Grandmom’s treat


Gone are those days when summer holidays with cousins meant dinner in the backyard, near the well, which every home had. The area around the well usually had a cement floor, in one corner of which was a washing stone to wash clothes. Each home usually had a few coconut trees, and maybe some mango or neem trees.

Dinner with cousins was a fun time, when we would all sit in a semicircle around an aunt or grandma, who would have premixed sambar rice or curd rice in a huge vessel, which she would then pass into each of our cupped hands. We would each have a banana leaf with some vegetable or pickle or papads as accompaniment(s) to the main rice dish.

We would laugh, exchange jokes and talk animatedly as we gobbled up all the yummy food that was given to us.

Cut to the present. We are at my mom’s and my kids and all their cousins of various ages are excitedly making plans for dinner. They decide that dinner with cousins equals pizza. They are soon deeply engrossed in the wide variety of toppings and crust fillings – vociferously debating the merits and demerits of each. The order is finally placed, and soon all of them vanish into their virtual worlds.

My mom, who was busy with her chores when the pizza conversation happened, comes to know about the pizza plans only after she has made her aromatic rasam and has started prepping vegetables for dinner.

When the pizzas are delivered, my mom brings her rasam and leaves it on the table. She tells her grandchildren that they can have the rasam like a soup if they want.

The aroma of melted cheese, bell peppers, olives and all things pizza waft around our home. We sniff appreciatively. The kids go berserk. This is their version of our ‘childhood dinners by the well’ story. The topics of conversation are so different. They talk about memes and their favourite shows and references from these shows. But the camaraderie is the same.

Once the pizzas vanish, my son fills a small bowl with my mom’s rasam. He sits down on the couch and takes a sip. He smacks his lips and slurps the next spoon. “Wow, grandma, this is simply delicious”, he exclaims!!

This is cue enough for the other cousins. All of them fill cups of rasam and sit down to slurp noisily, relishing the taste and sharing silly jokes, while reveling in their grandmom’s love. My mom watches them, a smile playing on her face.

My sisters and I reminisce about the passage of time. As we walk down memory lane, our kids are busy creating their own memories for the future.

8 thoughts on “Grandmom’s treat”

  1. It is the same no matter the culture. The food and rituals may be different, but the memories are similar.
    When my mother died years and years ago and we were sorting out her drawers etc, I found some old recipes of my grandmother that she had saved (not in a book but on scraps of paper). I kept them but will probably never make the dishes, but I do remember the flavors.

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  2. What sweet memories! I love the visual of all the cousins negotiating a pizza order. It is sad to me that so many youth and adults disappear into their phones. It sounds like they managed to pull out of their phones and enjoy each other. Sounds like they got to enjoy the best of both worlds…..your Mom’s food and pizza. Yay!

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    1. Thank you Katelon. I love the way you have talked about the visual of negotiating a pizza order..made me relive that evening all over again. Whether we like it or not, kids these days live partly in the virtual world and all that it entails. I often wonder if we would have been the same if we’s had phones too 😅😅

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      1. I did enjoy our phone…with the long cord, the phone plugged into the wall….a yellow phone. I enjoyed my records and record player, and watched TV some. But even with my severe asthma growing up, in and out of ER’s and hospitals and home from school often, when I was well, I was running everywhere, climbing, wanting to be face to face with people. And even in my alone ill times, I preferred books, my paper dolls that I’d design clothes for and other imagining activities. I love movies and only use my TV for watching DVD movies. I still prefer either being outside or reading inside to using technology. And above all that, I prefer face to face time with people. When I go for daily walks I don’t use my phone other than to take photos and don’t have ear buds in my ear as I prefer saying hello to people and hearing the sounds of nature. So I don’t think I’d of been a techie growing up 🙂

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      2. Lovely to know that Katelon. You write so beautifully that I could visualize each of these moments that you have described. I use my phone quite a bit 😅😅, though my childhood was largely spent outdoors with friends. Makes me wonder 😁😁

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