Maybe I have already written about it. Yet thinking about memories, kindled me so much that all those memories came flooding in. If you are regular here, then you would know my memories are all always associated with food. I may sound so obsessed with food, but then hey I am! The other day I was chatting with a friend, who said she didn’t want to come across as being obsessed with just food and nothing else. Well, I said that’s the only reason why I ended up creating so many blogs but in this, you will get to read what food I cook every day to feed my family.
With hardly any time to cook fancy stuff, we get so carried away. Be it new or those treasures from childhood days. Every time I meet my parents, somehow food creeps into our discussions and Dad will remember something. Amma would then remark, “Aww, it’s been so long since I made it!” And then, of course, there are few dishes that she makes only for particular occasions. Like the Borugulu undrallu / Poha Laddu, that’s made for Navaratri or the Poli for Ugadi. It took a lot of efforts from my side to convince her otherwise. But during childhood, I have always longed for those days to come.
Another favourite dish was the delicious Adais that Amma makes. What’s was so special about these you ask? Well, I have always been in love with Adais. And Dad never liked it. So it rarely found its way to our table when he was at home. Since his job involved travelling during my childhood, Amma used to make it for us then. Apart from the fact that I used to feel guilty for liking something Dad didn’t like, I had my brother for company. We used to feel bad for enjoying without Daddy. But I guess our love for these Adais were more than our guilt struck conscience. Though we complained why Dad never like these delicious crepes, which we devoured with coconut chutney!
But as my bad luck would have it, hubby dear doesn’t like it too. For all that Dosa lover I am, I am bound by restrictions in not making the many varieties I want to. And ever since then, when I sniff these Adais at a place that I may cross or see this on the menu card, I remember all those nights spent longing at my Amma’s side in the kitchen, watching her make those delicious Adais. Not to help things, almost all south Indian bloggers feature these! Each one as tempting as the other, I am left slobbering incapable of making it!
So memories of those nights keep me company when every time it used to be the same, the griddle would not heat up enough or the batter wouldn’t be thin enough to get those thin crepes. The first few would not be given to us. When thin paper crepes made their way, it’s usually to my plate, topped with ghee and cooked over a slow flame. The white coconut chutney, tempered with curry leaves, crunchy Urad dal, yum they make such perfect dip for these Adais. Sree used to tell Amma that she has to make a big bowl of chutney as we used to whip it clean. So much so that Amma would not have anything left for her.
Memories, memories are what carry us forward. And I feel so cherished because my parents always made us feel so special, no matter what happened. Even now they do!
Later when Amma realised that we always miss Dad during such dinners, she started making it on regular days, with something special for him. He used to see us enjoy and keep smiling at us. I think those Adais tasted awesome more because of that!
It’s been a while since I made these. It was rectified with Athamma remembering these and said we should. As expected, we had the Dosa batter on hand too. While authentic Adai has different proportions, this version is more healthy as we have included as many lentils and legumes as we could! It’s packed with protein and great taste.
Since too many ingredients have gone in, the ladle used is very small. Measures about 15 gms appx (1 tbsp). Everything included yielded about 8 – 10 doses of regular size. Also as many dals have been used, this is called Kadambam, which in Tamil means a mix of different things and usually refers to flowers.