Dinner at the Parmar's

I have been talking about my intentions about starting a blog solely on food for quite a long time now. Today, I thought it is time to put all my thoughts about food on a new blog instead of always writing it in a notebook. There is no better way to start any discourse on food than home food. This is about the dinner that my friends (The Amir Ali First Floor Guys in this case) and I were treated to by our pal Manish Parmar and his Mum and Dad.
It was a normal Sunday morning and I wasn’t keeping well (the usual hostel stomach bug) when Manish popped into my room and said “Dhoni, dinner at my place tonight, Mum and Dad want to meet you all, be there.” I said “I am hit by a stomach bug, may not make it” to which he replied “It is my home man, you will feel better for sure.” We all reached Manish’s place at around 8:30 and were warmly greeted by his dad with whom we chatted had a nice chat with the smell of good mutton curry distracting us time and again. When we were told that food was ready all of us ran to get our plates. On the menu was mutton curry, bhindi, curd, salad, flavoured rice and nothing can be complete without rotis. For us who live in hostel what we miss most after our parents is home food. The sight of a table full of home cooked food really gladdened us and we were quickly on to our job. The Mutton was fantastic, all the proportion was perfect. There was enough spice and oil and to top it all it was really soft. The mutton in this case was so perfectly cooked that it nearly melted in our mouth as we started to chew it. The masala would spread on our tongue to give us eternal pleasure. All in all, the mutton was “LegenDary.” Even the marrow was easy to eat and it had really absorbed the gravy which made it even more delicious. We all were eating really quietly; none of us said a word as we indulged ourselves into the eternal pleasure of the mutton gravy. Most of the guys only touched ate only the mutton and weren’t really interested about the bhindi. I for one have always liked bhindi especially the one made at home. The bhindi was fantastic too. It had the right amount of onion and oil. This is the difference between bhindi made at home and in a restaurant. Bhindi made at home is always made in enough oil which allows you to taste it better. The onions too are in good proportion so that they do not steal the taste of the ladyfingers. In restaurants they add a lot of oil and onions which completely steals the taste of the main ingredient. Coming back to the food, the rice was simply home-like. It was just fried in little oil with tej patta, onions and black pepper, an ideal combination with the mutton gravy. We all ate to our hearts content but then again there were some great sweets. The milk cake was the best as it left a nice sugary taste even after swallowing it. As we were ready to leave I was really keen on a photo and everybody obliged and this memory shall stay with me forever. Before leaving all of us really thanked aunty for treating us and expressed our happiness on eating such great food. There is always an extra ingredient in home food you know, it is called love and that is what makes it special.
This post is dedicated to all our Mum’s for always feeding us right since childhood.