Hello! After a long time.....!No, there is no special reason for my silence... ah. there is! I find it hard to find some time these days... anyway, here I am...
My neighbour has a papaya tree and every time I open my backdoor,I am greeted by well shaped, healthy green papayas, some 30- 40 in number. (i.e. if the neighbour is not in her balcony. If she is there she sees to it that my attention is not diverted from her.) A dear friend that she is she keeps passing ripe papayas over the wall to keep my evil eye away!
One day I asked her to give me a raw papaya (not ripe), said 'my sister makes lovely sweet-hot chutney and I would like to try making it.It is difficult to get unripe papayas you know! It is better you give me on a week end when I may have 'some time' at my disposal. The sweet lady promptly called my mother on the next Saturday morning and gave a hard green papaya that weighed 2 kilos, to pass on to me. I was prompt enough to find 'some time'. I called my sister and asked her for the recipe. "Go to my blog 'rasakavala' and you will get it" my computer savvy sister replied. So in my 'some time' I opened the blog, found the recipe and followed it to produce 4 bottles of golden yellow, spicy, sweet-sour chutney. My son was all praise for it and my father loved it and my mother gave the chef's certificate and I filled a small bottle with the chutney and passed it on to the neighbour over the wall. She in turn passed it on to her next-door neighbour over the wall.
Well, all is well that ends.......wait a minute! I was in my school that Saturday when my friend called. "Vidya, I am going to Bangalore for 3-4 days. Please keep an eye on the house. And I thought you may have 'some time' during the week end and make some chutney. So I have given a papaya to your mother. After I come back I will come and collect the recipe. I have to pass it on to my neighbour and my sister and.................." And there went my 'some time' of that week end.
My neighbour has a papaya tree and every time I open my backdoor,I am greeted by well shaped, healthy green papayas, some 30- 40 in number. (i.e. if the neighbour is not in her balcony. If she is there she sees to it that my attention is not diverted from her.) A dear friend that she is she keeps passing ripe papayas over the wall to keep my evil eye away!
One day I asked her to give me a raw papaya (not ripe), said 'my sister makes lovely sweet-hot chutney and I would like to try making it.It is difficult to get unripe papayas you know! It is better you give me on a week end when I may have 'some time' at my disposal. The sweet lady promptly called my mother on the next Saturday morning and gave a hard green papaya that weighed 2 kilos, to pass on to me. I was prompt enough to find 'some time'. I called my sister and asked her for the recipe. "Go to my blog 'rasakavala' and you will get it" my computer savvy sister replied. So in my 'some time' I opened the blog, found the recipe and followed it to produce 4 bottles of golden yellow, spicy, sweet-sour chutney. My son was all praise for it and my father loved it and my mother gave the chef's certificate and I filled a small bottle with the chutney and passed it on to the neighbour over the wall. She in turn passed it on to her next-door neighbour over the wall.
Well, all is well that ends.......wait a minute! I was in my school that Saturday when my friend called. "Vidya, I am going to Bangalore for 3-4 days. Please keep an eye on the house. And I thought you may have 'some time' during the week end and make some chutney. So I have given a papaya to your mother. After I come back I will come and collect the recipe. I have to pass it on to my neighbour and my sister and.................." And there went my 'some time' of that week end.
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