Witerati | Of platinum puddings & pancakes

In a month when puddings and platinum pageantry have been the flavour of the season, it’s one other “P” dish that has preoccupied some others.

Whereas a pudding, impressed by the British monarch’s wedding ceremony dessert, Jemma Melvin’s ‘lemon Swiss roll and amaretti trifle” being anointed the winner because the official Platinum Pudding for Queen Elizabeth II’s jubilee celebrations, we lesser mortals had been busier revisiting one other British “P” staple –pancakes.

India might not have made it to the royal excessive desk – with the Indian entry of rose falooda cake from one Shabnam Russo having to be content material with being a mere finalist – sure British flavours had been definitely being toasted with a vengeance nearer house on humble tables. And the way!

Of trifle egg-citement

When a childhood good friend from Melbourne lately visited India after nearly a decade, it spelt reunions with schoolmates and faculty friends left, proper and centre(unfold). What all of it boiled all the way down to was primarily eggs.

So fixated are we on all issues videshi, that we, in India, might generally not fathom the fascination that visiting sections of the Indian diaspora have for issues desi.

The only purpose the stated denizen from the Land Down Underneath was hooked to travelling on the Shatabdi from the nationwide Capital, apparently, needed to do with eggs.

“Nothing fairly beats the style of the omelette served on the Shatabdi,” was the decision dished out by this darling from Australia.

What a revisiting it was to a slice of street-side India. What a reunion it was with flavours on desi wheels!

What the Shatabdi coach maybe seemed like for the subsequent couple of moments was a scene from Rocky and Mayur’s fabled meals present from tv, Freeway On My Plate!

What ensued was, however naturally, selfie-ism’s date with the large stuffy Shatabdi oily omelette.

The curious case of When Holly Met Oily.

Of egg-centric selfie-ism

The following spherical of reunion repasts, too, generated a lot egg-citement. Or somewhat, egg-centricity!

Whereas Oz ooh-ed about omelettes desi, India yearned for revisiting a little bit of Brit on its reunion platter.

What adopted was scouting for the spongiest pancakes on the town. Be it in flavours banana to blueberry, cinnamon-spiced to sherry.

On the finish of the day, it was concerning the pancake as a lot as reunions which can be like life’s icing on the cake.

Reunion selfie-ism, one realised, will be a lot like pancakes.

Some reunion selfies, just like the tempting pancake we tucked into at a cool chocolate eatery that was just about floating on all issues syrupy, drip an excessive amount of.

Drip with candy recollections. Drip with nostalgia. Drip with the maple golden-ness of girlhood adventures. Or some reunion selfies merely drip diamonds!

Then, there may be the reunion selfie-ism that comes neatly structured and stacked. Like that pile of pancakes we did dig into at a backstreet cafe on Metropolis Lovely’s well-known, or notorious, Gehri Route.

Within the model of these stacked pancakes, some reunion selfies, just like the one shared by an adventurous creator good friend lately, come structured, driving “earlier than” and “after” moments. Previous’s pigtailed footage of girlhood, mini mid-riffs peering out of polka-dotted tops, contrasting with modern selfies, midlife peeping out of flabbier ‘frames’. A lot within the method of maple syrup or cream oozing out of pancake platters.

Platinum puddings might come and go, however reunion pancakes certain are not any passing trifles.

The curious case of the Proof of the Pudding is within the Tweeting.

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