Friday, November 11, 2005

Dinner At Chez Ludwig

I come back to you now, at the turn of the tide.

Much travels and travails have happened. Perhaps those tales will end up here someday?
He, the first origin of this creation, whether he formed it all or did not form it,
Whose eye controls this world in highest heaven, he verily knows it, or perhaps he knows not.

Anyway... We move on to more pressing matters. Like dinner, for example. See what was served up last night.
  • Rice
  • Curd
  • Kerala fish curry
  • Tomato pappu(=daal)


Mmm...

12 comments:

Veena said...

One stage of your journey is over. Another(a culinary one) begins?

kuffir said...

nothing like tomato pappu..

Ludwig said...

[veena] Nononono. Parallel, concurrent journeys. The path to a man's heart is through his GI tract. And I am bulldozing the way to mine. When one is journeying without, sundry delicacies are journeying within (said GI t.)

This post was inspired by the sight and smell of the rice and tomato pappu and thayir and pickle. Only a southie would understand this aesthetic, neh?

[kuffir] Nothing, indeed, as The Sage once said, like tomato pappu. Cheers :)

Veena said...

Sight and smell of tomato pappu and thayir and pickle? You are half Mallu and you forgot the fish! How dare you?

envious casca said...

you cooked all that yourself? with your own two hands (points)?
you're only half a mallu?
bloated subject was found with bits of coid rice stuck to his face?

Ludowigum said...

[veena] Yes, I am Mal. Both parents are Mal, so I'm not just half-Mal in some sense. But the fish obsession started much later. Didn't want to conflate basic vegetarian southie with mean, know what I meen?

[e c] Yon Casca has a...pointy hand. Gather about me Cascae that are not so pointy. Bloated corpses found with food in their faces always remind me of Switzerland.

PS What do you call a small epileptic Keralite? Huh? Petit-mal. [Runs himself on sword. Applies asp to eye. Dies.]

Srin said...

Haha, TOMATO PAPPU!!

Ludwig said...

[srin] Mock not We Who Love Our Tomato P. Else we will have to launch into broadsides about the jhols of the m. :)

Srin said...

Ludovic, Srin feels compelled to ask, wotis 'jhols of the m'?

ludovic said...

[srin] Ludovicious understands compulsions, but can't resist the "Tsk, tsk. We need to specially point to the jhols of the m?"

twinkletoes said...

isnt "jhols of the m" macher jhol?
porden me if i ish mishticking...
you mallu? me no mallu, me pallu(dats waad my frands calling me...plish no minding for this useless piece of information)...
me lowwing your blag...
venderrfullllllllll

Ludwig said...

[twinkletoes] Yes, the jhols of the m = machher jhol. Me Mallu. Sort of. Didn't grow up in Malluland. Andhra Born Confused Mallu. Thanks for all the TLC.