nicest memories ..wow..
On Sunday, March 28, 2021, 01:29:17 AM GMT+4, Roland Francis
<[email protected]> wrote:
I share Bernice’s experience with Goa’s humble bhajjia. She described it
right: humble. But humble is often outstanding in taste and this was one
example.
Just outside Loutulim’s Salvador do Mundo Church, was a poor Goan peasant
sitting by the side of the road on a small mat while his wife fried the bajjias
in a little hut just behind him. The small brown balls were heavenly, hot and
tangy but not spicy, crisp but not hard. An indescribable taste really.
Most people, Loutulim Bamons if I may say so, passed him by but not me and a
few like me. Living in Bombay, appearances meant little, taste a lot. My
palate was jaded with all the different wonderful kind of bhajjias made by
Gujaratis, Bhayyas and South Indians but the Goa bhajjia beat them all. No
potato, no chana, no chilli, no peas, nothing. To this day I don’t know what
they put in it. All I remember is how they tasted.
Do you gave the guy your four annas or eight annas or even may be a rupee and
in return you got a newspaper rolled into a cone which despite all the deep
fried stuff inside, betrayed not a spot of oil in the wrapping. It was enough
not only to fill me but enough to take home for the others.
More and more I understand the saying; enjoy the little things for before you
know it, they will become the big things.
The Goa bhajjia certainly did for Bernice and for me.
Roland.
Toronto.
