*chomp#$@&#$munch$%#@&chew#$%&gulp* sorry was polishing off the last laddoo.
The only thing I love about Holi is the mouth watering sweets my awesome mum dishes out. Now here I’d like to mention n I think most of my friends would agree my mum has an X chromosome with a cooking gene replacing every piece of junk DNA. (I’m hoping against hope that a non-bio person i.e. someone other than my best friends is reading this blog….I want to thank u with all my heart……u r very special to me….but u will have to google to find out what the previous sentence means :P).

Now Holi comes right after the winter season (going by Mumbai standards…some parts of India are still enjoying pleasant weather…lucky them!! *sob*) ya so….right after winter season….when bongs in Kolkata enjoy the date (as in khajoor in hindi :P) jaggery that comes into market only in the winter. I don’t live in Kolkata but I still get to enjoy the delights of “patali gudd” (bong name for the jaggery), mum always manages to lay her hands on some (love her!!! :P). But this year she made two trips to Kolkata between December and January n our freezer is well stocked for the rest of the year!!! :D

So coming back to holi n sweets, this year ma got a little carried away (not that I’m complaining) coconut laddoos (nadoos in bong), sandesh(this is the only sweet u might find at a bong sweet shop), peethe (sweetened rice n gudd pancakes stuffed with coconut cooked in gudd), gajar ka halwa (only dish without the gudd), she also bought gujiya n jalebis from the local sweet shop……………………..brb have to wipe the drool off my chin (I’m a girl so I will use a hanky or a tissue not my sleeve.)
So obviously I have been stuffing my face with the delectable reservoirs of calories…. ignoring the 'ouches', 'eee..s' n 'chee chees' coming from inside my wardrobe. I think the 'ouches' came from the belts n buttons. I’m sure my tops n denims understand…..they’ve tasted my mum’s food, I feel generous (read clumsy) sometimes…..n feed my clothing when I eat :P

A thought crosses my mind, “my kids will miss this…..coz I hate to even enter the kitchen(according to my mother I haven’t yet experienced the pleasures of cooking) what I fail to understand is, what can be so pleasurable about sweating in a hot stuffy kitchen to painstakingly make something which will be eaten in minutes n u know where it will end up the next morning!!!! Another ewww I think from the fridge. Then again in my mum’s words “u’ll know when u have kids, u’ll want them to know and experience all the good things that u have known.” I mentally promise my self to take culinary lessons from my mother before I have kids……but I don’t think I could infuse that magic into the food or put that much effort n resources into gathering the ingredients. So I think I’ll just visit my parents for festivals…….some people never change…..n I am one of them. :P

p.s. this post is coming a day after holi because the author was busy pigging out yesterday. :)