Showing posts with label rasna. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rasna. Show all posts

Friday, April 15, 2016

The summer is here



I prefer not to blog while watching TV – all the more during Game of Thrones. But I am doing it now, hence the title..

But really, the summer is here and so are the shades of summer – bright, bold and a-lot-of-fun. The face will be more-a-covered, the legs that much lesser; the feet-on-street will be replaced by the splashes of pool-water.

I had read on the Digital Door Surat blog about the best summer drinks of Surat, and that brought back memories of some home-made summer coolers that I used to have as a child -

1.    Variyali nu sharbat – I remember having mixed feelings about this one here. I never liked the green algae-ish look of it but so much savourd its taste! Ma never made it coz it wasn’t quite popular in Southern Saurashtra, more so in mainland. But I remember Motumal Tanumal makes a really tasty blend. A mast-mast must try

2.    Ganna juice – The wife still scolds me coz I pronounce it j-yu-se and not joo-se; but well nothing beats the vernacular sweet taste of sugarcane juice. My foren-return relatives always shied away from it as it might cause jaundice and I always thought they were too much of a snob. Just recently I believed the fact after my embry-oo-la-la doctor friend decoded it for me.

3.    Golo – While I key in the sentence-starting word, I vow to myself to go have one tomorrow. But the lust that I have for whiskey now is what compares to the one for gola in childhood coz the elders always warned to not have it for the fear of getting a sore throat. The ubiquitous summer ice-dish of Surat, which is golo in Kathiyawad, is THE summer dessert I think.

4.    Rasna – If you’re someone over 30 years and never had Rasna while growing up, boy o boy you were never a child – never-ever. I remember the affection I had with the preparation of orange Rasna – wee bit more than actually drinking it. Mixing the water and the sugar and the liquid and the powder was probably my first cooking lesson – and the last one at it.

      RIP Rasna, farewell young-hood.