I think I was just 6 or 7 years old, when I ate the Mavadu** with such relish and remember the taste so distinctly. And that water in which it soaks, is actually amrit, in my opinion. All during the teenage years, all of us will be fighting for the tiniest ones in the Mavadu jar, as they are the most delicious.
If I remember well, my biggest competitor was my Dad. The moment, any of us go near to the Mavadu jar, he’ll start shouting and screaming at us….so that, he can save those tiny ones for himself. 😉
Every summer we fought, till we finished all the Mavadus. Not to forget the finger-licking water in which the Mavadu soaks…..OMG, thats the most delicious thing ever. And mind you, not even one person at home will be satisfied with the intake of Mavadu, any season. The heart and of course, the tummy and the tongue, craves for more and more of that yummy Mavadu. 😛 I think it happens in every Mavadu crazy family, and we were the craziest of them. 😀
The best combo with Mavadu, is thayir sadham, which is termed perfectly as the Comfort Food !!! But guess what ? I love Mavadu, with any rice I eat….its the best taste ever and the combo is totally my favorite. 🙂
It was later, when I shifted base to Hyderabad, I realized that the Mavadu bought in the North Mada Street of Mylapore can never ever match any other Mavadu. So, I had to depend upon my mother to send me some yummy and delicious Mavadus, every year.
And whenever the box of Mavadus are being packed for me, my Dad will come and personally inspect the packing – just to make sure those tiny ones are not packed off for me…he he he….he was one crazy Mavadu fan….. 😀 And I’ll be shouting on the phone, from Hyd, about all the big ones and the lacking tiny ones….we both fought so much over the Mavadu. 😀 😀
The best fight was during the visits I make to Chennai, to take the Mavadus. I’ll pack the Mavadu when Dad is not at home. But the moment he comes back, he’ll look into the main jar and the truth is out. LOL !!! He’ll be shouting and shouting and all of us will be laughing at his crazy fondness for the Mavadu, which doesn’t allow him to share it with anybody, not even his daughter. 🙂
This year, I tried my hand at making the Mavadu and its come out brilliant. Look at that picture above – I am proud of myself, at the outcome. Its perfect and yummy and I’ve lots and lots, even a whole jar for my Dad, if I can send some up there.
And when I have everything to myself, I don’t feel the josh to eat. I miss those Mavadu fights with Dad, which made eating the Mavadu, even more a wonderful occasion.
We heard that we need to give ppl, what my Dad loved to eat. And so, for this month’s ceremony, we are planning to give Mavadu. Hope u are happy about that, Appa. And I also feel, u’ll be tasting ur share, from there.
**Mavadu are tiny mangoes, soaked in salt and seasoned with mustard and chillies.
Sorry abt not replying to the comments….comp time for me is lessened with girls at home, fighting with me for it…. 😉 But I make sure that I read every blog possible, in the time I get for myself.