Ever wonder how a simple dish like a sevai can transport you to a different time in memory? Well that happens with me and every time I eat I never forget to remember those days. I even wonder if those days were really as wonderful they are in my memory. Well I guess they must have been if I remember about those times so much.
The many mornings when Amma would so adventurously declare that she is making Idiyappam for breakfast. The glow and the delight that comes to my step was infectious. Later about couple of hours later, with the spirits still intact we would declare we will conquer the Idiyappams sometime. By then everybody at home would have tried their hands at making the dough come through the thin holes of the idiyappam maker.