After a long hiatus, (probably longest I have been absent from the blog) I am back today with a recipe. I know I have a lot of explaining to do, but I will leave that for another day. And even though I am back I am not sure whether the recipe I am sharing today can be considered a recipe. It also probably doesn’t fit too well in the GMT frame of things since its core ingredient is motichoor ke ladoo, an ingredient which is not easily available outside of India. But I just needed to post something. I have missed this space, but somehow I have not been able to find the time and the right frame of mind to post something. And that’s why instead of posting nothing for another GMT, I thought I’ll post something and let you all know that I am alive and so is the blog.
With the wedding season in full bloom here in India, our house is flooded with wedding invitations and boxes of sweets. I spent a week in Jaipur at a fun destination wedding and got back with me tons of memories and two big boxes of motichoor ke ladoo.
Moti is the hindi word for pearls. Choor means crushed. And that is what this indian sweet, favorite of many, is- tiny crushed pearls of gram flour/besan soaked in syrup and combined together to make round balls of sweet goodness.
Yesterday was Janmashtami, a Hindu festival celebrating the birth of Krishna, an avatar of the god Vishnu.
Sri Krishna taught us Karma Yoga. He strongly dictated in Gita that a man is bound to get the fruits of his actions. If he has done good actions/deeds throughout his life, he will get good results. Karma yoga is action (karma) performed without expectations or thought of reward. This selfless service of karma yoga is the path by which the mind is most quickly purified and its limits transcended.
Growing up as a Sikh, Janmashtami was just another holiday for me. But for V, a Hindu, its always been an important festival. His parents keep a fast the whole day on Janamasthami, only breaking it after offering prayers to Lord Krishna around midnight.
Though I did not keep a fast, I did not eat anything till I took a bath and first offered some food to the idol of Lord Krishna (I know that’s no feat but I thought I’ll mention it nonetheless ). Sweets and desserts are the most preferred dishes for Janamashtami offerings, because Lord Krishna was known for his sweet tooth and generally some kind of kheer or Halwa is offered to him.
So, I took upon myself to make Halwa (pronounced hull-wa).
Halwa is a popular Indian dessert made from various kinds of fruits, vegetables, grains and lentils. If using fruits in Halwa, they are grated finely and fried in ghee and sugar. Nuts and milk may also be added. Halwas have the consistency of a very thick pudding.
My trials with halwa making haven’t been too great. In the past I have tried making Sooji Halwa (made from semolina), one of V’s favorite desserts. The first time was a disaster and the timing of it couldn’t have been more perfect (read about that disaster here). Of course now I have a failproof recipe for Sooji ka halwa.
This time I thought I would make halwa from whole wheat flour- atte ka halwa (atta/atte is the hindi word for whole wheat flour). Personally, I prefer the whole wheat one to the semolina one, probably because that was generally what my mom made and carries with it a lot of memories.
After my 10th standard exams, my dad got posted to Delhi. Now 10th and 12th are crucial years for Indian students- the Board exam years. So when my dad got posted to Jaisalmer, (Rajasthan) during my 12th standard, in the middle of the school year, my mom decided to stay back with me in Delhi, and join him after I was done with my exams.
Now, like me, my mom used to get lazy to cook elaborate meals with my dad not there. Plus, I was fine with eating easier to cook one dish meals like parantha, and rajma chawal. And for dessert, almost everyday, both she and I would have atte ka halwa. She would just make enough for the two of us, with each serving consisting of 5-6 bites. But she would make sure it was made properly, with no skimping on the amount of ghee. It was a thing my mom and I shared and I will always treasure those afternoons for the fun we used to have eating and enjoying the halwa she made.