I asked for some pickle to go with my lunch today and voila, something that I had forgotten all about turned up on the table, courtesy Mangal, our help.
A few weeks ago I had lunch and spent an afternoon with a couple of young friends who live about 15 kms away from where I live. It was a great lunch and while leaving them, the hostess, GP presented me with three bottles of various preserves, one of which contained a pickle that she said was made by her during the season.
That was the pickle that appeared on my table today. Pickled jackfruit. I had never had it before except for the one time immediately after bringing it home from GP. It was delicious and I think that I over ate it! May be, I will pay a price later in the day.
That pickle however triggered memories of GP and her husband. I shall write about the latter after he concludes something that he is deeply involved in just now, but the former is a formidable personality.
She is an Engineer, MBA from the top most Business School in India, a Scholarship student at Carnegie Mellon University, USA; once a successful professional manager, now an entrepreneur, mother of two delightful children and very actively involved in Pune’s classical music and dance world.
And now I discovered that she is also a great pickle maker! I had of course known that she is a great cook as I have eaten her fare on more than just one occasion, but taking the pains to make this pickle is something that I would not have normally expected from her.
What a lady! I am privileged to know her.
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I had jackfruit for the first time a month or so ago. We got a dish from a vegan food truck and it was barbequed jackfruit. Quite tasty!
During its peak season, I will have it every day and I particularly like the steamed seeds as a snack.
and it was just “pickle” that alerted your memory cells 🙂
I’ve decided you are in the “season: memory” – somewhere between monsoon and monsoon or similar 🙂
Very nice. Thank you.
Food is often a memory stimulant, and the humble pickle usually has such an intense taste, that I’m not surprised it triggered this lovely memory!
The heroine of that story came home yesterday to greet me for Diwali and triggered off another memory about which I shall soon write!