Serendipity Tales: Semolina delight

My Thank You Speech..........

I was introduced to cooking in the early years of my life by my Aayi while I sat at the kitchen dining table while she mixed spices and vegetables to create those sumptuous dishes. My brain took in what I did not intend to learn. My Aayi is a fantastic cook. Each day I woke up to a sit down breakfast of Idlis, Dosas, Upma, Dodak, Usli and the likes. A far cry compared to the ‘eat while you dress’ cereal we make do with these days. Any efforts Aayi made of training me in the kitchen went futile. It is hence ironic that Aayi, ‘my first teacher’ is still to taste anything cooked by my hand. My hard core cooking days started only when I moved to UK with my husband a few years ago. My husband, like a true martyr, suffered through my numerous cooking expeditions. His encouragement, fulsome praise where due and frank critical review drives me to try something new each week. It is to these two people that I owe whatever little cooking I know or strive to know today.

Thats what I call it. When I was a kid, I was invited to an Aunt's house who had made this. I loved it instantly and probably scoffed off a whole lot of it. i never thought that one day I would make it myself. It might not be the exact same possibly because the aunt had steamed it rather than baked it but I cant be bothered to go through the whole steaming process as it would take just too much time. Baking is very easy and quick. The best bit about the cake is that it can get whipped up in minutes with ingredients readily available at home at all times.

I finally found the recipe on a fellow blogger's site. Here is the recipe: http://annaparabrahma.blogspot.com/2006/12/shravani-cake.html.

The only thing I changed is replaced saffron with cardamom and added a bit more sugar.

A bit fancier than sheera?..whot say!