Hyacinth beans transports me back to my childhood – of a huge family garden that adorned the front of our home and of the beautiful deep purple pink flowers. They sparked up one corner of our lush green patch. The home that belonged to all of us, where we lived as a “joint family” – great grandparents, grandparents, uncles, aunts, cousins all of us under one roof.
This is insanely good! If you love the aroma of fried garlic and the charred chili peppers you are going to get under the influence of the flavors pretty soon. Forever.
These little globes of joy are filled with nostalgia and memories that makes every little bite blissful.
Narkel Naru in real life is not filled with anything. They are kind of sticky and sweet and brown (when made with gur). They are also a pleasure to sink your teeth in. The smell of cardamom, gur and coconut is divine and some might say that it is exotic, but for me it is only an innate part of growing up.
I grew up in a land where coconut trees are in abundance. Last time when I visited home, the tall towering trees with green long swaying leaves I viewed from the airplane window immediately started an untold story in my heart; memories flooded back, that warm, fuzzy feeling of homecoming had begun. Coconut has indoctrinated into the fabric of life, culture and customs of the South Asians.
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