Plum in my pudding!

Plum: a sweet and sour fruit and its smell will always remind me of my childhood.

The only dessert that I enjoy making is pudding, preferably chocolate pudding .So, yesterday I decided to roll up my sleeves, shake off my laziness and make a small portion of pudding with the leftover milk. Co-incidentally, some ripe plums also happened to be sitting in the fruit tray of my fridge asking to be eaten. So, I complied with their request; but instead of eating them like an orangutan I decided to eat them in Famous Five style, i.e. in a pudding.

I have never in my life eaten, let alone made plum pudding. It was just one of those times when I rely on my instincts (the internet wasn't working yesterday,so I had to make do with instinct) yesterday and start cooking.  So, if you ever want to try this ( because it turned out to be pretty decent),here’s a recipe to guide you to some extent:

                                               

                                                                     Ingredients

For the pudding:

1.      500 ml full cream milk;

2.      3 eggs;

3.      2 ripe plums;

4.      1 table spoon drinking chocolate power;

5.      sugar ( depends on how sweet your tooth is);and

6.      cardamom powder

For the plum syrup drizzle:

1.      One deseeded and finely chopped plum (retain the peel);

2.      3 table-spoons sugar;

3.      200ml water; and

4.       a tiny wedge of cinnamon

                                                        Process

1.      Boil milk

2.      Beat eggs, mix the sugar and chocolate powder, and start beating again

3.      Deseed the plum and take off the peel. If you have a hand blender then use it to make a purée, if you are unlucky like me, then use your hands and a spoon. The result is the same. Now mix this with the eggs mixture,

4.      Pour this mix in container, sprinkle cardamom on top of it and put it inside the pressure cooker. After 10 whistles, switch off the gas and let the pudding cool. You should ideally refrigerate it for 2 hours.

5.      For the plum syrup, combine water and sugar, bring them to boil. Now put the chopped plums into the syrup and wait for the color to change to deeper pink. Oops! Don’t forget to add the cinnamon.

6.      Spoon out the remains of the plum, and let the syrup alone!

Serving: Invert the pudding on a dish. Now, take your luscious plum syrup and smell it, isn’t it wonderful? Now, slowly drizzle your pudding with this syrup, put on some nice romantic music and indulge into its zesty goodness.

VIDEO ALERT!!  I was browsing through plum pudding recipes today,interestingly most of them don't use raw plums,like I did. But found this on youtube which I have to try. 

PS: This is not one of those snooty blogs,where everything is ladylike,hence the recipe has to bear that wild trademark. So,this recipe is not plum pudding,it's rather plum in pudding.

Metamorphosis on Dashami

“ Tomorrow you will be me.”

These words rang again and again in her ears. It had been a perfect Navami evening. She had worn a red sari with golden border. He had whispered in her ears (lines from a song). Love is silly but she had been a happy woman last night.

But today she had mutated into a eunuch.

Priyam and Sudipto were returning after an evening of pandal hopping on a crowded local train. They were invited by Sudipto’s parents i.e. Priyam’s in-laws for Dashami rituals at his ancestral home in the suburbs. It was the last local and a few eunuchs had got on the train. They edged their way through the crowd extorting money.

They came towards Sudipto demanded money. Sudipto ignored. They pulled the sleeves and the collar of his kurta. Priyam shouted at them, “ Get out of here”.

“Why should we whore, does the train belong to your father or to your pimp?”

Priyam fumed. “ You pests. Goddamn hijras. Get going quick!”

Soon Priyam had a crowd of supporters. There was a scuffle and when the next stop came the eunuchs were thrown off the train. Just as the train was moving, one of the eunuchs grabbed Priyam’s hand from the window, and said in a cold tone, “Tomorrow you will be me.”

According to popular belief, a eunuch’s curse comes true.

The next morning, Priyam woke up and saw that she was in a filthy room. There were unknown sleeping bodies on her right and her left. She gave a silent scream. The eunuch’s voice echoed in her head, “You are me today.”She apologized to the voice in her head. She said that her husband would worry if he woke up to find his wife missing. The voice just laughed.

A hand was shaking her. “Get up pig.” She saw an odd face staring at her. “Guru is calling you. Quick put some water in your hair . The municipal water seems to have gone to the immersions too.” Priyam felt her head spinning, was it her life or a whirlwind? Guru? Municipal water? Where was she?

She prayed to the Goddess but it was the face of the dreadful eunuch which came to her mind. She put some water in her hair and combed it. As she entered the Guru’s room, she felt like she was in a sadistic-fantasy novel. A portly eunuch, was sitting on a sofa wearing a nightdress.

“How did business go?”

Priyam: “ummm….good.” (“What else to say”, she thought.)

"How much did you pay the police-man?"

Priyam: “…don’t know. Someone else did. (She suppressed a guffaw, “Seriously,I should be smearing sindur on others at this time")

The Guru’s voice interrupted her thoughts. “I was thinking…. I will send you and Chameli to the women.”

Priyam: “Which women?”

“Oooof! I mean Tumpa Di’s girls. She wants someone from our community. Nowadays men, want more than a woman. Hope you understand; changing times...At least you will be paid for your services, and not get slammed for free by  drunken policemen. Moreover the area gets proper water supply. You will be happy. They will come for you soon Durga.”

“Durga, so that’s what they call this body. Paradoxical” she thought. Her situation was tragic with elements of comedy and fantasy , or may be something which her literature professor would describe as- Magic Realism.

A voice called out, “Durga we have been invited to Narendra Babu’s Pujo, he is fielding Guru as a candidate for the municipality elections from his party. Come get ready.”

Drums were beating all around at Narendra Babu's house. Priyam was wildly dancing. She got on the truck which was carrying the Goddess, along with other eunuchs. Soon they reached the river. They slowly lowered the Goddess, into the water. Far away, she saw the setting sun on the horizon. It looked beautiful,so beautiful…

“You look so beautiful in white and red. Come on, father’s friends have arrived and they want to meet you.”

Priyam whirled around. She almost collapsed. Her life had been given back to her suddenly. She thanked the eunuch who had been speaking to her, in her head all this time, but she got no reply. She didn’t know how it happened, but she was too happy and postponed all her questions.

Sudipto’s father was chatting with his friends. One of them said “Do you know what my crazy brother Narendra has done? He has announced a hijra as a candidate, from his party in the municipality elections .The eunuch is called Durga Devi. Hahahahaaa…”