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[vrinda]

From Ancient Wisdom to Modern Superfood: The Resurgence of Organic Desi Ghee

In the realm of nutrition, certain traditional foods have stood the test of time, transcending centuries to maintain their significance in modern diets. One such elixir that has been revered since ancient times is organic desi ghee. From its roots in ancient cultures to its resurgence as a modern superfood, organic desi ghee has captivated the interest of health enthusiasts and culinary connoisseurs alike.

Introduction

Ghee, a form of clarified butter, traces its origins back to ancient India, where it was not only cherished as a culinary ingredient but also held sacred in religious rituals and traditional medicine. The rich history of ghee speaks volumes about its profound cultural significance and nutritional prowess.

What is Organic Desi Ghee?

Organic desi ghee, derived from the milk of grass-fed cows, is a premium variant of traditional ghee. Unlike regular ghee, which may be sourced from various breeds of cows and produced using conventional methods, organic desi ghee is characterized by its purity, authenticity, and adherence to organic farming practices.

Health Benefits of Organic Desi Ghee

Organic desi ghee is renowned for its array of health benefits. Rich in essential fatty acids, vitamins, and antioxidants, it promotes digestive health, boosts immunity, and enhances skin and hair quality. Contrary to popular belief, moderate consumption of organic desi ghee can be part of a balanced diet and contribute to overall well-being.

Cultural Significance

In traditional Indian culture, desi ghee holds a sacred place, symbolizing purity, nourishment, and prosperity. It is an integral component of Ayurvedic medicine, revered for its healing properties and ability to balance the body's doshas. Moreover, ghee plays a pivotal role in rituals, ceremonies, and festive celebrations, signifying auspiciousness and abundance.

Modern Applications

In recent years, the versatility of organic desi ghee has expanded beyond traditional uses. It has found its way into contemporary kitchens, where it adds depth of flavor and nutritional value to various dishes. Additionally, organic desi ghee has gained popularity in the beauty industry, featuring prominently in skincare products renowned for their moisturizing and rejuvenating properties.

The Resurgence of Organic Desi Ghee

The resurgence of organic desi ghee can be attributed to a growing preference for natural, minimally processed foods. As consumers become more discerning about their dietary choices and health outcomes, there has been a renewed interest in traditional superfoods like organic desi ghee. Its revival signifies a return to ancient wisdom and a departure from synthetic substitutes.

How to Identify Authentic Organic Desi Ghee

When seeking genuine organic desi ghee, it is essential to look for certain quality indicators, such as a rich golden color, a distinct aroma, and a granular texture. Furthermore, reputable brands often carry certifications from recognized organic farming associations, providing assurance of their commitment to quality and sustainability.

Incorporating Organic Desi Ghee into Your Lifestyle

Whether used for cooking, baking, or skincare, organic desi ghee offers a multitude of applications. From indulgent recipes to nourishing beauty treatments, integrating organic desi ghee into your lifestyle can elevate both your culinary creations and your self-care routines.

Common Myths and Misconceptions

Despite its numerous health benefits, organic desi ghee has been subject to misconceptions, particularly regarding its saturated fat content and impact on cholesterol levels. However, scientific research has debunked these myths, highlighting the unique composition of ghee and its potential role in promoting cardiovascular health.

Environmental Impact

Supporting organic desi ghee not only benefits personal health but also contributes to environmental sustainability. By endorsing organic farming practices and supporting ethical dairy production, consumers can play a part in preserving natural ecosystems and fostering agricultural biodiversity.

Cost Considerations

While organic desi ghee may come at a slightly higher price point than regular ghee, its long-term health benefits far outweigh the initial investment. By prioritizing quality over quantity, consumers can prioritize their well-being and contribute to the demand for ethically sourced, nutrient-rich foods.

Testimonials and Reviews

Countless testimonials attest to the transformative effects of organic desi ghee on individuals' health and lifestyle. From improved digestion to radiant skin, the positive experiences shared by consumers serve as a testament to the enduring legacy of this ancient superfood.

Expert Opinions

Nutritionists and health experts endorse the inclusion of organic desi ghee in a balanced diet, emphasizing its role in supporting gut health, enhancing nutrient absorption, and promoting satiety. With its unique nutritional profile and culinary versatility, organic desi ghee has earned its place as a staple in modern wellness routines.

Future Trends

As the demand for organic and natural products continues to rise, the future of organic desi ghee appears promising. Innovations in production methods and packaging solutions are poised to make this traditional superfood more accessible and appealing to a wider audience, ensuring its enduring legacy for generations to come.

Conclusion

From its humble origins in ancient civilizations to its modern-day resurgence as a coveted superfood, organic desi ghee embodies the timeless wisdom of nature. As consumers rediscover the unparalleled benefits of this golden elixir, they embark on a journey of holistic well-being, guided by the wisdom of the ages and the promise of a healthier future.

FAQs

Is organic desi ghee suitable for lactose-intolerant individuals?

Organic desi ghee is lactose-free and can typically be consumed by individuals with lactose intolerance without adverse effects.

Can organic desi ghee be used for vegan cooking?

As ghee is derived from dairy, it is not suitable for vegan diets. However, there are plant-based alternatives available for vegan cooking and baking.

Does organic desi ghee have a high smoke point?

Yes, organic desi ghee has a high smoke point, making it suitable for various cooking methods, including frying and sautéing.

Is organic desi ghee shelf-stable?

When stored properly in a cool, dark place, organic desi ghee has a long shelf life and does not require refrigeration.

Can organic desi ghee be used for skincare?

Yes, organic desi ghee is prized for its moisturizing and nourishing properties and can be used as a natural skincare remedy for dry skin and hair.

[josephinejohnson]

Wholesale Ghee Supplier: Your Partner in Quality

Discover the unbeatable quality and affordability of our wholesale ghee supplier! With a focus on premium ingredients and impeccable standards, we're your trusted partner in delivering top-notch ghee products. Whether you're a restaurant, retailer, or food manufacturer, our wholesale offerings ensure you get the best value without compromising on taste or quality. Elevate your dishes and delight your customers with the finest ghee from our wholesale supplier today! Read more : https://milkio.co.nz/wholesale-ghee-suppliers/

[solangesmith48]

Crafting Excellence: Ghee Supplier Insights

Embark on your journey as a ghee supplier with confidence! This article offers essential insights to help you thrive in the competitive market. From understanding customer preferences to maintaining quality standards, discover the key factors that contribute to success as a ghee supplier. Whether you're a newcomer or an established player, embracing these tips will ensure you provide premium ghee products and build lasting partnerships with your customers.

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[healthyroots]

Pure Desi Ghee  - Our ghee is the purest and is extracted from the traditional Bilona method.

Extracted from Gir Cow Milk - Healthy Roots Ghee is extracted from rare Gir cows that are healthy and heightened.

No chemicals, No preservatives - Healthy Roots pure desi ghee is free from any chemical or preservatives and is fully packed with nutrients.

Rich in nutrients- Healthy Roots Ghee is rich in Vitamin A2, E, and D. It is also a good source of Omega 3. All these nutrients help us in maintaining a healthy lifestyle. 

[vikasgupta11]

A2 Ghee Market in India: Industry Trends, Share, Size, Growth, Opportunity and Forecast 2023-2028,” offers a comprehensive analysis of the industry, which comprises insights on the A2 Ghee Market in India.

[lightgriffinsect]

you guys, in pakistan Ramadan is like the equivalent of christmas in the US when it comes to marketing and ads. Every food brand, everything has a Ramadan sale attached to it it’s wild. Some chain stores sell a whole Ramadan package with dates, milk, flour, oil/ghee, probably dahi, frozen samosas, rooh-afza, everything we usually eat. yknow like those big christmas packages with 60 different kinds of Godiva chocolates but it’s actual food.

Ramadan is more commercialized in Pakistan than Eid, and Eid is the actual holiday. Ramadan is a religious month that we fast in, not really a celebration. Insane.

Anyway for my non-Muslim friends, make a Muslim in your community happy by taking them out to a halal restaurant for Iftar. Ask them about how they practice Ramadan. Buy them Krispy Kreme for dessert. Be like that one guy on TikTok who woke up at 4 to prepare suhoor for his roommate. Learn more about Islam. Look out for the Muslims in your community. And for Allah’s sake, don’t stop talking about Palestine.

to the Muslims, Ramadan Mubarak, may your days be filled with peace and prosperity from Allah, may He answer all your prayers for this year.

Don’t forget to check your dates so you’re not accidentally beginning or breaking your fast with Israeli-grown ones. Pray Taraweeh if you can go to the masjid. Help your parents make iftar if you live with your parents idk. Have a blessed Ramadan everyone 🫶🇵🇰📿

[rambheem-is-real]

Cross My Heart Pt 3

pairing: varadeva

pt 2 here

surprise they're not dead

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Varadha gently strokes down the side of Deva’s face with one hand, smiling at how peaceful Deva looks in his arms, using his other hand to shield Deva’s face from the rays of the sun. He briefly notices a few new wrinkles forming around Deva’s eyes, and can’t help the satisfaction that the sight causes him. 

The movement stirs Deva into waking up from his nap. Varadha watches as Deva blinks a few times, adjusting to the brightness, then yawns. He can’t take it anymore, and drops a small kiss onto Deva’s greying hairline, shifting so he’s in Deva’s view. 

“Na Kumbhakarnudi nidra aipoyinda? [Is my Kumbhakaranudu’s sleep over?]” 

Deva rolls his eyes at him. “You were the one who told me to take a nap and now you insult me like this? What has this world come to?” Despite the words, his tone is light and teasing. Deva juts his chin forward, and Varadha obliges, leaning down for a proper kiss. 

“Not just the nap,” Varadha laughs, when he eventually pulls back. “Who asked for a fourth dosa this morning? With extra karam podi? Now we’ve run out of your favorite podi, and I have to go to the market again.” 

Deva just gives him that small smile of his, that Varadha adores so much, that Deva knows Varadha adores so much. “Not you complaining when we both know you love gossiping with the rava mill elders on your way back.”

Varadha shakes his head. “Caught. I’ll tell you all about what I learned when I come back home, then.”

“I’ll be waiting for it.” 

He moves Deva off of himself, and lightly stretches before standing up. Deva watches from the ground, and Varadha smirks as he notices the glint in Deva’s eyes. 

“See something you like?” he teases. 

Deva’s face softens. “Something I love, actually,” he replies, and Varadha blushes. 

“Alright, alright. Time to go back home, Amma will be waiting.” 

Deva waits for a few seconds as Varadha comes back with the wheelchair, then holds his arms up so Varadha can lift him and place him in the seat of the wheelchair. Deva’s hands only shake slightly as he buckles himself up and maneuvers himself around to face the stone path leading out of the flower field. Varadha follows Deva along the path back home, the two of them continuing to bicker about the dosas. 

Varadha had remembered the promise he made to Deva as kids, remembered vowing to take care of an injured Deva no matter how long it was in the future. And he had had no intention of breaking that promise. 

In the years after the trial in Khansaar, Deva had slowly started to lose control of his muscles, to the point where Varadha had bought Deva a wheelchair for long distance travel, basically anything that wasn’t a few feet around the house. They had many accidents, as well. One time Deva’s hand was shaking too hard to hold the jar of ghee tightly, and he had dropped the jar on the floor, spilling the contents everywhere. Another time Deva tried to stand up too quickly from their bed and his legs gave out, knocking over a vase on the nightstand. Both times, he had whispered, “Sorry raa,” with a face so full of guilt it devastated Varadha. This Deva had grown up blaming himself for everything, internalizing that he would be nothing but a burden to those who loved and cared for him, and Varadha was determined to show Deva how wrong he was. 

They reach home, still bickering, although now they’ve graduated to arguing over which condiment was best for idli, Deva disagreeing with Varadha on his preference for peanut chutney and extolling the virtues of a hot sambar. 

Amma smiles at them as they enter the house, seemingly busy with grinding some powders on the floor. Her hair is thinning, almost entirely white, and she’s gained a stoop over the last few years. However, Varadha’s glad he gets to see Amma like this, to see her age naturally rather than stay as pristine and regal as she was in his childhood. He wants to make so many new memories with her and Deva.  

Deva wheels himself to his and Varadha’s room, and Varadha follows. He parks the wheelchair at the side of the bed, and unbuckles himself. Varadha watches, on alert and ready to catch Deva if he falls, but Deva walks over to the bed easily enough, sighing as he sits down on the mattress. He looks up at Varadha sheepishly. 

“I guess the fresh air did help, I feel better than I did this morning.”

Varadha smirks. “I told you, didn’t I?”

“Yes, yes, you’re always right,” Deva teases. 

“I know that,” Varadha replies, grinning at Deva’s laugh. 

He takes a moment to observe his husband. Deva’s face has become lined with wrinkles, and Varadha’s especially proud of the smile marks near his eyes. His hair is peppered through with streaks of gray, thinning near his temples, and his skin has softened. The old scars running across Deva’s shoulders and down his arms have faded to a dull brown. Varadha loves him so much, still thinks Deva is the most beautiful man he’s ever seen. He doesn’t know how he made it through those seven years without Deva, especially so soon after he had just gotten Deva back after twenty-five years of separation. 

Varadha had hated him in the moment he had found Deva crouching near the body of his little brother, hands stained with Baachi’s blood. In a fit of grief, he had told Deva to leave, to never show his face again, and Deva, too horrified to argue and tell Varadha what had really happened, left Khansaar that day. In the next few years, Varadha had warred with both guilt and rage, and then later, confusion. The facts didn’t add up, why would Deva hurt Baachi of all people? Varadha had tried his best to forget Deva, tried to move on, but he knew deep down that the pain of losing Deva was even worse than Deva’s betrayal. And when Deva himself came back, seven years later? Varadha knew he had to find out what really happened that day. He stormed into the cell, looked at Deva sitting on the bench with his arms chained up, and demanded to know the truth. Deva had explained what happened, eyes closed, voice soft, and oh, Varadha really felt like a fool. Deva hadn’t hurt Baachi, that had been Bhaarava, who Deva had disposed of shortly after. 

“Yedava [idiot],” Varadha had said, tears threatening to slip down his face. “Why didn’t you tell me when I yelled at you? When I assumed it had been you that killed my brother?”

Deva opened his eyes, not bothering to stop his own tears. “I promised you,” He had whispered. “I promised to protect Baachi, and I failed. I was too late, I was too slow, to stop Bhaarava’s blade.”

Varadha couldn’t hold himself back anymore, and embraced Deva, who buried his face into Varadha’s stomach, sobbing. 

“I’m so sorry,” was the only thing Deva kept repeating, and Varadha could only shush him soothingly. His mind was racing, however. Deva was not responsible for Baachi’s death, he really was innocent. No way in hell was Varadha going to let his own men execute Deva now. He pulled back from Deva, just enough for Deva to rest his chin on Varadha’s chest, eyes full of misplaced guilt and grief. 

Varadha stroked through Deva’s hair, thinking. He couldn’t not go through with the execution, Deva had in fact broken the seal and his own rule. He had sworn to be fair and responsible when he had assumed Khansaar’s throne, and he couldn’t go back on his own vows. But he couldn’t kill Deva either. 

Oh. 

“I have a plan. Will you come with me?” Varadha asked Deva. 

Deva didn’t ask what this was about, didn’t raise any objections. “Anywhere,” he said, and Varadha felt the same overwhelming love he felt when Deva had chopped off Naarang’s head for him. Of course Deva would come with him, he would follow Varadha to the ends of the Earth if Varadha asked. 

Varadha smiled down at Deva, who he could tell was getting increasingly confused at the shift in Varadha’s behavior, but he couldn’t help it. He really had missed Deva’s love. 

“In a few minutes, Bilal is going to come down here. Listen to him, do whatever he tells you,” he had told Deva, before he walked out of the cells, thinking about the two executions he would be faking soon. 

Varadha’s roused out of the memory when Deva pokes his chest. “Entra [what dude], what are we thinking about, so deeply right now?” Varadha allows Deva to pull him into his lap and wrap his arms around Varadha’s waist. 

“Just Bilal, and the Khansaar I left behind.” Deva’s face softens, and Varadha knows he understands. Varadha had taken his duties as karta seriously, and Deva knew that Varadha often felt guilty for abandoning his people so suddenly. 

“Do you want to visit?” he asks, but Varadha shakes his head, smiling.

“I have everything I need right here, why would I go back?” He kisses Deva’s brow, and then when Deva still looks guilty, the bridge of his nose. “How many times do I have to tell you raa, you have always been my first priority.” 

Deva looks to the side. “If it hadn’t been for my condition, we could be in Khansaar right now. You could’ve worked something out about the seal, and you would’ve still been in the position you wanted so deeply. And I wouldn’t be useless right now.” 

Varadha’s heart sinks. He knows there’s still a lot of work to be done, a lot of internalized thoughts Deva has to work through, and he has to remind himself to be patient. “Rey. Bujji. Bangaram,” he says, pulling Deva by the jaw to face Varadha again, noticing the faint blush on Deva’s cheeks from the nicknames. “I know you like to pretend you’re some Devadas, filled with so much love for me that you’re willing to do anything for me, but consider just once that it goes the other way as well. And you’re not useless. I’m here because I care for you, and I’m going to stay with you until the end.” He leans in to kiss Deva’s lips, pushing all the affection he can muster into the kiss. 

They stay together for a few moments, and then Deva pulls back first, sighing. “I know you love me, you’ve told me many times. But..”

“You’re not able to believe it,” Varadha finishes. Deva nods, frustrated. “Well, we still have a few more decades to go, ‘till death do us part’ and all that.” They both grin at each other at the memory of their elopement, and the chaotic way they had gotten married, mixing traditions from around the world as neither of them felt religious enough to do the standard Hindu wedding. “I’ll get through to you one day.” 

It’s Deva that initiates the kiss this time, and deepens it as well. Varadha moans as Deva licks inside his mouth, and feels the familiar heat stir up in his groin. It’s when Deva’s fingers snake inside Varadha’s kurta, feeling their way around his waist and up his back, when Varadha remembers he has a job to do. Sighing internally, he pulls back, placing a finger on Deva’s lips when he chases Varadha instinctively. 

“Podi, remember?” Deva pouts, but lets go of Varadha, who stands up. “I’ll be back soon raa.”

“No you won’t, you’ll spend ten minutes talking to the elders on your way back,” Deva teases, and gets flicked for that. Laughing, Varadha makes his way out of the room, running into Amma. 

“I’ll be going to the market for the podi, Amma,” he tells her. 

She frowns, thinking. “I think we’re out of curry leaves as well. Could you get some of those as well?”

“Of course, Amma.”

-

During dinner, as he waves Amma off from serving them both, volunteering to do it instead, then playfully stealing the last appalam off Deva’s plate and hiding behind Amma so Deva can’t reach him, Varadha thinks everything he had gone through was worth it if it ended like this. He’s never felt as happy after the Shouryanga massacre as he does now, always stuck in survival mode or suffering from the weight of his responsibilities. As he looks at Deva pouting at Amma, saying how unfair it was that Varadha got to take his appalam, that he was taking advantage of a disabled man, and Amma hiding her smile at her son’s antics, Varadha’s only regret is that the remaining members of their family couldn’t be here today. 

Amma would have loved to spoil Baachi, he thinks. Dhaara would have adored his brother as well, probably taking him for piggyback rides the way he had done with a young Varadha. He swallows, suddenly feeling the decades old grief return. I hope they both are happy, wherever they are, Varadha thinks, sending a prayer to whatever cosmic entity might be listening. 

Amma notices Varadha’s silence, and tuts. “Oh, is the pappu not good? Is it too spicy again?”

Varadha just shakes his head. He knows there are tears in his eyes when he replies, “It’s perfect, Amma.”

Amma seems to understand who Varadha is thinking of, and pats his head, smoothing the hair back. “I miss him too, kanna [little one]. But I’m glad you both are with me now.” She sends a loving look to Deva, who, even after a few years of reconciling with his mother, looks surprised at the affection. “My two sons, back with me.” 

-

Later that night, he carries Deva back to their room, tucking him in and getting into bed as well. 

“-so it turns out he wasn’t having an affair at all, he just lost a fight with a cat and wasn’t about to admit to the scars being from the cat,” Varadha finishes telling Deva all the gossip the elders had told him. 

Deva laughs. “Cats are fearsome creatures, I don’t know why he’s pretending like his ego is bruised or something.”

“Exactly. Now his wife left him and his kids hate him.”

Deva makes a sympathetic sound, but continues. “Well, it’s his fault that both of those happened.”

“Speaking of little animals…” It’s mostly dark in the room, but Varadha shifts so his face is illuminated by the few orange rays of light coming through the window, and makes his eyes wide as possible. He knows how irresistible Deva finds the cute act on him, and makes sure to turn up the pout to an extreme. “We should get that dog we were talking about.”

Deva blinks at him, clearly disarmed. “The dog you wanted when you were six?”

“Yep. You said we could have one when we were older and living together. Now we’re older and are living together. What’s stopping us?”

Deva sighs, but Varadha can make out the faint smile, and smirks. His act had worked. “Alright, you can go to the pet store tomorrow and pick out whatever dog you want,” Deva says. “Now come here so I can spoon you.”

“You’re too hot, I always wake up sweaty,” Varadha whines, but they both know it’s an empty complaint as Varadha immediately turns to let Deva cuddle his back. 

“You love it though,” a sleepy Deva mumbles. “Cause you love me.”  Varadha stills, but a few minutes later all he can hear is Deva’s snores. He smiles as he closes his eyes as well. Well that was progress, he thinks, as he falls asleep.

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tagging those who interacted with pt 2: @coolsoundingusername @recentinterest @stuckyandlarrystuff @illusions-of-serendipity

[donuteet]

₊˚⊹ Molokhia soup ⋆*:･

-100g molokhia [i use sunbulah brand] (24kcal | 2g carbs | 2g protein | 0g fat)

-30g chick breast [shred after cooking] (49.5kcal | >1g carbs | 9g protein | 1g fat)

-2 garlic cloves [minced/chopped](9kcal | 2g carbs | 0.4g protein | >1g fat)

-0.5 cup chopped coriander (20.4kcal | 3.6g carbs | 1.2g protein | >1g fat)

-3tbsp chicken broth [broth used to cook chicken] (2.8kcal | 0.2g carbs | 0.3g carbs | 0.1g fat)

₊˚⊹overview: 105.7kcal | 7.8g carbs | 13.2g protein | 1.2g fat ⋆*:･

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my ultimate comfort food. my mom makes it every Ramadan. i did modify her recipe (she prepares it for 8-10ppl this is one portion).

calories of molokhia depend on the brand and some even add more ingredients (diff flavors) so beware. i use sunbulah brand which is available in my local market. just make sure to get frozen molokhia and not dry (molokhia is jute mallow).

i used boneless chicken breast and i cooked it in water (water should cover an inch above the chicken). i added some herbs, spices, salt n pepper to taste (always 0.5 or 1 tsp or less when it comes to spices). and add cinnamon sticks bc my parents do that  "¯\_(ツ)_/¯". add half an onion to the broth.

cook the chicken in the broth on medium heat for 15-20 mins then take chicken out and shred it with fork. let the broth sit aside (you will only need a few tablespoons).

now in a new pot on medium heat, we cook our yummy molokhia. here is when ur supposed to add a tbsp of ghee or butter (you can add light butter or extra virgin olive oil I personally don't add any oil).

i add the chopped garlic (u dont want to burn it and have it stick to the pot so add a little of water if that happens). add coriander and cook that for a minute. now its time to add the molokhia (melt it ofc) and slowly add in tablespoons of the chicken broth (I personally add 2-3 bc I love the slimey texture of the soup). add in the shredded chicken then serve.

this dish is usually eaten with rice or bread but I always had it on its own (sensory issues) i would say its filling on its own.

dont forget to drink water ♡

[rosepais]

His Mothers Pongal Recipe

I was adamant to be better than her. Trust me I was, until the day I prepared Pongal.

I was never a good cook, like most of us reading this. You are a good cook? Oh! Ok! Never mind. I am not one although my mom had the ability to cook for a crowd of hundred with outstanding taste and quantity, I on the other dumb struck route, completely contradictory to her traits had the ability to ruin even the simplest dish or beverage for that matter. I could make the food non-existent in the dish by completely burning it to its ashes. Sometimes, I could make a sweet dish salty, a spicy one sweet and on most occasions, on tasting what I prepared, my mother’s face would look blank. Those eyes said it all “My dear, I would appreciate it if you did not enter the kitchen”.

I got married.

Living with in-laws was Ok, not great but just fine, because it was no better than living with parents. The constant nagging and the comparison to other’s daughter in laws was a daily soap at their house.

Everything was tolerant until the day he said, “Why can’t you cook like my mom?” which soon followed by another voice at the end of the hallway “May be her mother has not taught her how to”. Not true, Mummy wanted me to learn, but eventually she thought saving the house from fire was more important. Like all wives out there, I wanted to prove to him, that I was better than his mother in all ways including cooking. I tried, and tried, until one day his mother begged me to stop. The family had not tasted good food for days.

We relocated.

Now was my chance to prove myself to him I thought. He looked nervous when I told him I would do everything to make him happy. Sadly, he lived to eat good food, he earned to eat and be merry, until the day he married me. Now he preferred TV more than food and we had a maid to fulfil my husband’s need to eat.

I became resentful.

I could not tolerate my husband praising the maid for her fine art of cooking. It all looked very easy. Just cut the vegetables, add a powder which is already ready, pour some water, put some Dal if required, salt to taste, and close the cooker. Watch it till it whistles 3 or 4 times and then turn it off and serve hot. I do the exact same things she does. Just that, I either forget something is on the stove, or I forget turn on the stove, and worst scenario was when I went shopping with the milk on the stove. When everything turned out to be just fine, he tasted it, and then he posed the exact same look my mother used to when she tasted what I cooked.

After a lot of practice my maid helped me realize, I was not adamant to learn the art of cooking, I already had it in me, I was adamant to be better than his mom and that is what led to fatal destructions even after years of practice. She was sweet unlike his mother; she helped me learn to concentrate while cooking.

She also taught me how to cook a decent dish and how to handle a disaster. She spent days helping me understand no one can be better than a Man’s mother. The Men live to Savor the dish cooked by the sweet palms of their Mothers. I huffed and turned my face. I said, NO, I can make him happy with my cooking too. All I needed was more practice.

3 years passed.

It was Valentine’s Day. I was exhausted on all the gifts in the market. Everything was said and done, all gifts were either costly or already given on various occasions than one. After a lot of thought, I remembered what his mother once slipped in between a conversation, “To make him really happy, I prepare Pongal”. That information right now was gold.

She had explained the entire process to me and I had written it down somewhere. The word “Make him really happy” was stuck in my head and this time I decided come what may, I will prepare it, but it would be tastier than hers. All I had to do was add more ghee, add more salt and add more of everything, and since it is Valentine’s, I just had to prepare it with love. I could not find the piece of paper. I may have left it back at his mother’s I thought. I did not want to call her up to ask her the recipe; I just did not want that at all. She would think, I am still of no good for her son. Which is of course true in terms of cooking, but not yet, I am working on it. And that day was my one last chance.

Mentally, I tried to remember, the ingredients to it. It was yellow in colour, so it is understood turmeric powder was required, salt of course and the black peppers. Rice, I guess and yes curry leaves and some mustard. Not sure about the onions, but it is ok. No one dies if they don’t eat one. Not one fraction of a second did my dumb head think, I could have asked my mother for a recipe and no one would know. I was adamant and that had done the job. A perfectly great Pongal which was completely burnt at the bottom because I was watching the Valentines special on channel V. TV is important, mind you, but why is that something is always burning while I am watching it?

Anyway, my maid had thought me a disaster recovery technique. I removed the rice that was un-burnt and moved it to a clean new dish. Switch on the exhaust fan to undo the stink and portray an innocent look like, nothing happened. Over the years I have learnt at such situations one must not panic. With Mc D’s and KFC’s just around the corner, why worry. I would have loved pizza instead of taking all this pain I thought, but no, I wanted to be better than her for once I wanted to. And I haven’t lost yet. I still had the un-burnt Pongal.

He came home with a bunch of flowers, and I was very happy. He had no clue the maid was not in that night. He was happy everything would turn out to be just fine. And so was I. Until I told him the Maid wasn’t in that night.

The ambiance of romance died down instantly, yet he was calm. With Mc D’s and KFC’s just around the corner, why worry he said! I said “Ah, Ah, Ahhh…. Not so soon Honey!!! Guess what, I cooked your favourite dish”.

He looked dazed as I held his hand to bring back the romance that non-existent in the atmosphere. He was resistant to surge forward, with a lot of coaxing; I convinced him that I am much better than I was when he married me. Because it was the Lovers Day he smiled and said “you were always the best darling” with a grin that was forced.

Any other day the dialogue would have been “Are you sure? No one can be better than my mom you know”.

I noticed him glance at the kitchen. I am sure he was checking if it is still standing. Everything was fine, and by the time he came home the exhaust had refreshed the stink. We kissed and hugged, and the ambience was perfect. I heard his stomach growl. He had a hard day at work and all he hoped for at that moment was food. I could not get the picture of his mother out of head though I tried, because deep within I knew I was bad at this, and I will continue the legacy until death. If not for TV it would have been perfect, I wondered, and hoped and prayed he does not realize it was burnt. I was immensely happy when he picked up a spoon to taste it. I was happy he dared to do the task, and was worried, he might discover.

He asked me lovingly if I had tasted it first. How could I forget? A cook never forgets. But who said I was a cook. I am an ordinary wife with ordinary dreams who prepared an ordinary dish to make her husband happy. I instantly posed an eye blinking innocent look and asked, “Err…No I did not, and why what happened?” (As if I did not know what happened. I love such moments)

“Nothing happened, but something is wrong with this. It is not like the way my mother prepares. Did you mean to prepare Pongal or something else sweetheart?”

Tears were on the edge. If he had spoken more than that, it would just flow for sure. I controlled my tears and hoped so much he was joking. He wanted to tease me for a while and then hug me and say, “It’s perfect, ALAS you have done it”. But that was not the case here. Something kept telling me that I have failed again. I picked up the spoon as he kept staring at the dish with a disastrous look on his face. I tasted it.

“You are right, something is wrong. I am unable to figure out what?”

“Are you sure you put everything in it? Where is that paper in which you wrote down the recipe from Mom?” “I lost it while shifting, but I remember the ingredients well. But this time I put more of everything. More pepper, more rice, more salt and more Love” My voice lowered for every word, and I threw myself in his arms and began to cry. For a minute there I sounded like an 8-year-old child.

He consoled me and said with a broad smile “Hey relax, I know what is missing” I lifted my head and wiped my nose and asked, “You do?”

Wiping my tears he said “Yes, it needs onions!!! See, there are no onions in there!” “I knew it; I knew I had to put onions. I am so sorry I forgot. I just wanted to be the best you know” I continued with tears which would not stop. Deep down I was sinking with thoughts of failure.

He had not sat down a minute from work. He put on my apron that had the words “Master Chef” printed on it and began chopping onions. He fried the onions and put it in the Pongal and we ate. Throughout I knew something else was missing. He spoke while eating “Oh!! There something else is missing”. My heart had stopped beating at this point. I wanted to throw the entire dish, forget what I had been through, accept the fact that his mother is the best and run to KFC.

“I don’t want to know. Can we please go to KFC? I promise I will never cook again”.

“It is missing your smile”. He said it so instantly and landed a tight kiss on my lips, I did not have time to cry or smile or even think for that matter.

“I don’t remember your mom putting a smile in the Pongal Mister Romance” I said after the romantic

ordeal. “That is why her Pongal never tasted as great as yours”.

It was the most romantic Valentine’s Day of my life. When the husband tells you that you are better than his mom, nothing compares to this kind of joy, this kind of elevated feeling. For a moment I felt I was flying along with my kitchen and all the vegetables. I really felt I was the best cook in the world.

The next day, I decided to make more food with smiles. I bought a notebook especially for the recipes and the first recipe I wrote down was “Pongal” with my name below it so that those who read it know it is my own recipe. At the last point I wrote do not forget your smile.

One day his mother visited.

I told her how I prepared Pongal and she smiled sarcastically. It looked like she said, "yeah Right!!!". She asked me lovingly what all you put. The woman is a sweetheart. I began to wonder why I am even competing!

I ran quickly and got my book. I wanted her to see the “More Love” and the “More Smile” ingredients. which she would not put. Clearly had you known me, you would have thought an 8-year-old behaves better.

Anyway, I was ecstatic and was waiting to see the jealousy on her face. I mean she is his mother. She had him first. She loved him first. Again, it is me we are talking about.

Husband was at work, and he had taken the risk of letting us be alone together to bond and here I was already working towards destroying it.

Page 1

“My Pongal Recipe”

Ingredients

» More Rice

» 1 tsp jeera

» 1 Onion

» 1 tsp peppercorns

» 1/2 tsp pepper powdered fresh

» More Cashew nuts broken

» More grated Coconut

» 1 table spoon of Turmeric powder

» Salt to taste

» More Ghee

» More Love and of course do not forget to smile

I was watching her eyes and was waiting for her reaction towards the end. She looked up without any expression of surprise, but had the element of sarcasm in her talk and asked “Where is Dal mentioned?

You did not add Dal???? Moong Dal??? Do you know what it is?? And no one puts Onions in Pongal”.

I have no words to explain how stupid I felt, how dumb I was standing in front of that woman that day who knew everything about ingredients. She was a perfectionist. She was the actual Master Chef. I gave her my apron and decided to humble down and learn decent cooking from her. We bonded the minute I humbled myself.

She smiled at me for the first time and said so lovingly “it is Ok; I did not know cooking either. His Mother taught me how to. But no matter how hard I try, he keeps complaining, it is just not as

good as hers”.

Today I cook decent food and I am a mother too. But I know, no matter how many years pass, no one can compete with “his” Mother.

My husband who is equally as bad as I was at cooking, did not want to hurt my feelings. Seeing the effort, I put in and the love I had, made up his own special missing ingredient at that moment.

Although nothing can be incomparable to a mother, but he put his mother down for me. I fell in love with that Man all over again.

Hey readers!!

Hope you liked the story. It is not mine, but it is someone’s for sure. While writing this I remembered a song Mummy used to sing to me when I was small

“You can always give some love, to people passing by. Even with a kiss or hug or even just a smile” 

Please spread your smiles and DO NOT TRY THE ABOVE RECIPE at home!!!

This blog post is part of the blog challenge ‘Blogaberry Dazzle’ hosted by Cindy D’Silva and Noor Anand Chawla in collaboration with Outset Books.

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Introduction:

In today's fast-paced world, maintaining good health is more important than ever. With numerous health products flooding the market, it's essential to discern which ones truly deliver on their promises. One such product gaining popularity for its remarkable health benefits is Desi Gir Cow A2 Ghee. This article explores the reasons why Desi Ghee should be a daily essential in your life, offering insights into its nutritional value, health benefits, and practical applications.

The Nutritional Powerhouse of Desi Gir Cow A2 Ghee

Desi Ghee is renowned for its rich nutritional profile, packed with essential vitamins and minerals. Unlike conventional ghee, which may be sourced from mixed breeds of cows, Desi Gir Cow A2 Ghee comes from purebred Gir cows, ensuring superior quality and nutritional content. Let's delve into the nutritional benefits that make this ghee a powerhouse for your health.

Health Benefits of Desi Cow A2 Ghee

Enhances Digestive Health: Desi Cow A2 Ghee contains butyric acid, which aids in digestion and promotes gut health.

Boosts Immunity: With its high concentration of vitamins A, D, E, and K, Desi Cow A2 Ghee strengthens the immune system, helping the body fight off infections and diseases.

Supports Heart Health: Contrary to popular belief, moderate consumption of Desi Cow A2 Ghee can improve cholesterol levels and reduce the risk of heart disease.

Promotes Weight Loss: Despite being calorie-dense, Desi Cow A2 Ghee contains medium-chain fatty acids that promote fat metabolism, making it a valuable addition to weight loss diets.

Incorporating Desi Gir Cow A2 Ghee into Your Daily Routine

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Cooking and Baking:

Desi Gir Cow A2 Ghee's high smoke point makes it ideal for cooking and baking. Use it for sautéing vegetables, frying eggs, or as a replacement for butter in baked goods for a rich, nutty flavor.

Bulletproof Coffee:

Upgrade your morning brew by adding a spoonful of Desi Ghee to your coffee. This creamy concoction provides sustained energy and mental clarity throughout the day.

Ayurvedic Remedies:

In Ayurveda, Desi Ghee is revered for its therapeutic properties. Incorporate it into traditional remedies such as golden milk or apply it topically for skincare benefits.

Conclusion:

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FAQs (Frequently Asked Questions)

Is Desi Gir Cow A2 Ghee suitable for lactose intolerant individuals? 

Desi Gir Cow A2 Ghee is clarified butter, which means it contains negligible amounts of lactose and casein. Therefore, it is generally well-tolerated by lactose intolerant individuals.

2. How does Desi Gir Cow A2 Ghee differ from regular ghee?

Desi Gir Cow A2 Ghee is sourced from purebred Gir cows known for producing A2 milk, whereas regular ghee may come from mixed breeds. The unique genetic makeup of Gir cows yields ghee with superior nutritional value and flavor.

3. Can Desi Gir Cow A2 Ghee be used for skincare? 

Yes, Desi Gir Cow A2 Ghee is beneficial for skincare due to its moisturizing and nourishing properties. It can be applied topically to hydrate dry skin, soothe irritation, and promote a healthy complexion.

4. Does Desi Gir Cow A2 Ghee have a strong taste? 

Desi Gir Cow A2 Ghee has a rich, nutty flavor that enhances the taste of dishes without overpowering them. Its subtle aroma and taste complement both sweet and savory recipes.

5. Is Desi Gir Cow A2 Ghee safe for consumption by children? 

Yes, Desi Gir Cow A2 Ghee is safe for children and is often recommended for its nutritional benefits. However, moderation is key, as with any food, to maintain a balanced diet.

6. Where can I purchase authentic Desi Gir Cow A2 Ghee?

 Authentic Desi Gir Cow A2 Ghee can be purchased from certified dairy farms or reputable online retailers specializing in organic and artisanal dairy products.

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On Tuesday, you butcher the chicken, let its' blood drain gently, and fillet its' meat. Marinate the good meat yogurt and spices through two nights, while the gris is harrowed into broth. On Thursday then, char the tomatoes, ripe from waiting, and pulp them with freshly ground spices from your garden. Mince your onion, sear your chicken, add the cream and broth, steam your rice, and after four days of preparing for this moment bring the pots out of your kitchen, place them in the center of the table and take your place around its edge beside your curry night companions. Fill your bowls with rice and load your rice with curry. Shovel the first biteful onto your tongue, and bask in the taste of

Zest

Narrative Function

Zest is, primarily, the aspect of catharsis. Catharsis is a feeling of satisfaction experienced by a reader upon the satisfying release of narrative tension, and that tension and release cycle is the spice of stories, is which burns at the mind-tongue and keeps a reader hooked into engaging with the narrative.

As a secondary function, Zest also embodies the rhetorical flowers: alliteration, polyptoton, epanelepis, zeugma, rhyme, etc: these are language patterns that when used well, make the language used to tell the story more appealing, engaging, and memorable. They flavor narrative with small doses of poetic flourish.

And, as a tertiary function, Zest can also be the aspect of raunch, in stories with a citrus index above orange: after all, citrus fruits are much more well known for their zest than spicy peppers.

Player Tendencies

Zest players, are characters whose design best facilitates narrative catharsis, meaning either that their personal beliefs about justice and the way the world should function regularly butting against an unjust world happy to provide tension for them to release by punching an asshole really good in the face, or that they embody Zest to a lesser extent by being a comic relief character.

Powers

Literal: Control over Chili Peppers and Citrus Fruits Metaphorical: Catharsis, Rhetorical Flowers Rational: Fire, Heat Irrational: Lightning, Bad Jokes