The taste of food is a strange memory, dependent on mood,hunger and locale. Probably the same food made with culinary expertise backed by degrees and served on fancy crockery in a posh place would taste way poorer.
Near the Gir sanctuary are a few shops selling snacks . We are on a holiday. We are hungry and it is a very hot afternoon. We are skeptical as we open the newspaper packet tied with a string ,still warm from the frying pan. Smaller packets are also untied. A baffling array awaits us. Deep fried Ghatiya, light yellow and warm, to be eaten with the grated gajar ( the larger dark red carrot) and hot green chillies, also deep fried. Our driver watches with amusement, the family 'from South' attacking the snaky yellow strands.
The same day, after a visit to the Devariya Interpretation Centre (lions in captivity), we walk up to the same joint to sit inside and enjoy ghatiya.
The boy takes our order and the man sitting before the huge wok of oil gets to work right away. If you don't worry about the health aspect (for once we didn't), you can lose yourself in the pleasures of an ingenuous snack . It tasted just as good, and now he provided us a jug of sweet chutney to douse the fire of the chillies.
How did people figure out these accompaniments?
We washed it down with hot tea (normal sugar was twice what we had planned to avoid) and paid the fifty rupees. I noted a family enjoying a cousin of ghatiya , Fafda, sheet-like.
Next time, we tell ourselves.
Another taste of India discovered.
Near the Gir sanctuary are a few shops selling snacks . We are on a holiday. We are hungry and it is a very hot afternoon. We are skeptical as we open the newspaper packet tied with a string ,still warm from the frying pan. Smaller packets are also untied. A baffling array awaits us. Deep fried Ghatiya, light yellow and warm, to be eaten with the grated gajar ( the larger dark red carrot) and hot green chillies, also deep fried. Our driver watches with amusement, the family 'from South' attacking the snaky yellow strands.
The same day, after a visit to the Devariya Interpretation Centre (lions in captivity), we walk up to the same joint to sit inside and enjoy ghatiya.
The boy takes our order and the man sitting before the huge wok of oil gets to work right away. If you don't worry about the health aspect (for once we didn't), you can lose yourself in the pleasures of an ingenuous snack . It tasted just as good, and now he provided us a jug of sweet chutney to douse the fire of the chillies.
How did people figure out these accompaniments?
We washed it down with hot tea (normal sugar was twice what we had planned to avoid) and paid the fifty rupees. I noted a family enjoying a cousin of ghatiya , Fafda, sheet-like.
Next time, we tell ourselves.
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