After a brief break, am back with another interesting food tale from my childhood, rather life….
I have this one quirk when it comes to Appalam [ pappads]. I need mine full and not broken up. At my maternal grandparents house they would break the appalam in half before frying, easier to handle and maybe the pan they used was small. I used to crib constantly about how I was served broken appalam..
Infact, over time it became a running joke at home. Everytime there would be appalam, people would send me sly smiles and smirks expecting me to protest. I got over this quirk of mine with time, and now I dont mind even tiny pieces and crumbs in the appalam vessel. Heck, there have been days when I am making appalam, and I break it in half or quarter for ease!!
[Image courtesy:www.ambikaappalamdepot.com]
