FOOD FOR THOUGHT

When I am served with Lentils and Rice,
I think why can’t I have something Nice.

When I am given Rotis made of Wheat,
I wish if I could have a better Treat.

When my parents ask me to eat Spinach,
I think why can’t they let me have Pastries and Cake.

When I am forced to eat green Vegetables,
My mind dreams of Burgers or other such Eatables.

When elders tell me that Fruits should be eaten because they have Vitamin A, B, C, D & E,
I think of an excuse I could make for leaving the place and just flee.

When I’m told that Pizza and Chowmien are not worth eating,
I get frustrated, and it makes my mind start Heating.

When my parents ask me to drink vegetable Soup,
I feel like having a chocolate ice cream with three large Scoops.

When they want me to eat cereals like Cornflakes,
I want to eat five stars and other such Chocolates.

If somebody asks me about my favourite drinking Picks,
Coca-Cola and Sprite would be my answer instead of Horlicks.

These are the poetic thoughts that dwelt in my mind of eleven and twelve,

Today when I am of age, I very cautiously delve. 

Today Food is just not a Priority,
As meagre it gets as your Seniority,
Breakfast is skipped and lunch missed on Majority,
But for me, Dessert still, holds an Authority.

Medicines are the prefix and suffix to each Meal,
Nothing is delicious and yummylicious – I can’t Feel,
Choices are healthy, and calories are terrible to Deal,
I miss my childhood enthusiasm and that foodie’s Zeal.

Life has given us so much mess to Fix,
Kept aside my forks and all my Chopsticks,
Nauseous are my French Fries and those Cheesesticks,
Now I thrive on Ready to Cook meals and quick Fix.

Bon Apettite!

MEMORIES OF A TASTE BUD

food-878445_1280What is the tastiest food you have ever eaten? Well, I certainly can’t forget some dishes. They made an unforgettable mark on my taste buds. It’s not that I start salivating when I think about them, but I certainly remember them with a certain fondness. They say best things in life are unexpected and so it happened with me.

LUNCH IN SONADA:

I was travelling to Darjeeling with my parents in the year 2002. We got down at Sonada which is about 20 kilometers from the famous hill station. Dad knew a few people at the novitiate there so we tagged along with him. The novitiate was located on a hill slope. A thin veil of fog covered the basketball court outside.  It was afternoon and yet there was no sign of the sun. We were hungry and one of the Salesian fathers led us to their cafeteria.

The beef I ate there was out of this world. Soft and succulent, my taste buds relished every piece of it before swallowing. I don’t know how they prepared it. It wasn’t spicy (which is the way I like) but it had an incredible taste. It wasn’t fried as much as I can remember. I have asked mom to prepare beef in that particular fashion but she never perfected it although once she came fairly close. May be it is something to do with the altitude of Sonada and the air pressure there.

DINNER AT A PUB IN SALUGARA:

It was my friend’s birthday. We went to this small pub in the northern edges of my home town. I was not sure what to expect in that place. The waiter, a young Nepali boy served us plates of “chilly pork”. I am not a big fan of pork. Although, in my childhood days I used to have plenty of it at my aunt’s place. It usually contains lot of fat and I had grown out of it eventually. This preparation seemed different. They had removed the extra fat and the garnishing of onions along with the spices made it yummy. It was better than any chilly chicken I had eaten before. I have not eaten much pork after that except for pepperoni on countable number of occasions. That has been the tastiest pork yet.

HOT GULAB-JAMUNS:

I was with my parents again as we strolled through the crowded Hill-cart road. The Durga Puja celebrations were in full flow. The drums were beating loudly from the various pandals. The strips of decorative lightings hung over the roads and the bamboo structure with lighting patterns marked the edges of the small streets leading to another pandal.  The festive atmosphere kept everyone in high spirits.

 After a long walk we stopped for dinner. I can’t recollect what we had in the main course, but I certainly remember the dessert. The medium sized gulab-jamun took the tongue by surprise with its amount of warmth.  It was delicious and the taste spread as it gradually melted in my mouth. I took another piece and it certainly felt heavenly. Even mom and dad liked it a lot. From then on I have always preferred hot gulab-jamuns.

Enjoy your food and cherish the foodie memories. Like they say, “best things in life are unexpected” and sometimes you will find out that the best food in life is unexpected too.

Peter Minj