“There is no love sincerer than the love of food,”
George Bernard Shaw
A year in the country that was not mine,
I had missed both home-cooked and luxurious Indian cuisine.
Aaah!!! The tantalizing aroma and the savoring flavor,
My taste buds wished for morsel of food which had mumma’s spices and labor.
On the way back home, there were thoughts of many,
But what ruled my mind was Family, Friends and Food nothing-less-than yummy.
Happy, cheerful faces greeted me delectably, delightfully,
I was elated, dog-tired and hungry, yours truly.
The aroma from the dining table was mesmerizing, overpowering and apparent,
Real Indian food, assorted delicacies lay there in serving bowls crystal clear, pristine and transparent.
Tomatoes, olives, onions, cucumber, carrots made an interesting salad mixture,
Boiled corns shone bright and yellow through transparent vessel in lashings of buttery texture.
My favorite Kadhai Paneer adorned with cottage cheese and green peas,
And spicy Chicken Curry with the rising aroma looked like a feast to my eyes.
The tamarind, chili, mint chutney got my nose running even before it reached my lip,
Boiled eggs arranged atop fragrant fried rice called to be mopped with the last bit of curry on plate tip,
To put my storming hunger pangs at rest,
Mom had spread a neat and beautiful dinnerware which complemented her culinary skills at best.
Precisely prepared ingredients made the food taste absolutely lovely and filling,
The microwaveable dish-ware in their crystal looks made me lusted and willing.
My gastronomical desires were met with Tangible, Tempting and Tastier Platefuls,
Dad served the fruit custard from glass casserole into my clear bowl in spoonfuls,
Creamy, buttery, freshly baked bitter-sweet confectionery helpings,
Whipped, drizzled with nuts, served in square shaped dishes looked ravishing.
After the beautiful treat to my eyes, nose, taste buds and digestive juices,
Mumma poured me tangy Aam panna in the gorgeous vision glasses.
The colorful lids were placed back on the Borosil mixing bowls and dishes,
I couldn’t thank Mom enough for taking care of my wishes.
I felt eternally pacified,
With my love for tasty and beautiful food amplified.
This is an entry for ‘My Beautiful Food‘ contest organized by Indiblogger and Borosil.