Tuesday, September 08, 2015

Memories Of Food - Butter Biscuit

Butter biscuit imposter
There were little golden discs stacked inside a glass jar. Towers of forbidden delights. It's only 50 paisa each, I'd plead with Amma who for some unfathomable reason was against me buying loosely-sold food. Her ban only made the butter biscuits at Chettiar quad more attractive, Someone once bought me one and the biscuit tumbled in my mouth all too easily leaving me to lick my fingers for hours. The taste lingered in my memory for days afterwards.

I cannot remember how or when I stopped pestering for butter biscuits. May be it was a case of sour grapes (bitter biscuits?). May be I just grew up, I cannot tell. Not long ago, I gave into my son's nagging and bought a packet of All-Butter Shortbread. I was tempted to pick one for myself but stopped short. It somehow didn't look right inside a packet. It belonged in a glass jar on a grime-laden counter with a watchful old man sitting behind it.


3 comments:

Unknown said...

I keep a gratitude journal and just wanted to say your post today (10 month wait!) has found a place in it.

abhi said...

How very sweet! I am touched and grateful that my post made it to your gratitude list.

Anonymous said...

Ha! Love those butter biscuits - we used to get something called Varkeys, that I have not been able to find anywhere in the US (How I miss them with tea? The closest cousin is rusk, but it doesn't fit in the palm like the Varkeys did)