We were a nuclear family but all my holidays were spend in my grandparents place and always hung out in the kitchen with my grandmother…this actually helped me to develop my palate….Adjacent to the kitchen in my grandmothers place, there used to be a small pantry.. now here’s where the kitchen treasures hide out..pickles, sun dried items, century old vessels in copper and brass and even yearly supply of grains and pulses. Out of her pantry flies miraculous items.. one which I was really fancy even to date is her lotus root sundries. Looking like wheels, it was quite fanciful to the child I was.
My picture of thamarai kizhangu seller who used to come with this ugly looking thing in his basket all the way from Palakkad, Kerala is still fresh. I used to patiently sit with my grandmother till washed each one clean and white. then I used to offer my precious help to chop them up and gather them after drying. All the while drooling for the yummy fried vattals
Now with my kids around at a similar stage, I was inspired to try this with them. this time around we get cleaned ones…so they are no longer ugly.
So enjoy the recipe and do ping me to share your adventure