I had jam paan today.
Nostalgic food. Brings a smile to my face everytime.
The last time I had jam paan, I must have been about 6 years old. Jam paan those days were these weirdly shaped coarse buns (to be quite honest, they looked like oddly shaped feet to me) filled with these chemical tasting red coloured jam (that awfully synthetic melon-strawberry jam) which sort of reminded me of cough syrup. I didn't like it much those days but today, my colleagues and fellow foodies at work were talking of getting kimbula banis (croissants Sri Lankan style) that I suddenly got reminded of jam paan. So that's the story of how I got to gobble down jam paan today.
So after about 20 years today, I had a jam paan. Well, half of it to be honest as I couldn't finish one whole. I had expected the size of the jam paan to have gone down with our shrinking economy but apparently it hadn't affected the size of the jam paan as much as I had thought it would. But it had definitely affected the amount of jam that went into the paan. The jam to paan ratio was just sad. There was an awful amount of paan but a tiny amount of jam inside.
However, the bread was much softer, much delectable. There was sugar sprinkled on top which made the experience all the more nicer. The taste of the jam had changed too over the years. It didn't have the strong, chemicallish taste that it used to have before. And the jam paan somehow didn't look like a gnarled foot anymore. It was scalloped but more neatly so. It was jam paan nevertheless. We may have learnt to make bread from the Dutch but regular bakery delicasies such as Kimbula Banis, jam paan and the like - essentially Sri Lankan.
Its Thursday and all my bones are aching for Friday evening already. I was thinking, maybe I should get into politics. Easy money that is, and any idiot can do it I guess. You just need to suck up to the right people and you are sorted. Oh, but extra malleable backbone needed to bend over backwards for them as well. I don't have that. My backbone is very stiff, too stiff at times, so stiff in fact that its hurting right now. Which reminds me of the dream.....
I dreamt that I was moving houses last night. I lifted large boxes here and there, of course, in my dream. Woke up with this terrible back pain that sent stars shooting through my head. Still has dregs of the pain and I can't quite move around freely. I must remember not to lift any heavy boxes tonight in my dreams.
Anyways, weekend approacheth! Friday tomorrow and looking forward to sleeping in late on Saturdayyyyyyyyyyy! Oh sleep! How I have missed thee! <3 nbsp="">
Nostalgic food. Brings a smile to my face everytime.
The last time I had jam paan, I must have been about 6 years old. Jam paan those days were these weirdly shaped coarse buns (to be quite honest, they looked like oddly shaped feet to me) filled with these chemical tasting red coloured jam (that awfully synthetic melon-strawberry jam) which sort of reminded me of cough syrup. I didn't like it much those days but today, my colleagues and fellow foodies at work were talking of getting kimbula banis (croissants Sri Lankan style) that I suddenly got reminded of jam paan. So that's the story of how I got to gobble down jam paan today.
So after about 20 years today, I had a jam paan. Well, half of it to be honest as I couldn't finish one whole. I had expected the size of the jam paan to have gone down with our shrinking economy but apparently it hadn't affected the size of the jam paan as much as I had thought it would. But it had definitely affected the amount of jam that went into the paan. The jam to paan ratio was just sad. There was an awful amount of paan but a tiny amount of jam inside.
However, the bread was much softer, much delectable. There was sugar sprinkled on top which made the experience all the more nicer. The taste of the jam had changed too over the years. It didn't have the strong, chemicallish taste that it used to have before. And the jam paan somehow didn't look like a gnarled foot anymore. It was scalloped but more neatly so. It was jam paan nevertheless. We may have learnt to make bread from the Dutch but regular bakery delicasies such as Kimbula Banis, jam paan and the like - essentially Sri Lankan.
Its Thursday and all my bones are aching for Friday evening already. I was thinking, maybe I should get into politics. Easy money that is, and any idiot can do it I guess. You just need to suck up to the right people and you are sorted. Oh, but extra malleable backbone needed to bend over backwards for them as well. I don't have that. My backbone is very stiff, too stiff at times, so stiff in fact that its hurting right now. Which reminds me of the dream.....
I dreamt that I was moving houses last night. I lifted large boxes here and there, of course, in my dream. Woke up with this terrible back pain that sent stars shooting through my head. Still has dregs of the pain and I can't quite move around freely. I must remember not to lift any heavy boxes tonight in my dreams.
Anyways, weekend approacheth! Friday tomorrow and looking forward to sleeping in late on Saturdayyyyyyyyyyy! Oh sleep! How I have missed thee! <3 nbsp="">
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