There are some dishes that define your childhood, that take you back to your childhood, make you smile mostly. But some make you cringe, not because they don’t taste good but because you have eaten them so much while growing up that the name itself puts you off. Dry dal is one such dish. My sister has always been a very picky eater, one could count on fingers (of one hand mind you) the number of vegetables she ate, and dals she would only eat only with rice and since we were majority a roti eating family that was always an issue and then my mum discovered “dry dal”. The sister would actually eat it and hence we had to eat it three times a week. Sigh you get why the name puts me off.
However some days ago when the child told me let’s make something new, I decided to give the dry dal a try again and guess what everyone at home loved it. I won’t be making it three times a week but I bet this is gonna be a regular at home now.
Source – my ma.