Aloo ..... meri jaan
I have never been able to understand the fixation of Indian moms of last generation with the Aloo. The amazement started with visit to my in laws just after marriage. A huge...like huge can was filled with fried aloo papads... I wondered why she needed so much with just two of them staying. The entrepreneur in me said.. She would be selling these.. good business.. The next day she fried them...them all..and kept them in front of my lazy husband..... I was in the " so much calorie??" phase... my jaw dropped to see him.. munch away the papads one after the other...crunch crunch crunch...there goes another one.. before the plate finished it was dutifully replenished by my mil... who had that satisfying look...mere bachhe ne kuch khaya... Before the afternoon seista with the aloo papads finished... I could hear my mil discuss... aaj aloo paratha banega....next day morning.. it was aloo poha, lunch was aloo matar, aloo gobhi...and so on No vegetable was left alone.