I have a lot of good memories connected to Paranthas. Yummy plain triangle parantha with a bowlful of delicious subzi. Or stuffed Paranthas with a generous dollop of butter. I really love them all.
I remember going and staying at my maternal grandparents house during all my school breaks. One week was always reserved for staying over there. Even though we lived in the same city, overnight stays were rare during regular school year. So my grandparents had made it mandatory for us to choose one week and stay there.
My mum is the youngest amongst her 3 siblings. She has an elder brother and sister. My maasi (aunt) has 2 daughters (R &S) who are both older to me and my mama (uncle) has a daughter(M) who is younger than me.The 4 of us have always been pretty close. While R was a little older to us, S and me were the closest in age and we were thick as thieves. So we would choose a week which all of us could spare and go for the stay together. The more the merrier !!
You know growing up in India, how each season has a special bond with a particular food/vegetable/fruit. It was not the time of the big supermarket chains. So we all waited for winter when the seasonal vegetables were many and in abundance. I still remember going to the vegetable market with my dadu(grandpa) and during winters there was a special energy and happiness around. Of course my innocence would associate the happiness with Christmas and Santa but with age I have realized that winter was the time the vegetables were fresh and cheap. Anyway I think I have digressed enough to make you forget what I was saying. Did I even start yet ?? Yes it’s about memories and Paranthas !!!
During these breaks, our grand parents would indulge us with a lot of delicacies. I remember we would have a lot of different types of pickles in the afternoon lazing in the warm sun. Of course lunch would be typical dal, chaawal, subzi and some fish. These never got our attention as much as our grandma would like but it was the dinner that would have us drooling since evening.
Everyday would be a different kind of parantha. Somedays it was stuffed. You name it and we would have it – alu, gobi, muli, methi, palak, paneer, keema to name a few. Of course she would also make plain triangle, square parantha somedays with her special subzi. It’s amazing how just a bite of parantha takes me to those cold winter nights when we would sit in a circle on the floor and dida(grandma) would serve us those delicious goodness. I can almost still smell them. Hear the laughter and the conversation. Feel the slight chill. It’s really magical how a little smell, taste can take you to a different era of your life.
While I’am not the ‘those-good-old-days’ type of a person but sometimes I miss our simple childhood pleasures. So during Daughter’s winter break I decided to make paneer parantha for a Saturday brunch. And even though it wasn’t anything like the ones I remember from childhood but I know dida would be proud. While the taste was a wee bit different, happiness was the same. While the effort was a little too much for a weekend morning but still there was a satisfaction in serving Daughter with something wholesome. As for the memories, we decided to make some new ones when Daughter helped me make the paranthas 🙂 .