Itβs Friday Food time at Priorhouse and the topic for this month is meat. This is a rather tricky item (and a contentious topic) in India.
Hinduism believes that our nature and behavior is influenced by the kind of food we consume and food is divided into three types. Tamasic, that which dulls the senses (meat, alcohol etc). Rajasic, that which excites the senses (caffeinated drinks, onion, garlic, spicy, oily food etc) and Sattvic that which leads to clarity of mind and improved health. This includes, water, cereal grains, legumes, vegetables, fruits, nuts, milk and honey etc. Hence, many Indians, particularly Hindus, consume only Sattvic food, i.e. they are pure vegetarians.
However, due to diversification and intermingling (and even health reasons) a subsection of these vegetarians, may consume eggs or even meat. But that is very occasional and is not cooked (or brought) at home. Furthermore, these βmeat-eatersβ have a lot of restrictions imposed β no meat on certain days of the week (notably Tuesday) and during religious festivals, which occur at frequent intervals over the year and sometimes for days on end. Things become even more complicated in joint families, family get-togethers in the setting of cross-cultural weddings and growing diverse food preferences along with dietary restrictions due to heart disease and/or diabetes.
Planning a menu in such a scenario is enough to give one palpitations and sleepless nights!
Yet there are other communities who cannot conceive of a meal without their daily dose of meat. Bengalis, for instance, are (meat) foodies and are notorious for not following βno meatβ policy even during festivals. In fact, fish consumption is considered auspicious and even mandatory during certain festivals. Yet again, there are diverse rules and customs within the Bengali community as well – take my family and my in-laws for instance, but I digress.
Coming back to the topic, on this background, I wanted to share a story about my brother β a pure non-vegetarian π
When he was a little boy (and I wasn’t born), Dad took up a job near the holy town of Rishikesh, where meat consumption isnβt allowed (and neither is it available anywhere nearby). Much to my brotherβs disgust and anguish. He complained loud and long to Ma and nagged her no end as his craving for meat sky-rocketed. She tried to distract him, coax him but he was like a dog with a bone (or without one π ).
Frazzled and provoked, Ma finally snapped. βFine! Eat my meat.β
There was silence whilst he considered the proposition.
He could see only one problem. βBut Ma, who will cook it?β
Not only Bengalis, but even Keralites are fond of their (!) meat and fish. To avoid being similarly targeted, my friend Mymind – the warden of a boys hostel π had a plan to cook chicken for lunch today. I saw my chance and jumped in – I asked for a photo.
Poor girl was under double pressure – cook and click. Troubles don’t come in singles or doubles – their society gas supply was shut down for maintenance.
Yet she managed!Β Hmm – perhaps she put it on her head π‘ π
Take a deep breath and feast your eyes π
Looks yummylicious doesn’t it? Oh well I am off to eat a pure vegetarian utilitarian lunch whilst picturing this dish π
How about you dear readers? What’s your favorite food or even better, a favorite food story? Or did I overlook something, or was factually incorrect, or do you feel under-represented? Feel free to vent and rant – the interaction on the jackfruit has left me hungry for more!
Enjoy your Sunday lunch and look forward to your meaty (or otherwise) stories!
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