2 bowls of curd and thats her dinner! I dont fuss too much about food.
Even when she has a bad cold, I give her curd. Which may not be a very sane thing to do. I only ensure the curd is not cold thats all. Otherwise, curd is an everyday feature in our house…R makes it every morning and we have bowlfuls for dinner.
On Saturday nigh, RD had gone out with his friends, and R and I decided to have poochkas for dinner. After eating about 40 puris between the two of us, R says Amma we forgot.
That we need to leave some jagah (space) in the tummy for curd 🙂
Now, this love affair, I, definitely am going to encourage forever.
PS – R,when you are older and read this post, please note that I encourage all kinds of love affairs as long as there is a sense of fairness and equality among the two people involved in it eh?