My love for jalebi that knows nothing
Jalebi qualifies as the first dessert I have had and known. Till date, it is the only dessert that I think of if you ask me my dessert choices. Jalebi is not just food for me. It’s emotions, love, festival and vacation.
Sundays were the days that we used to have breakfast as a family. Other days of the week, the three of us used to rush to school and Papa‘s schedule was different. So that one day of the week, breakfast was special and bought – jalebi, kachori and aaloo ki subzi. Growing up, I don’t remember a Sunday without a plate of this north Indian delicacy. When a food item is such an integral part of a household, children know how to make it taste different. During those days, I could have it plain, with milk or curd, like a roll with pooris and then as leftover straight from the refrigerator. As long as it is at home, it used to find a way into my stomach.
As I think of our vacations to our grandparents’, there used to be conversations around where would the best jalebi be available and then the very next day of our arrival, jalebi would be out on the breakfast table. Have it the way you want and enough for everyone. Crispy, juicy and hot.
Come festivals like Rakshbandan, Chitragupt pooja or Bhai duj, along with some other sweets (which I don’t want to remember) there was jalebi. Again, from the best place in town.
A small celebration or a big one meant jalebi.
There are Sundays I want to wake up with jalebi in the kitchen. When I go to restaurants that offer buffet meals, I hope that they include this one dessert. Last year, when I planned the menu for my friend GK’s wedding, I ensured that one of the spread included jalebi. I walk into my office cafeteria hoping that they may have jalebi for dessert. I pass by the Kota Kachori in Bangalore and imagine myself pulling over to have some and get it packed for home too.
At Kurukshetra or Azamgarh, Bangalore or Delhi – I am always looking out for the best place in town. I love it with all my heart, soul, taste buds and stomach. Surprisingly, I have also reached a state where I crave more than I eat. The sugar and the fried preparation, and the tons of calories that it contains makes me relish it with my eyes more than I do with my taste buds. But when I get a chance to eat, I do not regret.
For day 13 of #NaBloPoMo, I am writing about my favorite food. The one I can have instead of ganga jal when I leave for my heavenly abode.