So few days ago while cooking this refreshing dish, I was watching over my toddler play with some of his toys few feet away from where I was standing. Sometime later he started chewing on one of his toy and I like any other dutiful mother asked him to stop. The naughty toddler that he is continued to chew on it ignoring my willful pleas, so I scornfully said "S, you are a Bad Boy, stop chewing it".
Now I was expecting that he would listen to me and stop chewing, but instead he said "Amma Bad Boy". That totally caught me off-guard as I was hearing it for the first time and I ended up laughing loudly and giving the toddler a big hug.
It's one of those wired things that kids say but to me it seemed very funny more so because it was coming from somebody not more than 3 feet tall, bundle of innocence who until "yesterday" could not even sit, let alone talk. I had heard him say words, but not sentences and this seemed like a sentence to me albeit an unconventional one.
Anyway,
June… A month of heavy down pours, loud claps of thunders, sharp lightening… Yes. I am talking about Indian Monsoon rain. It is raining here in UK but I still miss the monsoon rain. For me they were always wild yet serene. I miss the heavenly smell of damp earth when the rain hits the ground for the first time, first drop of rain falling on my face, subtle scents of jasmine from garden, aroma of
June… A month of heavy down pours, loud claps of thunders, sharp lightening… Yes. I am talking about Indian Monsoon rain. It is raining here in UK but I still miss the monsoon rain. For me they were always wild yet serene. I miss the heavenly smell of damp earth when the rain hits the ground for the first time, first drop of rain falling on my face, subtle scents of jasmine from garden, aroma of
June… A month of heavy down pours, loud claps of thunders, sharp lightening… Yes. I am talking about Indian Monsoon rain. It is raining here in UK but I still miss the monsoon rain. For me they were always wild yet serene. I miss the heavenly smell of damp earth when the rain hits the ground for the first time, first drop of rain falling on my face, subtle scents of jasmine from garden, aroma of
This is one of the very traditional recipes which rules the kitchen cabinets during rainy days and wintry nights in South India. The place where I come from has very hot summers and wild monsoon rains. Every summer, eating cartons of golden mangoes and spending most of our time at our grandma’s place, I have grown up with watching my Amma and grandma prepare hundreds of Happala (Papadam), Sendige and Majjige Menasu which is also called as Balaka. It's a bit of pain to prepare these munchies in scorching heat. But, at the same time very rewarding in heavy monsoon days. The simple pleasure of munching sweet and spicy Papadams with a hot cup of coffee, while the rain drops danceing to the tunes of heavy thunders are one of my best days of my life. Thud… Coming back to reality, here is a HOT recipe for preparing Balakas (Dahi Mirchi). This is for all who love spicy chillies especially for my dear friend Dilip who is crazy about chillies(Checkout his hot chilli recipes here). Majjige
