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Diwali Feast at home!

Dinner Table at home
Dinner Table at home with Diwali Feast

My favorite time of the year is Diwali. I don’t particularly love firecrackers, chaos on the roads or shopping but I love candles, flowers, the nip in the air (not the pollution) and most importantly food. The Diwali Dinner is what I am always excited about. Ever since I was a kid, I would look forward to my first Sarson Ka Saag of the season or Rajma Chawal and Kheer that my Mother would cook. My father would make cotton stripes for ‘diyas’ and I, along with my siblings, would decorate the entire house.

This year I decided to give my parents some rest. I decided to cook dinner and with a help of my sister I managed to put together a sweet little Diwali feast.

Which inevitably lead us to our Mother’s treasure of crockery. And as it always happens, we discovered some long-lost stuff, while going through it. This time, I found some old Bowls that belonged to my grandmother and a Copper Glass used by Father as a kid, to drink milk. Certain pieces were missing from two different dinner sets, so we decided to combine them. Even though it was like a bit of potpourri, it led to me think that, that’s all Diwali is about. Fond memories from past, rejoicing with your family and of course, celebrating new beginnings.

So, my father’s Copper glass was turned into a Flower Vase, my grandmother’s bowls were used for serving food and the two dinner sets formed a mismatched yet vibrant blend.

I made Chicken Curry (everyone’s favorite), Makhni Paneer (My Mother’s favorite), Matar Pulao and Vanilla Velvet Sponge cake, with Cream Cheese Frosting (My sister’s favorite).

Makhani Paneer
Makhani Paneer
Matar Pulao
Matar Pulao

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Chicken Curry
Chicken Curry

While my parents enjoyed some leisurely time, my sister and I loved every bit of the preparation. We loved setting up the table as we cherished my grandmother’s last few pieces of existence. You hold onto your inheritance and with time their importance grows further. Time changes and still leaves the impression from past.

Finally the table was ready. My entire house had aroma of different spices. My humble feast was served on the table and we all sat together to have food. It was a mix of cultures with Indian food served with Creamcheese Cake and Pear Wine. It truly reflected the urban times that we all live in.

The dinner table conversation was continued long after the food was over and we all enjoyed a glass of Pear Wine. We chatted and shared work stories, laughed at my brother’s silly jokes and then it was the time for us to sleep.

I was happy that everything went well. The feeling of togetherness is what I feel is the true meaning of festivals and tradition. In everyday life we don’t realize the pace of the activities, but if the tradition forces us to be together and slow down, what does one do? We do just what needs to be done. Follow the tradition. And yet Diwali is one day where the word tradition always gets a new meaning.

My Dad's Copper glass- a Flower Vase
My Dad’s Copper glass- a Flower Vase

 

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