ceemone sidhu
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Humid Streets, Crowded Shops, Aromatic Eats
I stand on the side of a busy road, the rikshaws are rushing past me in frantic ways. The summer of Punjab is humid and hot, I see a family standing next to me, the father holding the plate of Gol Gappe, while the mother and kids indulge in the savoury treat. Mt grandpa is bargaining with the street vendor, I assume fifty rupees for a plate is far too much, the humid street has an aroma which I could never forget. The cardamom and clove dance as the hidden notes of fennel roam the crowded street. My grandpa, after a couple of rounds of bargaining finally hands me my first plate of Gol Gappe. Hollow, round semolina puffed into a ball, poked at the top to fill the cavity with warm potatoes and sweet tamarind sauce. The savoury spicy water composed of cumin, chillies, and mint filled the balls. I saw the family next to me, devour a ball in one bite, I attempted to do the same and the water came crashing down my face, the chillies, in particular, were not fun.
By ceemone sidhu5 years ago in Feast
