No one does decadent desserts better than (sweeping generalization alert:) South Asians during festive holidays like Diwali. With the cornucopia of traditional goodies eaten, the festival of lights should really be called the festival of sweets. “Mithai” the name for South Asian sweets consists of items like “galab jamuns” “laddoos”, “barfis” and “halwas” and are a cross between confectionary treat, snack, and a dessert of sorts.
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I am done with traditional apple pie.
I admit this post was meant to be about how I excel at pie crust making. How I can combine a few ingredients like butter, salt, flour, and water and create a flaky sensation.
I won’t lie, I am confident in my pie-crust making, because I was (sort of still am) a Martha Stewart acolyte. In my early teens, before Martha Stewart’s financial woes, I was fascinated by Stewart’s uber-domesticity. I put her on a pedestal and felt enormously guilty I wished Martha Stewart was secretly my mother. My mom on the other hand thought it was pretty funny, I would be so taken by this woman who valorized home keeping. She wasn’t hurt. Rather she was happy another woman was helping to championing her daughter into the world of food and home life.
My mom’s Catch-22: not eating meat, but cooking it with precision. Being vegetarian has been her lifelong personal choice. Perhaps growing up in India and cooking a multitude of veggies, beans, and lentils led to this decision. Or, maybe it was because she never really liked the texture or sight of meat, so eating it halfheartedly seemed, pretty silly.
While she may not enjoy meat, she takes great pride in making something that will ensure good eating for everyone else. If you ask her about curry chicken, she always tells the same story. Growing up in her Punjab village, it was her responsibility to make curry chicken on Diwali. The story always starts with her scrubbing the massive pot in preparation. Diligently, mashing onions, garlic, ginger, and chilies to a fine paste with a mortar and pestle. Careful to remind me that no food processor was accessible.