From that first blob of homemade applesauce she fed you when you were a toothless infant, right upto keeping up with your ever-shifting, eclectic food choices over your growing up years, be it vegetable stew or egg curry, butter chicken or crab croquette, fruit custard or gulab jamoon, it’s Mommy who has always known best. She’s never complained about the nicks and burns she’s endured while slaving in front of the stove to appease your palate. The burnt toasts that she chewed and chomped on furtively while you relished your perfectly browned, buttered ones, won’t even get a secret diary mention. Thus and so, it’s easy to get simmered in a mushy stew over Mommy. Yet, one must rise above the mawkish mood when it’s time to say thank you in as minuscule a manner as one possibly can.
And it’s that time of the year yet again..but even just talking about whipping up breakfast-in-bed for Mom seems prosaic. The very mention of eggs Benedict or bhurji, French toast or chutney-glazed sandwiches, pancakes or dosas, hot chocolate or a cup of regular old coffee..abrades the ears, even if you’re a Mom hoping to be dazzled by the culinary trials of your hubby and children. The thought of dragging poor Mommy, who possibly just wants to roll up her cozies and sink into the snug layers of down in her bed, out to a fancy bistro where tall martinis are served with lavish pesto-creamed cavatapi..sounds a trifle too theatrical. The Tadka Moms had to get on the case for this one, and while we’re secretly wishing upon our stars that our hubbies will take a cue and don on their chef hats, along with their little helpers in frilly aprons for us, we’d like to raise a toast to our Moms and to all the Moms in the world who have always known best.
Just as Mommy is whisked away to the backyard or garden and handed her gifts, she could use a drink to chill and revel in the precious initial moments. Perhaps a string of jade will set the right tone to the fandango playing in her head, even as this Ber-mango quenches her thirst, drop after luscious drop. Or maybe a cook book she's always had her eyes on will fetch the Daddy-kiddy gang some extra points, along with this very merry mocktail they've whipped up in a jiff. While Daddy peeled and cut up a ripe mango, the kiddy gang gathered a handful of freshly washed blueberries, throwing them in the blender with a splash of orange juice, some rock salt, a couple of mint leaves, 2-3 tablespoons of sugar and some cold water or ice. Daddy then put in the mango and pureed it all up, while a tall glass was readied for a fill up to let Mommy kick-start her special day, and the rest divided among the members of the hardworking team.
A fitting finale..a chaotic concoction of all things decadent to indulge Mommy's sweet-tooth. It's down to the wire, as Director Dad and his little helpers huddle up to debate over her favorite sundae mix-ins - cubes of pound cake, crushed cookies, whole berries or sliced bananas? The winning morsels are then submerged in vanilla ice cream in a long-stemmed goblet, topped with a cascade of chocolate sauce, showered with toasted nuts and crowned with a white truffle from her freshly unwrapped gourmet canister. When it is presented with a messy flourish to Mommy, she must have the last word - handing out spoons to everyone, and in a flurry of delight, tasting, teasing and applauding..it's scooped and smacked up to the last drop.
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