Because body is the temple of God…

Rice and lentils in a ratio that is sacred to each household are soaked all night, even until the first signs of dawn appear. They are then ‘thrown,’ more often with resentment of waking up early to feed the family, into a contraption, which we lovingly called, the wet grinder- belonging to a race superior than the dry’er counterparts! The resulting batter is then fermented and steamed in molds and served piping hot with chutney and Sambar.

There is something that wants to mess things up. That just cannot tolerate a happy times with good bite and that same thing, which shall remain unnamed, has begun the no-refined-carbs revolution, and the rice in idli had to exit. The holier/healthier version includes Oats in its place. And the fear of exclusion and even more, ridicule prompted us to make the switch.

I rest my case and the picture says it all!