What a weird title, you may think. That's the truth that many of us experience and endure. And that's a combination of both things that I have, Sweet Tooth and Tooth Ache.
Unfortunately (or fortunately), I have sweet teeth and teeth aches - if only, the English language would allow such a gross misuse of words and speech, life would have been much easier. For better or for worse.
So the idea for this blog came up this morning while I was relishing the opportunity to dive into the box of Mysore Pak that my mother specially prepared for me. For those who are unaware, Mysore Pak is a sweet dish and not some historically significant event that happened between Mysore and Pakistan. One of my favorite sweet dishes (among many many others) that I happened to crave once I returned to India. Although, it helped that just 2 days back I had a generous dose of the same at Usha Mami's place (better get used to the names that I will put up in some of my posts). Coming back to the point, as soon as I had my first bite of the Pak this morning, the taste buds lit up but the teeth simply refused to comply, thereby reminding me that I still need to get the dish past them through to the tummy. The pain was unbearable (momentarily) - just akin to paying toll for going between Mulund and Thane - but once the gatekeeper is satisfied, so are you. For a moment, I had a feeling, my dentist in Buffalo Grove (Chicago) has paid my teeth to inflict as much pain as possible to teach me a lesson as to what I can eat and what I can't hog.
Born with an affinity towards ALL things sweet (not just limited to food, but let's not deviate), I have pretty much been the dumping ground wherever I go - for the fact that, in all South Indian households (specially in my relations), sweets hold quite a significant place and almost all the people that I know just pretty much hate it. So once the cat is out of the bag (and I double up as quite a fat-cat), there is no stopping people from force-feeding me sweets and all kinds of them. Who am I to resist, right? Tell that to my heart and my paunch.
So from Sheera to Peda (all varieties) to Paal Payasam to Mysore Pak to Soan Papdi (a killer in the truest sense) to Ras Malai and some limited varieties of Laddoos, I am game for it - my teeth might disagree initially, but the sweet will eventually just sweeten the deal.
And now with Diwali looming, the flood gates are officially open.
After all, there is nothing better than a sweet victory.
Unfortunately (or fortunately), I have sweet teeth and teeth aches - if only, the English language would allow such a gross misuse of words and speech, life would have been much easier. For better or for worse.
So the idea for this blog came up this morning while I was relishing the opportunity to dive into the box of Mysore Pak that my mother specially prepared for me. For those who are unaware, Mysore Pak is a sweet dish and not some historically significant event that happened between Mysore and Pakistan. One of my favorite sweet dishes (among many many others) that I happened to crave once I returned to India. Although, it helped that just 2 days back I had a generous dose of the same at Usha Mami's place (better get used to the names that I will put up in some of my posts). Coming back to the point, as soon as I had my first bite of the Pak this morning, the taste buds lit up but the teeth simply refused to comply, thereby reminding me that I still need to get the dish past them through to the tummy. The pain was unbearable (momentarily) - just akin to paying toll for going between Mulund and Thane - but once the gatekeeper is satisfied, so are you. For a moment, I had a feeling, my dentist in Buffalo Grove (Chicago) has paid my teeth to inflict as much pain as possible to teach me a lesson as to what I can eat and what I can't hog.
Born with an affinity towards ALL things sweet (not just limited to food, but let's not deviate), I have pretty much been the dumping ground wherever I go - for the fact that, in all South Indian households (specially in my relations), sweets hold quite a significant place and almost all the people that I know just pretty much hate it. So once the cat is out of the bag (and I double up as quite a fat-cat), there is no stopping people from force-feeding me sweets and all kinds of them. Who am I to resist, right? Tell that to my heart and my paunch.
So from Sheera to Peda (all varieties) to Paal Payasam to Mysore Pak to Soan Papdi (a killer in the truest sense) to Ras Malai and some limited varieties of Laddoos, I am game for it - my teeth might disagree initially, but the sweet will eventually just sweeten the deal.
And now with Diwali looming, the flood gates are officially open.
After all, there is nothing better than a sweet victory.
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