It was around 15 years ago I migrated from Sydney back to Adelaide. I can’t say that a day goes by without me missing Sydney.
For a person who does not remember timeframes very well, I do remember my move back to Adelaide because I stayed up late one night sorting through papers and getting all the paperwork up to date before the big move. I had the TV on in the lounge room. I could hear the coverage about a plane flying into a tower, but I thought it was like a lighthouse or steeple sort of tower. Then another one hit a tower. Eventually I emerged from the den and watched the TV coverage in horror. On that night, the world changed forever.
It was great to reunited with the kitchen today and be back into its welcoming arms. The day began with breakfast on the terrace with a great concoction of Pudla – Indian “fritters” made from chickpea flour – and some crispy battered onion rings. The batter was made with a combination of plain flour, chickpea flour and rice flour, and I sprinkled them with smoked paprika and salt. Some wet lentils. A crisp apple, slightly sour.
It is very rare that fried items find a place in the kitchen. So the onion rings are quite a unique occurrence. Batter remains, so it will be repeated, and the memory will linger on.
A tiny jar of a dozen or so spiced stuff chillies sits on the bench of the kitchen. Recipes are couched in terms of kilograms of chillies, or hundreds of chillies. There were 18 from the bush the balcony, and unsure of the amount of heat these stuffed bullets will pack, a wise decision was made to stuff only a few.
A ton of stuffing spices remain.
Enjoy your evening, safe, comforted, well fed, with family, on this day the world changed forever. My thoughts to those who lost loved ones.