"Isn't that incredible how a terribly bitter seed when fried and mixed with spices, results in a very aromatic and nutty flavour?", Srijanani was on a song that day. It does happen with her at times when she gets both emotional and philosophical at the same time. The best thing for anyone to do would be to listen to her because she speaks sense in a poetic manner.
"We should appreciate the first ones who realised the taste and flavour of these seeds", she continued. "How could they even imagine adding this bitter taste to Mango and come up with a pickle as tasty as Menthikaya?"
"Amma, I guess she is hungry," Srikanth remarked lazily. "I agree with him" Gangadharam joins Srikanth.
I think, amongst all of us, it was Ananthanarayana who was listening to her indulgently. Because I could see the emotive reflection of every word she spoke on his face. "hmm, foodies" I said to myself.
"I agree with you. The very aspect of experimenting with various flavours and hitting the right sweet spot mesmerises me." Ananth chimed in, finally.
"It is getting very heavy, let us break for lunch" Gangadharam dropped the anchor and concluded by saying "You know what, I understood that these two are dying to eat Menthikaya today. But, I think they could have made the request a bit simpler!"
"Gangadharam at his best." told myself while dragging Ananth with me to set up the lunch table.
