The Tasty Indian Pride

By Author: ozara
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Growing up in an Indian household from a mediocre city, you somehow indulge in kitchen and cooking. Summers fill in with the aroma of pickles, Papad, Muramba and what not traditional recipes any Maharashtrian household has. As the atmosphere gets colder, the kitchen gets warmer and cosier. From the aromas and crazy neighbours to the warm spicyness and overwhelming mothers bring to us the best chatpatas in the monsoons. The transition of the kitchen as per the climate has always made me indulge in the kitchen diaries I have. But as life grew, so did my reluctance for cooking. I was never a fan of cooking, though all my family just loves to be in kitchen making some new thing, experimenting the traditional recipes. But if you ask me, I really love the stereotypical Indian tastes. Holi calls for malpua, padwa calls for Puranpoli and rains call for kandyachi bhaji. Until recently, I did not worry to go and make something for myself anytime. My eagerly awaiting family was always serving me with things that I would just like to enjoy. But, as people got busy and take away menus piling onto our doors, we sort of drifted from kitchen ...
... to our living room. The family room turned from a general chitter chatter to rumbling tummies. While we were wondering who will take to kitchen I remembered that awesome place where we could spend some quality time and indulge in our favourite foods of indianness. And when I suggested, I was more than happy because my family liked the place just the way I have been liking it since the day I accidentally set my foot onto it.

So here I am taking a time off to talk about something that matters to me and my family the most and which is very close to my heart. In this big fast forwarding home delivery world, where continental cuisines and foreign food has taken its place where will us foolish Indian food lovers find a sanctuary? Us Indian food lovers are constantly on a quest to be treated with the desi taste and desi style eating. Once when I was running late for a meeting, I planned to drop to this place that said a traditional royal dining experience. Half sceptical and half hungry I went ahead to try it. Although experimental but not about outside food, I tried my luck just this one time. And I was astonished, not because of the food or anything of it, but, what I could see in the menu. There was Taak, there was vangyachi bhaji, there was chhunda and then there also was dodkyachi chatni. Most people would not understand what I am blabbering about, but any Maharashtrain can feel what I am talking about. Even after witnessing the menu I didn’t get my hopes high because I do know how it works. Yet again, I was overwhelmed since my judgement was flawed. I asked for the things and to my surprise I was well-fed with exactly what I ordered. And so, I went to my meeting satisfied and well fed by my proxy family O’Zara- the royal dining experience in the hearts of chakan industrial area.

experimenting the traditional recipes | something that matters to me | pickles,papad,muramba