When I was studying LKG, my
teachers took us on an excursion to the famous snake park. No,
please don’t jump into any conclusions.
I haven’t fallen in love with snakes. In fact I have Ophidiophobia. I wondered why they took us there in a
bus. There were so many in our school
and neighbourhood!
It wasn’t snakes, but the
snacks our teachers distributed in small packs during our visit that day that I
fell for. Plastic covers were unheard of
those days and the food was wrapped in butter paper. The pack contained some food, as big as my
palm. It was orange in colour and due to
the oil, the butter paper became all the more transparent and the beautiful
design was visible. I just fell for
it. I didn’t know what it was. The
colour, the spiral design and the aroma were very appealing. From my childhood, I don’t relish
sweets. But that day, knowing fully well
that it was some kind of sweet, I decided to taste it. The taste too was heavenly. I learnt from my friends, that it was called “jangri”.
(It is called Imarti in North India).
The excitement, the image and
the taste remained with me ever after.
I always wondered how it was
made! My mother too didn’t know what it
was made of. My parents never liked
getting cooked or processed food from outside.
On a few occasions, when my dad’s friends gifted assorted sweets during
festivals, I tasted the jangri alone.
We had a huge grinder stone at
home and many of our neighbours used it to grind batter from lentils and rice,
whenever huge quantities were required and during one such occasion in a
neighbour’s house, a cook came and manually ground the batter for making
jangris. That was the first time I learnt
about the main ingredient. Till then, I
didn’t know what it was made of. The
cook used our grinding stone to grind batter from Urad Dal (Black gram). He did
the grinding without adding any additional water to the soaked lentils. He did
it pretty fast and he made huge balls with the batter and put them in a tub of
water. The batter balls floated and then
once it was finely ground, he took them again out of the tub and after
straining the water put them back on the stone and added food colour and mixed
it thoroughly. He did not add anything
else to it. He took the batter with him to my neighbour’s house. I was very curious to see him cook, but I
didn’t dare to ask my mother to permit me to go and watch the work.
From the day I saw the cook
prepare the batter, I wanted to try to make jangris at home. My mother was very strict (Oh she is still
very strict) and didn’t allow me to experiment in the kitchen. (In fact, I first cooked in my neighbour’s
house. I boiled rice on firewood and made chutney with curry leaves).
Years passed and I continued
to dream, dream to make jangris.
After I started working, most
of my colleagues came to know of my love for jangris. Whenever they made and bought jangris at
their homes, they shared it with me. Two
of my colleagues’ mothers made them very regularly at homes and they discussed
the recipe with me. Gathering a lot of
courage, I declared to my mother that I would make jangris at home. Though she didn’t like me doing it, she
permitted. It was for a Deepavali. Most of the times, it rains heavily in
Chennai during Deepavali and that particular year, there was a cyclone and many
trees fell down and there was a power cut.
I had soaked the urad dal and waited for the power to resume, to grind
it. I wasn’t fortunate that day and had
to manually grind it. It was very tough
and somehow I managed. But the batter
consistency was not up to the mark. I
took a piece of cloth, made a buttonhole and took the batter into the cloth and
tried to squeeze it into the oil. Oh my
God! I just could not do it at all. The
batter was leaking from all sides and the batter that was squeezed into the oil
was going out of shape and were no where near the size, shape and colour of the
jangris. I some home finished frying
them and soaked them in sugar syrup. My mother
loves feeding us, more particularly my brothers and soon after they step into
the house, she would appear with a plate of snacks every time. On that day, my second brother came and as
usual, she filled a plate with my jangris (I actually have to give them a new
name) and handed it to him without mentioning what it was. He started eating
them and asked, why I had added colour to garelu and soaked them in sugar
syrup. (Garelu is donut shaped snack
made with urad dal. It is also known as Vada).
After that episode, my mother categorically told me that I should stop
my experiments in her kitchen.
I refrained from that activity
for a while, but the desire has always been bothering me. Recently, a friend of mine had shared a video
of making jangris on Facebook and it looked so simple. Today, unannounced, I tried making it and it
has come out reasonably well. It took more than four decades for me to try out
something I wanted to successfully. I am
happy. My mother too is happy. Soon after I finished making them, my brother
visited us with his friends and my mother enthusiastically offered them
jangris. Success! They have eaten and have recognised them as
jangris!
P.S. Sorry for the deceptive title
Happy for you. I can understand your joy to see long awaited desires come true
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