Regular readers of this blog and the ones who have read any of my interview’s in media have often heard about a tutty fruity cake that my mom used to bake. That I grew up eating as a child. It is one of the strongest food memory I have from childhood.
I have very fond memories of me sitting with mom and assembling this cake, eating little tutty fruity along side and getting gently scolded by mom for that. Of licking batter from the mixing bowl resulting in a slightly paining stomach in the night (I had a sensitive stomach growing up and raw eggs won’t sit with me) but hiding it from mom or she wouldn’t allow me to do that next time.
Being teased by my didi that if I lick that bowl so much, there will be rain on my wedding day. Yes that’s a silly little belief they have up north that if you eat out of cooking vessels there will be rain on the wedding day. rolls eyes
I also have clear memories of taking the cake to school and showing off, of proudly telling everyone my mom baked that cake, so innocent childhood was. I wonder if kids these days take any pride in their mum’s cooking and baking. Anyways, coming back to track so this time when I was in Delhi I got mum to make this again with me and then I shared it with Ojas and surprise he has taken it to school today as snack. Life does come a full circle after all.