I was watching the Bigg Boss show over the weekend. One of them (doesn’t matter which one) said that he wanted to call the other his dad.
Then his dad would be his periappa, his periappa his thaatha, his thaatha a mama?
I know Vijay TV shows are primed for drama. Judges on shows often become the dad, mom, brother, sister, grandfather or grandmother. No, not yet wifes or husbands. However this phenomenon is not restricted to TV shows. I see this everywhere around me.
The auto and cab men are “Anna” (brother). The flower selling lady and the maid are “akka” (sister).
I’ve seen people call their in-laws “Amma” (mom) and “Appa” (dad). How does that work? How do you manage that kind of love? Or conversely how do you manage that kind of insincerity? I am willing to believe it is love. I am just not comfortable with having to call them that.
On one side is the insensitive undermining of important relationships. The woman who will make a new tiffen for me at 10 pm because I threw a tantrum about dinner, the woman who will hunt down all the lizards in the house for my sake, the woman who never made me feel guilty about waking up late (and left me totally unprepared for the rest of the world) can only be my amma (mother). No mother -in-law, aunt, teacher or anyone else can be my amma. I can call no one else “Amma”, not even Jayalalitha.
The other side of the argument is the basic sincerity that I feel I owe to the auto guy, the courier person or my mother-in-law. I wouldn’t want to say something I didn’t mean, not even to the HDFC woman who calls me every day at 11 in the morning asking me if I want a personal loan.
This atrocious metaphorical substitution for when you want to make someone feel extra special, when you are lazy to look for the precise descriptor, when you err on the side of dishonesty is a special kind of low that is unique to this age we live in.
This is not even just about people referring to other people. Look at the food world. Cauliflower rice is not rice. It is cauliflower mince. Oothappam or dosa or flatbread topped with cheese and veggies do not make a pizza. They are vegetable cheese oothappam, cheese dosa or cheese flatbread. And Zoodles (Zucchini noodles) is not pasta. Don’t tell me to sub my pasta with zoodles for a healthy yummy alternative. Don’t ever do it.
Here is aglio e olio I made with whole wheat real pasta with all that carb. I wouldn’t sub the pasta in this dish with anything other than pasta. It is one of the simplest pasta dishes to make but also incredibly flavorful , fresh and totally foolproof. The key to a good aglio e olio starts with perfectly fried garlic and ends with good quality olive oil and parmesan. I am sure you’ll love it. Enjoy!
Aglio e Olio
- Spaghetti pasta – 250 gm
- Olive oil – 1/4 cup
- Garlic cloves – 5 chopped fine
- Sliced Olives – 2 tbsp
- Sliced Mushrooms – 1 cup
- Chopped coriander leaves – 2 tbsp
- Grated Parmesan cheese - ½ cup + 3 tbsp
- Salt to taste
- Black pepper powder – ½ tsp
- Red chilli flakes – ½ tsp
- Bring a large pot of salted water to a boil.
- Slide pasta into the boiling water and cook until al-dente. Remove from heat, drain the pasta and reserve the pasta water.
- Add 2 tsp olive oil to a pan. When the oil turns hot, add the garlic cloves and fry for a few minutes or until they turn golden. Add the sliced mushrooms and fry for 3-4 minutes.
- Pour in about half a cup of the reserved pasta water. Add black pepper powder and red chilli flakes and cook until the liquid is reduced by half.
- Add the spaghetti into the pan and twirl to coat. Switch off. Pour the remaining olive oil and sprinkle a half cup of parmesan cheese all over. Top with chopped coriander leaves. Stir everything together.
- Serve topped with the remaining parmesan cheese. Enjoy!