I write about desserts, cakes, travels..but somewhere owe it all to this humble vegetable. My paternal grandparents, when they were farmers grew potatoes. I am just fascinated by this vegetable. For a simple reason that it blends with a lot of other stuff without losing its own essence, be it meat, chicken, eggs or other veggies. You’ll find this an integral part of Indian, European, American cuisine, though I am not sure of potatoes being used too much in Chinese food. It adapts itself beautifully with the other ingredients. I wonder will we humans ever be like that, adapt and accept each other beyond race, caste, gender while maintaining our own soul. I see potatoes as world citizen, a reflection of my own dream, where one day there will be no boundaries, no discrimination, no racism..so until this foolish hope and too good to come true dream keeps me going, I will continue to mix and match potatoes and eat it own its own. I am heading home for a few days and it is the harvest month of potatoes when the farms will be filled with fresh potatoes dug out from the earth. Waiting to see that sight again! Hoping to learn some more traditional, rustic desserts like peetha, thekua and many more and come back and share them with you. This time I am going home to learn and see the same things which I grew up with in a new perspective. So until I see you again, I shall leave you with this-
We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time - T.S. Eliot
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