I have a guest blogger today - my daughter Archana - relating her tale of woes as a child not allowed to have preferences in food! I call it learning not to be fussy ;)
Over to Arch:
"When I was a child, I wasn't actually allowed to have food preferences. It was either eat whatever was on my plate, or face the consequences (namely, One Angry Mother). In spite of these strict restrictions, I managed to develop a distaste for capsicums and brinjals. Although my dislike for brinjal faded naturally, the story of how I was fooled into liking capsicum is another kettle of fish.
Over to Arch:
"When I was a child, I wasn't actually allowed to have food preferences. It was either eat whatever was on my plate, or face the consequences (namely, One Angry Mother). In spite of these strict restrictions, I managed to develop a distaste for capsicums and brinjals. Although my dislike for brinjal faded naturally, the story of how I was fooled into liking capsicum is another kettle of fish.
I was probably ten
years old, when my mother decided it would be more fun to have dinner on the
terrace than at home (this was a common phenomenon - perhaps it was easier to
get me to eat my food when there were multiple distractions). I was presented
with a bowl of soup, which smelled delicious. It tasted even better. It was
gone in a matter of minutes. I even ate seconds and thirds. I didn't notice
this at the time, but my mother was wearing a triumphant grin through this
whole event. Still smiling, she asked me if I liked the soup. "Yes, it was
super yummy!" I replied, all innocent. "Would you like to know what
was in it?" Cue evil grin.
I guess you can tell
where this is going by now. Unwittingly, I had admitted to liking capsicum
soup! That was the end of all conversation about capsicum for me. I could no
longer say I hated it, because ONE TIME I liked capsicum soup. This was
definitely a turning point in my childhood, as I realized that even parents
could be manipulative to little children!
Amma: you will be
happy to know that I have developed NEW preferences now. I will no longer eat
cabbage, in revenge for your manipulative tactics. Ha!"
So here's the recipe from conwoman amma for capsicum soup! Makes two large soup bowlsful.
- Capsicum - 1 large - cut into slices
- Tomato - 1 medium - chop
- Onion - sliced - 1 tbsp
- Garlic - 1 flake
- Butter - just a smithereen (chitikedu!)
- Sage - 1 pinch
- Salt
- Sugar - 1/2 tsp
- Pepper - 1/2 tsp
- Ginger - cut into juliennes - 1/4 tsp
- Coriander chopped - 1 tsp - to garnish
Sweat onions and garlic in butter till translucent. Add capsicum, tomato and 1/2 glass water. Cover and cook till vegetables are soft. Let cool and grind to a smooth paste. Strain and discard the lumpy stuff. Add another cup of water, salt, sugar and sage and bring to the boil. Switch off. Fry the ginger juliennes in very little butter and add on top. Sprinnkle coriander and serve. Play the guessing game now - "guess what's in this soup?" till people are ready to murder you. Stop short of actually getting murdered - then you will live to write another day!!
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