I have talked about my dida on my blog and I often refer
her for her legendary culinary skills. But later I realized am not doing
justice to her better half, my Dadu (grandfather) who was the sole inspiration
for her cooking. Before my marriage the saying that way to a man’s heart is
through his stomach never made any sense to me. But I understand it now.
Dadu was a complete foodie and he always inspired and
supported his wife for whatever she wanted to do. He had a very busy job and
responsibility of a huge family but always took time to enjoy the smallest
pleasures of life. I still remember his smiling face when we all used to gather
during our vacations and every morning would request for something or the
other. The requests were small but he would put the effort to go to the market
and buy the things. We specially looked forward to his trips to the nearest
Town in the beginning of every month to collect his pension. As it meant rare
treats like pastries or Kwality ice creams for us. though he was very gentle
and level headed but my mother claims he was very strict during their growing
years. If anything to go by her stories we always found ourselves fortunate not
to witness that side of his persona.
