Sunday, April 13, 2025

Melting Potluck

People worry quite a bit about social media and its effects upon society, their children and so on, but I must admit that in the limited and rather benign way I use it, I’m enjoying this phase of the Internet enormously. My mother for one would have LOVED Instagram.

Particularly food! Growing up, I think households stuck with their traditional ways of doing things. As a young, inexperienced householder, my mother’s talimpu or chaunk, her mix of spices, even her preferred way of chopping vegetables displayed a certain particularity; a style made up with a few elements – certainly including her caste, her region, her mother’s ways of doing things. She branched out hugely as she went on, loading more variety in a meal than we could possibly eat.

I, who wasted my mother’s presence while I had it by not learning very much, am not very hardwired. My knowledge for whatever I may seek comes from Youtube Akka, the collective sorority on the web. Some searches go back, diving into traditional recipes, some expeditions are made into the brave new world of other cuisines and experimentation.

“Akka, pandu mirchi pachchadi cheyyadam…?”

“Idigomma, ila!”

“HoLige maaDo vidhana?” 

“Yes, yes, sariyagi noDulkoLi…”

“Maami, kozhukattai eppadi…” 

“First outer maavu panDradu kattikonga…”

And then there is the unsought. I had no idea the humble rava coupled with a cup of curd could be so versatile. And then there are combinations that I had not previously considered.

One of my favourite summer recipes has come to be this lovely cold soup, which was described as a kind of gazpacho. It pairs cucumbers and green grapes with yoghurt. I don’t know what Ayurveda has to say about it, but I have decided it’s worth the risk.

In my version, in go a couple of green chillies, some black peppers, four or five bird eye chillies, two pods of garlic, pink salt and a dash of olive oil. The addition of dill makes it fabulous but equally nice are coriander and mint. Blend it all and serve chilled.


Sunday, January 12, 2025

माता भूमिः पुत्रो अहं पृथिव्याः

Idly, the other day, I asked Grok for a poem on nature. Whether dear Mary Oliver is the go-to on such subjects or if the omniscient Internet trackers know of my love for her, I don’t know. However, it offered to me this painfully beautiful poem:

Sleeping In The Forest

I thought the earth remembered me, she
took me back so tenderly, arranging
her dark skirts, her pockets
full of lichens and seeds. I slept
as never before, a stone
on the riverbed, nothing
between me and the white fire of the stars
but my thoughts, and they floated
light as moths among the branches
of the perfect trees. All night
I heard the small kingdoms breathing
around me, the insects, and the birds
who do their work in the darkness. All night
I rose and fell, as if in water, grappling
with a luminous doom. By morning
I had vanished at least a dozen times
into something better.

***

So vivid, I could feel around me also dark, rich soil. Slightly moist under my fingers and more than a little alive. My ear pressed against quiet rustles in the earth.

I asked Grok immediately to give me an image depicting this beautiful scene. The results were nice but a bit limited.
 

 

I hopped across to Dall-e, my old favourite, with the same request and the response was a bit more fantastical and pleasing to me. 

The first image had exquisite balance but issues with rendering the human face. 


A tweak of the prompt yielded this.

What do you think?