Ok, so I had to do it.
You know it is time to do something when finding a recipe in your beloved personal recipe book becomes a more tougher chore than actually cooking it . The quest to organise it fails because you are sidetracked by the recipes that you have jotted down but never taken the time to try out.
My solution : a food blog.
It is hard not to think about legacies when you are sitting with your seven week old daughter on your lap. Especially when your mother is also sitting there advising you on how to raise her. So, there we were, three generations of women,laughing away to glory. A picture perfect moment.
It also brings back memories of my dear bapama (my paternal grand mother) who passed away march last year. She was a robust 80 , a true matriarch who ruled over us(Dad,Mom, bro, me and sis) with an iron hand in a velvet glove. Family was the be all and the end all of her life and she made sure each one of us was imbibed with the family values that she treasured the most. Values that made living in the united states with all the family back in India after marriage even more tougher for me. Tough because with bapama and mom around, I had never bothered to learn to cook the everyday food. My food experiments before marriage were restricted strictly to restaurant and street foods that I would enjoy. Certainly not the kind you can sustain for days on. My attempt to google traditional konkani recipes (Yep,me n hubby hardcore konkanis) came up with nothing great. So after many international phone calls, visits from my mom and mom-in-law, I think I do a pretty decent job of it.
Most of my Konkani dishes have that distinct “bapama” flavor to it. My non-konkani dishes have my mother’s flavors in it . Of course, I have added a whole lot more influences into my cooking since getting married (my mom-in-law’s for instance) annd moving to US (Food Network). This is my attempt to chronicle it all. Hopefully, my “legacy” to my dear daughter Anoushka and my son Aayush.
So dear Anoushka and Aayush, I present to you secrets from Bapama, Mom and Me.
The Past,The Present and Me.