It was a quarter to two pm, and the stomach had just started to grumble, by way of its sound, and burning with emptiness.The message was clear, and the choices on the highway were immense, with all the billboards advertising their presence, and the cuisines available.
We finally selected and settled in on Annapurna, on entering koyambath oorunga.
Opposite to KMCH, this hotel was well located, attracting a mix of customers,
Having our temperatures checked, and de-sanitising our sensitive hands, we chaired to a lavish spread of a thali without a name, cheating our senses, it was going to be a simple meal.
It was a large circle of a plate, with a banana leaf cut to size and fit, inlaid with nine cups arranged at the rim, filled with
1) Dal
2) potatoes and peas, pasted with spice
3) drum stick, beans and radish, avial
4) keerai kootu
5) drumstick sambar
6) vathal kulambhu
7) rasam
8) thick curd ( adjective, specific)
9) payasam.
Out of the cups and in the centre was an appalam, and hiding beneath it was a small finger more molaga.
With multiple servings of steaming white rice, the lovely food was chewed well and relished in slow motion.
It was wonderful while it lasted, leaving a digested memory for times to follow on road.
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