It’s that time of the year
When the family meets for a big fat wedding yet again.
Talking in loud voices is their forte
About many a tale of their golden days.
Of times spent at the great big house
Where more than 40 dined every day
The house of a beauty from Kethandapatti
And my grandfather, dark & lanky.
They dearly reminiscence about delicacies
Of festive sweets and savories
Conjured up in humungous quantities
Over hot wooden fires by that very beauty.
They had always gone away
With tummies full every day
They enjoy reliving the taste of her hand
Just by talking about it, isn’t that grand?
My grandmother is popularly and fondly remembered as the ‘Kitchen Queen’. Cooking is a life skill I believe all men and women should learn. Well, she excelled at it. She spent most of her younger years in the kitchen, making great big meals on huge wooden fires. Also, other than the family(8 kids) and the extended family, she regularly fed many who my grandfather had invited in off the road. This is a small dedication to all her hard work & skills.