Monday, March 29, 2021

6 things you’ll only know if you’re already nervous about your diary filling up

From independent.co.uk

By Liz Connor

It just feels too soon… doesn’t it?!

When your diary has been empty save for the odd Zoom call every now and again, filling it back up is mostly exciting but can also cause a good deal of anxiety too.

Just the thought of getting back to our hectic social routines feels like one big emotional rollercoaster and we’re terrified we’ve forgotten how to be smart, funny, interesting human beings.

If this sounds like your current internal dilemma, you’ll probably relate to some of the points on this list….

1. Every time you commit to a plan, a little part of you freaks out

There are so many stages to making plans – even simple ones like going to the pub – that you never really thought about before. There’s the stress of planning your transport, the fear of making sure you have a clean outfit ready and the utterly bizarre thought of having to pack a handbag.

Oh and let’s not forget the genuinely terrifying task of socialising with people. After months of sitting alone in sweatpants with nothing to do and nobody to hang out with, it’s no real surprise that having a life again feels kind of terrifying.

2. You’re already keeping some weekends free for self-care

Despite the loneliness of the pandemic, seeing your precious Saturdays get swallowed up by weddings and birthday drinks is already quite alarming.

You’ve decided the best way to handle restrictions lifting is to ease yourself back into the world of socialising slowly and carefully. Right now, there’s a giddy kind of pressure to say ‘yes’ to everything that comes your way, but the last thing you want to do is over-commit and burnout before summer’s even here.

3. There are some people you actually don’t want to see

Let’s face it, we all have those people in our lives that are a bit of a chore to hang out with. You might have actually enjoyed having a year off from spending time with them.

But as fate would have it, they just happen to be one of the first people to slide into your DMs and invite you over for garden catch-up drinks. Send help.

4. You’re already stressing about what to wear

Clothes and trends are something you haven’t had to worry about for a while, so now you have the overwhelming task of planning a full spring/summer wardrobe.

You have no idea what’s in style anymore, let alone if any of your ‘normal’ clothes still fit you, but you’ve already signed up to a bunch of different events so you better start moodboarding on Pinterest ASAP.

5. You’re preemptively feeling annoyed about your bank balance

You’re already starting to resent how much money you’re going to be spending on tickets to bottomless brunch.

You’re genuinely nervous that the excitement and activities of summer could cause you to spend frivolously and undo all the good work you did getting your finances in order over the last year (furlough and job difficulties aside). Let’s hope your pals are up for some cheap drinks in your garden – or you might have to rethink the friendship.

6. You’re already planning some conversation starters

Call us crazy, but in-person social interaction is pretty awkward right now. You struggle to make light-hearted conversation with your local barista in masks, so goodness knows how you’ll manage a whole day of chit chat with people you care about.

Fortunately, you’ve got a handy trick up your sleeve. Rather than relying on your rusty social skills, you’ve prepared some stock questions to ask your mates, should you suddenly run out of conversation. From learning about their all-time favourite films to sharing interesting facts about yourselves, you’re fully expecting the first outing to feel like an awkward icebreaker activity at a work away day.

And on that note, you’re treating it a bit like work by mandating start and end times to socialising. There’s only so much fun we can take before we want to go home, put on our tracksuit and re-watch Tiger King all over again.

https://www.independent.co.uk/life-style/zoom-tiger-king-b1823905.html

Saturday, March 27, 2021

Lady Pamela Hicks reveals Queen's Royal tour pranks and 'tremendous arm muscles'

From telegraph.co.uk

Lady Pamela describes some of her most intimate moments with the sovereign, reading from never-before-seen journals 

To the rest of the world, the Queen is a distant figure to be admired from afar, a face on a coin, a wave or a smile on television.

But to Lady Pamela Hicks, she is a childhood friend and confidante, a brilliant mimic, Highland dancing partner and chocolate lover.

Lady Pamela, 91, a first cousin of the Duke of Edinburgh, was at the Queen’s side as lady-in-waiting for some of history’s most defining moments, from her wedding to her coronation, at which she revealed, her uncle, Lord Brabourne, wore robes borrowed from a film costume department.

For the first time on television, she has described some of her most intimate moments with the sovereign, reading from never-before-seen journals, which marvel at the Queen’s “tremendous arm muscles” from the constant waving and recount how the newly-crowned monarch tricked a boatload of tourists searching for her in Australia.

Queen Elizabeth II and Prince Philip surrounded by a mass of flag-waving children during a children's picnic at Forbury Park Racecourse, New Zealand, Jan 1954

Queen Elizabeth II and Prince Philip surrounded by a mass of flag-waving children during a children's picnic at Forbury Park Racecourse, New Zealand, Jan 1954 Credit: Hulton Royals Collection 

As well as keeping chocolates in her room to prevent her “greedy” family from swiping them, the monarch is revealed to be surprisingly thrifty, once sending a message to her mother, querying her need for so many new dresses. 

The missive elicited a “very tart reply”. 

Should lingering doubts remain, Ms Hicks, a bridesmaid when her godfather, Prince Charles, married Diana, Princess of Wales, recalled being handed down thermal underwear that had once belonged to Princess Anne, 17 years her senior.

From the upcoming ITV show – in the middle of a six-month tour, the Queen and Prince Philip spent Christmas at a private house, as a guest of the Governor General of New Zealand, Sir Willoughby Norrie

From the upcoming ITV show – in the middle of a six-month tour, the Queen and Prince Philip spent Christmas at a private house, as a guest of the Governor General of New Zealand, Sir Willoughby Norrie Credit: The Queen Unseen / ITV pictures

When, in 1952, an ailing King George VI asked his daughter to undertake a Commonwealth tour on his behalf, it was Lady Pamela she asked to accompany her.

Urged by her father, Lord Mountbatten, to keep a diary, she began: “February 1, 1952. We landed in Nairobi punctually at 10.15. It was a very formal arrival with men wearing swords and decorations. The governor was there to receive Lillibet.”

But just days later, all carefully laid plans were abandoned. The King had died as the royal party slept at the Treetops hotel, Kenya’s oldest safari lodge.

“She climbed up that ladder as a Princess and then, in the morning, she came down the ladder as Queen,” Lady Pamela noted. “But she didn’t know.”

Later given the news by his “stunned” equerry, Prince Philip suggested he and his wife go for a stroll by a trout stream.

“You could see the moment she’s been told, the body language,” Lady Pamela recalled. “She stopped walking and slumped a bit. And one thought, how awful for her.”

Reminiscing about the Queen's coronation, she described how “frail” she had looked, sitting in the sunlight at Westminster Abbey.

“Seeing her, this young woman of 27, utterly alone, I wondered how she’ll have the strength to undertake this duty all her life,” she admitted. 

A few months later, Lady Pamela was again by the Queen’s side as she embarked on a six-month tour of the Commonwealth.

It was a gruelling trip and even on days off, it was hard to get away from royal watchers. 

She laughed as she read a journal entry from their time in Australia: “I sat with Lillibet under a tree, listening to her holding forth about being marooned on a desert island,” she said.

Queen Elizabeth II and the Duke of Edinburgh on the day of their coronation

Queen Elizabeth II and the Duke of Edinburgh on the day of their coronation Credit: Hulton Archive 

 “But she cheered up considerably, when a boatload of trippers appeared shouting whether we had seen the Queen, where is she?

“Lillibet, in slacks, tore down to the beach, pointed to the other side of the island and yelled: ‘She went that-a-way’ and jumped up and down with joy as the boat disappeared around the corner.”

In another telling entry, she wrote: “Philip and Lillibet have to keep waving nearly all day long. She’s developed tremendous muscles in her arms. Sitting still in a car, being yelled at and having to wave is part of the tour that Philip loathes.”

The death of Lord Mountbatten

Lady Pamela Hicks had chosen not to go out on the boat with her father, Lord Mountbatten, that day in August 1979 when he was killed by an IRA bomb hidden aboard.

“We were having a wonderful holiday,” she said. “You could see he (her father) was having great fun, going much too fast and turning much too quickly. And then, a bomb went off.

“Nothing was left. There were just all these bits of dark green wood scattered all over the sea.”

Earl Mountbatten, 79, died alongside his grandson Nicholas Knatchbull, 14, Lady Doreen Brabourne, 83, and a local boat boy called Paul Maxwell, 15.

Lady Pamela’s sister Patricia, her husband John and their son Timothy, Nicholas’s twin, were injured.

After the funeral, the royal party boarded a train at Waterloo, and the Queen summoned Lady Pamela.

“She asked me to tell her exactly what had happened, because she adored my father,” she said.

“And then, silence. The Queen’s emotions are all inside, always. She is very strong.”

Ms Hicks said her mother rarely spoke of the bombing, because there was a great sense that it was her sister’s story.

“My aunt was on the boat, my aunt lost a child, my aunt lived through it and survived it,” she said.

“But I felt it was important because otherwise people would assume that my mother’s had been a very easy life. Of course she’s had a very blessed, privileged, remarkable life, but it hasn't been easy. Every family carries great, dark demons and my family is no different.”

https://www.telegraph.co.uk/royal-family/2021/03/26/lady-pamela-hicks-reveals-queens-royal-tour-pranks-tremendous/ 

Wednesday, March 24, 2021

I wrote in my diary every day for the last year and reading back over the pandemic is emotional

From standard.co.uk

By Katie Strick

Can you remember what you were doing on March 23 2020? The joy of journalling is looking back on the smaller, less historic moments, too, says Katie Strick

What were you doing on March 23 2020? If you’d have asked me before I’d read my diary I’d have assumed it was a day of nervous WhatsApping ahead of Boris’ big announcement. But according to my scribbled entry from the day we went into lockdown, there are a few things I’d forgotten.

Like every millennial adjusting to life on screen, I’d just discovered the joys of Houseparty (so had mummastrick473, much to my horror) and lolled with my housemates about the strangeness of my GP giving me an elbow bump. On a post-Joe Wicks high, I’d also drafted an article that feels tragically fitting: the joy of keeping a diary to document this historic “few weeks”. Remember when it was only supposed to be a three-week circuit-breaker?

52 weeks later and the fact that I optimistically started each diary entry with “WFH Day x” tells you all we need to know about the strange bubble of naivety most of us found ourselves in this time last year (more on bubbles later).

We’ve all reminisced about those little-did-we-know moments since then - that last day in the office, that last meal out with friends - but the joy of keeping a diary is that I can look back on the smaller, less historic moments, too.

 

                                   Katie Strick

Like any year, there have been some diary entries that make me smile to look back on, and certainly some that don’t. I like how we spent those first weeks calling it coronavirus, not Covid. I like that we once had to explain the significance of Joe Wicks to readers, before he became a verb. I like that my friends and I raved non-sarcastically about Zoom quizzes and spent hours on compilation videos for the unlucky (lucky?) few to have birthdays early-on.

Even the bits I’d rather not remember are still worth remembering. I’d forgotten about the old man who welled up next to me in an empty veg aisle in Sainsbury’s, but my diary brought me right back to the sadness of that moment. I’d had to hold it together while I comforted him, but beneath my mask (apparently masks were still a bone of contention back then) I was just as frightened as he was to see that the stockpiling headlines weren’t just fear-mongering.

Other memories came flooding back too. I’d forgotten the difference it made when neighbours I’d never met dropped notes through the door in those first few days. I’d forgotten about the magic of joining a virtual choir and the shameless comfort of singing to a screen alone in my living room. I’d forgotten quite how moved we all felt the first time we stood on our doorsteps banging pots and pans. That evening, I’d leaned out of my top-floor window thinking I’d be the only one clapping. Moments later I had my first wave of Clap for Carers FOMO as the real party raged on below me at street-level - it’s a shame that wartime-like spirit tailed off as the months went on.  

With the benefit of hindsight, I’d even forgotten how real that fear was when the Prime Minister, my parents’ age, joined the thousands of patients fighting for their life in intensive care.

“Think I preferred it when Sunday night dramas weren’t immersive,” I tweeted a month later as post-Covid Boris addressed the country at the height of the first lockdown. The Stay Alert and work-from-home-don’t-work-from-home orders made for a thousand amusing memes, but beneath all the Live Laugh Love posters, “support bubble?” WhatsApps and Bernard Castle quips, most of us were anxious, confused, and still more than a little bit scared. We’re used to the news impacting our everyday actions now, but it’s easy to forget how the feeling was new to us back then. 

A discussion around the dinner table recently saw my family reminisce about the little things we missed from life pre-lockdown. Hugs were up there, obviously, as were spontaneous dinners out, sipping a friend’s drink before deciding what to order, and weekends flitting between London and our parents’ house without the need to pack our bags for four-month stints in our childhood bedrooms. These moments have always brought us joy but if it hadn’t been for 2020, would we have ever stopped to recognise the freedom in them?

I’ll continue to miss all of the above (did I mention hugs?) but I hope that in years to come my diary will be a reminder of the highs and lows of lockdown, too. The joy of a hot bath. That knowing smile you exchange with a stranger on a lunchtime walk. The week-defining intensity of Normal People, I May Destroy You and Quiz (you’d forgotten about that one, hadn’t you?).

As the world prepares to reopen, slowly, it’ll be those little things I’ll be holding onto - and logging in my diary to reel off in March 2022. After all, if the last year has taught us anything it’s that sometimes, those little things are the biggest things of all.

https://www.standard.co.uk/escapist/one-year-pandemic-lockdown-coronavirus-memories-b925588.html 

 

 

 

Saturday, March 20, 2021

Keeping a diary of food memories

From lifestyle.livemint.com 

The pandemic has spurred people from all walks of life to chronicle their family food histories, create archives of regional cuisines, and better understand what we eat 

For Bharati Sengupta, now in her late 70s, memories of leaving her village, Puthia, in Bangladesh’s Rajshahi district for a refugee colony in the Murshidabad district of West Bengal a few years before the 1971 Bangladesh Liberation War are still vivid. “I will never be able to forget my childhood days. So much happiness and peace, maan-shomman (respect),” she says. Nor can she forget the fresh food from the neighbouring ponds and fields in Rajshahi.

The great Bengal famine of 1942-43 too is deeply etched in her family’s collective memory. Cat-dida, as she is fondly called by her grandchildren owing to her love for cats, remembers a dish her mother taught her at the time, which has a direct connection with the famine. She called it durbhikkhyo torkari, or sabzi of the famine. It was made with radish stalks, roots of leafy green vegetables, cauliflower stems, bottle gourd peel and green peas—essentially elements that would have been discarded in normal circumstances.

Sibendu Das, 39, has been collecting culinary stories such as Sengupta’s as part of the “Unsung Kitchens of Bengal” initiative on his Instagram account, Pickle to Pilaf. A content consultant with a real estate firm in Kolkata, he has been documenting the lesser-known food practices of Bengal through the pandemic. For Das, his Instagram page has become a repository of memories—an archive of sorts—of people of the state, from Birbhum and Malda to Midnapore and the 24 Parganas.

Just like his account, many other archiving projects, chronicling lesser-known Indian culinary narratives, sprang up during the pandemic. They tell stories ranging from familial histories to sociopolitical events and the evolution of sub-cuisines. These projects—in the form of an Instagram page, or a series of articles or a book—create a nuanced understanding of our diverse food habits, topped with dollops of nostalgia. The pandemic gave people time to reflect, connect and delve into their traditions to find not just old recipes but gain an understanding of culture, politics, economics, even climate change.

Indranee Ghosh’s recently released Spiced, Smoked, Pickled, Preserved, another memoir of family recipes, brings together Bengali and Khasi cuisines, with a few elements from Nepali cooking thrown in. This chronicle of a Bengali family living in the Khasi hills is full of stories—some poignant and others hilarious. There are tales of locavores, ghosts and premonitions, and stories of rare foods such as unei, which resembles a poppy seed and is crushed and shallow-fried with onions and green chillies. There is even a mention of “lobworms”, or edible worms found in trenches during the 1962 India-China war.

Later this year, Hachette will be publishing Rasa: The Story Of India In 100 Dishes by Shubhra Chatterji, enthralling stories of a hundred dishes the author has collected over the past 10 years. The book traces the history of India through its cuisines. The chapters include recipes and stories of the origin and evolution of those dishes.

Recipe card for gunpowder ‘podi’ created by Aaryama Somayaji for Podi Life, a small home-run brand which makes heirloom south Indian blends. Photo: courtesy Aaryama Somayaji/High on Mangoes
Recipe card for gunpowder ‘podi’ created by Aaryama Somayaji for Podi Life, a small home-run brand which makes heirloom south Indian blends. Photo: courtesy Aaryama Somayaji/High on Mangoes

So what was it about the pandemic that prompted people to scour through old trunks filled with their great grandmother’s notebooks or vintage cookbooks to trace their culinary heritage? “2020 made us look at food in a way like never before. Before the pandemic, people were talking about indigenous produce but only as a niche thing. All that changed,” says author, food chronicler and culinary consultant Rushina Munshaw Ghildiyal. A good example of this would be the Squibsters Instagram handle run by the Bengaluru-based food stylist and photographer Sanskriti Bist, who documents indigenous produce from the Garhwal region in Uttarakhand. Her social media page explains how to use these ingredients such as mandua atta, timur, roasted perilla seeds and mustard flowers to recreate modern dishes such as ramen bowls.

Ghildiyal believes the lockdown came as an eye-opener. Produce was not being transported across long distances, so people were forced to eat locally and seasonally, and innovate in the kitchen. “Some of us had the opportunity to spend a lot of time at home with older people and explore family recipes. I am in Dehradun with my in-laws. Earlier, we would have come for holidays for a fortnight. But staying with them during the pandemic brought into focus the inherent wisdom passed down through generations,” she says.

A deep dive into family histories

Several food projects came up during the lockdown, allowing people to take a deep dive into culinary histories from around the country. Mythopia and Kurush Dalal, a Mumbai-based archaeologist and culinary anthropologist, held Studying Food workshops. Shubhra Chatterji curated a #HistoryOnAPlate series on Instagram, focusing on topics such as desi fermentation practices.

Ghildiyal started the Spice Chronicles series, mapping flavours from across India. Anindya Basu, who helms the website Pikturenama about food stories and photography, did Pujo reels on social media last year, connecting with Bengalis around the world through Durga Puja cuisine.

Ragini Kashyap of Third Culture Cooks (TCC) designed and hosted the Partition 73 series in August last year to explore the impact of the event on various aspects of life, '[including] family memories, art, music, history, community, and of course, food'. She conducted 60-minute interviews with notable chefs, authors, historians and survivors of the 1947 Partition. This series was motivated by a deep personal connection, as her family’s history was fundamentally altered by the events of 1947.

Prior to the lockdown, as part of her Bordered dinner series, Kashyap would host an August-1947 meal, exploring various aspects of the Partition over a six-course meal. However, in 2020, Kashyap decided to explore the subject from a wider perspective, including material memory with author Aanchal Malhotra, the changing face of the cities of Lahore and Delhi with Professor Nadhra Khan from LUMS, and the experience of splintered families with Chef Asma Khan, among several others. All the interviews are available on the Third Culture Cooks Facebook page and YouTube channel.

Ragini Kashyap of Third Culture Cooks. Photo: Alisha Vasudev
Ragini Kashyap of Third Culture Cooks. Photo: Alisha Vasudev

Kashyap started TCC in 2016 to meaningfully explore the relationship between food and history. This then evolved into a supper-club series, as part of which she spent two years interviewing people and mapping out the connections between food and geo-political conflict. Kashyap has now taken TCC a step further this year with two new food documentation initiatives—a podcast 'More than Masala', and an experiential virtual journey 'To Desi, From Desh'. The former is a collaboration with US-based Keith Sarasin, author, chef, speaker and restaurateur, hopes to be an easy, engaging conversation about the world of spices. “We both are coming to the topic from two very different perspectives - Keith as a chef, and me as a food researcher. The idea is to talk about how spices are used beyond the subcontinent, how people extract flavour from certain spices, pull out some interesting, lesser-known stories, and discuss why some practices have become popular in certain parts of the world,” she says.

The second initiative, 'To Desi, From Desh' is a journey to examine global culinary connectedness through the lens of Indian history. There are several groups of people who both made the subcontinent their home (To Desi), as well as those who moved away (From Desh). Every month, Kashyap will take participants through the journey, history, music and food of one region, ultimately making connections across global cuisines and cultures. Participants will receive exclusive podcasts, virtual interviews, recipes, music, and intimate chat sessions.

Over the course of her research, Kashyap has found fascinating insights about ingredients, nomenclature, human ingenuity and adaptation. For example, the bara, a variant of vada shows up across geographies as diverse as the Caribbean, Mauritius, Fiji and South Africa. While some baras are soft and pillowy, others are crunchy snacks. The fact that the same name is used is a testament to how strongly people worked to recreate foods from their homeland, while integrating new influences.

Projects such as these have nudged people to look inwards, explore family traditions and practices. “Even the kind of response we got to Indian Food Observance Days in 2020 was phenomenal, way more than any of the previous years. That just shows how keen people were in learning food history,” says Ghildiyal.

Sibendu Das of Unsung Kitchens of Bengal was glued to these food history workshops during the lockdown. “My parents stay in Chandannagar but I have an apartment in Kolkata due to my job. I was stuck there when the lockdown happened,” he says. As he started cooking for himself, Das realised how little he knew about Bengali cuisine. “Mochar ghonto, dhokar dalna—I have always eaten these but never thought what it takes to make them,” he says. While attending #HistoryOnAPlate lives and Dalal’s workshops, he began to realise the importance of documenting and archiving one’s own food history, understanding that culture, food, politics and gender are not mutually exclusive topics.

When he started asking his mother, grandmother and aunts—Sylheti Bengalis who had spent time in Tinsukia, Assam—about their unique food memories, Das realised they too had forgotten a lot from their childhoods. “The one meal that I have grown up hearing about is the annaprashan (baby’s first meal of grains) of my chhoto mama (younger uncle), which happened some 40 years ago. But no one remembers the menu any more, just the taste and how delicious it was,” says Das. That’s when he decided to start an Instagram page dedicated to Bengal’s food.

The journey since that day, 5 June, has proved to be a deeply educational one. For instance, when he posted about one particular saag, a woman from Srinagar noted that her family used to make something similar. Such culinary connections have changed the way he looks at food.

For one, cuisine is no longer apolitical. On Instagram, Das has dwelt on the impact the Bengal partition had on food, even the “food-shaming” of East Bengalis for their love of dried fish, or shidol. “When I started the page, I took it for granted that Bengalis already knew about such dishes. But as I started posting, Bengalis began to message that they didn’t know about some of the dishes, such as dhuki from Birbhum, a steamed rice cake which was made by one Muslim Bengali family,” he says.

Sibendu Das has chronicled the life and times of Bharati Sengupta, now in her late 70s, who makes the 'durbhikkhyo torkari', or sabzi of the famine. Photo: Sibendu Das
Sibendu Das has chronicled the life and times of Bharati Sengupta, now in her late 70s, who makes the 'durbhikkhyo torkari', or sabzi of the famine. Photo: Sibendu Das

These days, one can find Das picking his 85-year-old grandmother’s brains for food wisdom and knowledge. For one of the #HistoryOnAPlate lives with Chatterji, he recreated one of his grandmother’s recipes for kancha tok, a drink that was popular in Sylhet but is rarely made in homes any more. “This was the first of her recipes that I documented with proper notes. It is made with poppy seeds, coconut, gondhoraj lemon leaves, tamarind and jaggery,” he says.

Like Das, Rutuja Deshmukh, 38, too has spent the pandemic delving deep into her family history. She has been going through her great grandmother’s handwritten notebooks, which offer a glimpse of resplendent Thanjavur-Maratha cuisine. The first record of this cuisine dates back to the 1600s, when the state of Thanjavur enlisted the help of the Marathas to repel an attack by the king of Madurai. “These notebooks had been lying in my brother’s home for quite some time. A few years ago, while rummaging through my mother’s things, I came across these. My mother had been referring to them forever. But since she is no more, there was no way to ask about the contents within,” says Deshmukh, a professor of film studies and a doctoral candidate in Pune. One of the notebooks was in such a tattered shape that her mother rewrote the recipes. “I have those as well as the original ones,” she adds.

The recipes are quite elaborate, and very different from Deshmukh’s style of home cooking, which is more about simple everyday cooking and quick-fixes. They first came in handy a couple of years ago, when some friends were visiting and she wanted to make something different from the usual Awadhi or Hyderabadi dish. She started going through the notebooks, only to realise it wouldn’t be easy to recreate some of the dishes since the measures were in ser and rattan. Deshmukh first worked out the equivalents in modern measures like grams. And the dish turned out so well that she started cooking from the recipes more often. People would compliment her on the food and tell her it reminded them of her mother’s cooking.

“Thanjavur-Maratha style isn’t a pan-Marathi cuisine, hence not everyone knows about it. It was only during the lockdown that I managed to go through all the notebooks in detail. At that time, I had also started authoring a chapter on food, relationships and covid-19 for a Paris-based publication,” says Deshmukh. The notebooks didn’t just provide interesting recipes such as rabbit curry but also offered an insight into the personality of Shanta Devi—her Ajjima (great grandmother)—who came to Kolhapur as a newly-wed from Thanjavur and brought with her the nuances of this unique cuisine. “I was really impressed with her lively sense of humour, which is a departure from the Pune-Marathi style of caustic sarcasm,” says Deshmukh.

She says the notebooks are also a treasure trove of remedial and medicinal recipes. This is representative of the fact that at the time kitchens also functioned as apothecaries. “There is a very interesting concoction for lactating mothers. Your breasts end up getting sore, dry and dark. She has written a recipe for paan, which you first chew and then rub on yourself. There is also a recipe to reduce postpartum flab. I wish I had read these when I was a young mother,” smiles Deshmukh.

The case of the missing veggies

Akash Muralidharan designed ‘Missing’ posters for traditional vegetables that are no longer available in Chennai; Photo: courtesy Akash Muralidharan
Akash Muralidharan designed ‘Missing’ posters for traditional vegetables that are no longer available in Chennai; Photo: courtesy Akash Muralidharan

For food designer Akash Muralidharan, the quest to document the stories of Tamil Nadu’s forgotten vegetables started in January 2020, when he returned from Milan, Italy, to Chennai with a master’s degree in food design and innovation. Sifting through everything that had been stored in the room during his absence, he came across his grandmother’s copy of Samaithu Paar, a cookbook of 20th century vegetarian Tamil Brahmin cooking dating back to 1951. Written by chef Meenakshi Ammal, this book contained over 350 recipes.

“My grandmother had carried this book to her new home after getting married and it was a huge part of her life. As I went through the three volumes, I could relate to the moments from the past when she would have read the recipes and created the dishes,” says the 26-year-old, who teaches design at an architecture college in the city. Samaithu Paar is unique, for it is an early and rare example of a cookbook written in an Indian language. It went on to become a staple of trousseaus. Today, it helps outline the culinary landscape of that time.

While going through Samaithu Paar, Muralidharan came across several vegetables he didn’t recognise, since they don’t form part of the kitchen pantry today. These included air potatoes, or kaai valli kodi, and mookuthi avarai, or clove bean and sunberries. His grandmother would grow the latter in the backyard, but he hadn’t come across these berries since the family moved homes.

So he undertook a 100-day cooking challenge, starting 1 March , 2020. Each day, he would cook a recipe from the book and post the results on Instagram. Together with collaborators Priyadarshini Narayanan and Srishti Prabhakar, Akash Muralidharan created illustrations of the missing vegetables, sourcing information from farmers, greengrocers and friends.

In the process, Muralidharan discovered some of the vegetables are still grown in some regions of Tamil Nadu. He learnt about air potatoes from a friend whose grandmother was growing them in Thiruvannamalai. And he came across clove beans in the hinterland of Tamil Nadu.

“The best part about Samaithu Paar is that it doesn’t read like a cookbook or a manual, but like a story. It features interactions between persons and ingredients. The book doesn’t dictate instructions but has a beautiful narrative,” says Muralidharan. Certain things brought a smile to his face. For instance, the measurement for tamarind in sambar has been calculated as the equivalent of the size of a lemon. No wonder then that there has never been any other way of measuring tamarind at his home. “The book talks about the feel of cooking with hands. In some recipes, it mentions taking a palm-full of salt. This is not a universal measurement. But to me, it is very poetic, measuring stuff like this as opposed to an industrialised measurement,” he says.

For Muralidharan, this project is not just about nostalgia, but about finding connections between politics, culture, climate and food. It is this that pushed him to investigate the missing veggies and the reasons behind their difficult modern provenance.

The quest brought another realisation: of the kind of changes he would like to see within him and around him. “Farming is an activity everyone should be involved in, even in the city. Urban farming can help combat climate change. If urban farmers in Chennai start to grow some of the veggies like clove beans in the backyards or on the balconies, we will have far more sustainable food habits,” he says. “I am afraid that if we start forgetting these ingredients in the city, the farmers too will stop growing them as there will be no profit.”

Just like Muralidharan, Aaryama Somayaji too has been interpreting food memories through illustrations on her Instagram account, High on Mangoes. A graduate from the National Institute of Design, Vijayawada, she started drawing food nearly 1.5 years ago. “I was working on the covers of a poetry collection at Harper Collins India’s art/design department. There, I ended up looking at a lot of cookbooks and began doodling food,” stated Somayaji in a previous interview with Lounge. She wanted to make it a regular feature on her Instagram page and this led to the #FoodFriday series. She takes cues from people about cuisines, memories, lesser known produce, vintage vessels, and more, to translate them visually.

Forging connections

These archives aren’t just a repository of revelations, they are also helping create connections between people. For instance, Sanskriti Bist (Instagram handle @Squibsters) had travelled from Bengaluru to Dehradun to visit her parents when the lockdown happened. “I am from Uttarakhand but I have never had the opportunity to stay there for so long,” says Bist, who has just returned to Bengaluru after a year. “While there, I tried asking my maternal grandmother about Garhwali cuisine but she couldn’t offer much information. Due to close proximity of the region to Uttar Pradesh, and with locals migrating to the neighbouring states, the food we eat has taken on those hues.”

Usha Rawat (above) helped her younger neighbour Sanskriti Bist document produce from Uttarakhand during the lockdown. Photo: Sanskriti Bist
Usha Rawat (above) helped her younger neighbour Sanskriti Bist document produce from Uttarakhand during the lockdown. Photo: Sanskriti Bist

That’s when her neighbour stepped in. Till the lockdown, “Usha Aunty” [Usha Rawat] and she would merely greet one another and move on. But during the early days of the pandemic, interaction between the neighbours increased. “She comes from Mana village (last village of India) in Chamoli, which touches the Tibetan border. The cuisine there carries those influences, with hand-rolled noodles called sunder kala made with turmeric, atta, salt and pisyun lun (garlic leaves salt),” says Bist. Usha Aunty would source ingredients and pass them on to her, and soon Bist was drying mutton fat to make salted tea, fermenting jann, a local alcohol made with a starter called balam and jhangora (barnyard millet), and preserving produce in true Garhwali style. “She taught me different ways of extracting oil from apricot and drying and preserving different parts of mutton above the chulha (stove). Usha Aunty has amazing stories about how to catch and cook porcupine meat, which is considered a delicacy in Uttarakhand, and more,” she adds.

During the process of archiving, people have moved from collecting oral histories and older material to standardising measures and ingredients. Pune-based entrepreneur Aditi Bharadwaj started The Nanima Project last May in her grandmother’s memory. As a part of the project, she sent emails to friends and food enthusiasts about their favourite food memories. She received interesting responses, ranging from a signature cake pudding from Ayshwarya Serfoji Rajebhosle of Thanjavur, to handwritten recipes for a lemon fool, a rich, creamy dessert, going back to 1888, Agra, courtesy Claire Bailey.

The Nanima Project regularly posts about vintage cookbooks such as the one by The Zoroastrian Stree Mandal. Photo: courtesy The Nanima Project
The Nanima Project regularly posts about vintage cookbooks such as the one by The Zoroastrian Stree Mandal. Photo: courtesy The Nanima Project

“Through this project, I also wanted to get people to archive their own family’s food history. Maybe your grandmother made only bread pudding and omelette, but it’s those dishes that you remember. Digitise, document, archive family recipes, they are a great window to the diverse food cultures in our country,” Bharadwaj had noted in an earlier interview with Lounge.

Now, as she gets set to make pickles drawn from her family traditions, she has made it a point to note down the ingredients. “We tend to take our parents and grandparents for granted, that they will be around forever. Make sure to weigh, measure things and write them down. My plan is to cook through all the recipes handed down by my mother and those written in my grandmother’s notebook, and then post those on my page,” says Bharadwaj. “It is time to delve into our unique family histories and not follow social media trends blindly. If we did the latter, we would all be making dalgona coffee from Kanyakumari to Connecticut.”

https://lifestyle.livemint.com/news/big-story/the-quest-for-culinary-history-s-missing-pieces-111616161535264.html 


Thursday, March 18, 2021

Years of diary keeping richer than any app

From therep.co.za

Sixty years ago, Evangelia (Angela) Anaxagoras took the advice of the late Dr Arnold Rosen, here in Queenstown SA, and started keeping a daily diary to ensure she remembered to take her epilepsy medication.

She never skipped a day, even writing the day’s record on a serviette if she happened to be travelling.

She is now in the process of condensing all her diaries from those 60 years into a single ledger that will capture the most important events of her family – and the town.

Mrs Anaxagoras lived in Queenstown between 1958 and 1998. She started each diary page by recording medical details. Very soon, with her natural discipline, she started capturing her daily activities, the news of the day, and even her emotions.

FOND MEMORIES: Evangelia (Angela) Anaxagoras, a resident of Queenstown 
between 1958 and 1998, has kept a diary for the past 60 years  Picture: SUPPLIED

She hopes the ledger will one day make it easy for her children to access their family’s history, with all the correct dates and details. The original diaries are packed in a special box, in case more detail from any year is ever required.

Says Anaxagoras: “My advice to anyone wanting to keep a diary is: take it before the last tablet of the night, in a place where no one can disturb you, when everyone else is in bed and sleeping. No one can pester you then.” She continues: “Every day I track what I eat and then I can reflect on it and see what suited my digestion.  There have even been times my own records were more accurate than my doctor’s memory.

They have even helped me capture my feelings after my best friend (my husband) passed away.” They were members of the Greek community and together they ran a number of well-known eateries in the town, including the first restaurant where people of colour could legally eat during apartheid. These included The Rex Cafe, The Hexagon Fisheries, Charles’ Fruit Shop and Theo’s Snack Bar, the refurbished Waldorf CafĂ©, Charles’ Sweets and Charles’ Roadhouse. 

Friends and family are always surprised by how I remember everyone’s special occasions when I am not reminded by social media apps. It is because at the beginning of every year I write the names of people who are celebrating birthdays, Greek Orthodox name days and wedding anniversaries at the top of each page.”

https://www.therep.co.za/2021/03/17/years-of-diary-keeping-richer-than-any-app/ 

 

Friday, March 12, 2021

Plague journals and the need to capture time

From vox.com

Why do we preserve the scary, endless pandemic days?

The five young filmmakers of HBO’s Covid Diaries NYC refuse to put a happy face on the pandemic, and honestly, that’s a relief. When the coronavirus slid from headlines into their very real lives last spring, they picked up cameras and started recording what was happening around them. With the aid of a Manhattan nonprofit, the Downtown Community Television Centre, the five directors (ages 17 to 21) capture the well-grounded fears of essential workers and their families, the mental health tolls of isolation and dread, and the impossibility of escaping a virus that has reached pandemic proportions.

That very act — recording what was happening, as it was happening, from their points of view and narrated in their voices — makes them part of a long history of catastrophe diarists. For centuries, shattering events of epic proportions have provided a reason for people to pick up a pen, or a camera, and start recording. It’s the first draft of history. And it’s more raw, less prone to moralizing, more resistant to neat little narratives of triumph. What you get in a diary is not just events, but the rush of emotion that accompanies them.

In Covid Diaries NYC, the results are harrowing. Each roughly 8-minute short film, compiled into one collage-style feature, was shot from roughly April 2020 through the early summer, when unrest following the police killing of George Floyd added a new layer to the anxiety for some and provided others with an outlet for pent-up energy.

We meet Marcial, who lives in Manhattan with his grandmother. Marcial’s grandmother is a building super who spends even more time hauling trash around for the building’s residents now that they’re at home all the time. “That’s the only way for us to live in Manhattan,” he says. “We’ve gotta pick up garbage for rich people.” 

A hand rests on a black-covered book with lettering that says “Covid Diaries NYC.”

There’s an urge to keep a diary during a plague — and that’s nothing new.
HBO  

High schooler Aracelie was diagnosed with mental health conditions just before the pandemic and now, cooped up and separated from her friends, she’s struggling to remain afloat.

Camille’s father, who works at the MTA fixing train doors, watches friends get sick and then gets sick himself; Camille and her mother hole up in the basement and listen to him cough through the ceiling. 

Shane is the only white participant, which means Covid Diaries NYC mirrors Covid-19’s disproportionate effect on New Yorkers of colour. His mother, a preschool teacher, sees her worst fears materialize when she’s furloughed. And his family, barely squeaking by already, discovers that the change of scenery that comes with driving west toward his father’s home state of Wisconsin doesn’t change their collective panic.

And Rosemary watches in anger as people who refuse to wear masks board the bus that her father drives. Her parents tell her of their struggles to make a better life as immigrants. By the end of her segment, the family is watching as Covid-19 creeps in on their friends and family. Rosemary’s grandmother has tested positive, too.

None of the segments provide snappy conclusions — or, really, any conclusions at all. We are left hoping these five are okay, all these months later. I hope Camille’s father and Rosemary’s grandmother got better, that Shane’s family found a way to get back on their feet, that Marcial has found an outlet for his energy, that Aracelie is stable. Covid Diaries NYC leaves us wondering.

But that is what it’s like to read a diary, which doesn’t, and can’t, wrap up neatly. It starts when the diarist decides to start, and ends when they finish or, more likely, lose interest. There’s no clear-cut and easy conclusion to a diary. Which is, when I think of it, a lot like a pandemic.

In their most basic form, diaries are simply a way to record what happened and what the diarist thought of it, to make sure time doesn’t simply slip away. I’ve always been terrible at keeping diaries on paper, but I know people who’ve done it for years, and I envy them. They regard it as a kind of therapeutic practice, a way to work through the day’s emotions, informational intake, and events. To process existence, really.

In this pandemic, the diaries have proliferated, too. For some people, they’re a way of simply taking things one day at a time. Ben Goldberg, a renowned jazz clarinetist, started releasing daily, dated improvisations on March 19, 2020; though they are no longer a daily practice, he is still posting new ones on Bandcamp a year later. Sometimes they’re dedicated to someone who has died or who’s having a birthday, or bear cryptic names. Goldberg calls the project “Plague Diary.” 

The Portuguese novelist Goncalo Tavares did the same thing in his own medium for a while. The New York Review of Books published several installments of “Pandemic Journals” from notable writers, though that endeavor petered out, too; the last one was in May 2020. Early in the pandemic, many other publications followed suit.

People sometimes just keep diaries for themselves. But there’s always the feeling that they’re also for history. And given the nature of our contemporary plague — the way it has kept us away from one another and changed every communication into something awkward and screen-mediated - the need to make those musings public felt like more than just an option. It’s also a service to humanity. When it still seemed like the pandemic would last a manner of weeks or maybe a few months, the notion that we might forget what it was like to live this way still seemed like a possibility. (Were we ever so young?)

But to historians and librarians, the goal of a diary is less to preserve the experience for ourselves than for future generations. The New York Public Library, for instance, was among the institutions that started collecting pandemic diaries in audio form, soliciting entries from anyone who wanted to contribute as a way to ensure “that people today, along with future generations, can better understand our world and each other.” It's still collecting them.

At schools, colleges, and universities all over the country, teachers encouraged or required students to keep diaries. At UC San Diego, a final project in professor Claire Edington’s history of public health class required students to keep plague diaries, which will be archived in the university’s library. Edington noted in an interview with UCSD's newspaper that the diaries were a way to make clear the social conditions that often surround pandemics, and how those narratives play into creating a more just and equitable world moving forward.

A set of old diaries on a table in a black and white photo.

The diaries of Samuel Pepys chronicled, in part, the Great Plague of 1665.
Samuel Pepys/Wheatley, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons 

The Covid diary keepers are just the latest iteration of plague diarists, of course. During the Great Plague of 1665, nearly 100,000 people died just in London, and Samuel Pepys was there to journal the whole thing. His entries are a mixture of fear and just going about his daily business, which feels more than a little familiar to us now. They’re so detailed that they’ve become a basis for historians of 17th-century England trying to reconstruct the milieu now. And in 1722, Daniel Defoe published A Journal of the Plague Year, a fictionalized journal purportedly written by a survivor of that same 1665 plague; it’s so deeply researched that people still argue about whether it should be considered something other than fiction.

Such journals give us an insight into the blend of the mundane (I had yogurt for lunch) and the terrifying (the sirens haven’t stopped for days) that make up the unending, anxious tedium of plague times. They resist the tendency of narratives that may be woven later, both by artists and by powerful people seeking to bend the story in their own direction, to tie the tale in a neat bow. Or to extract a triumphant tale of victory over death. Or to disregard the daily beats of life in favor of some other meta-narrative. Diaries remind us that our lives, our long years, are made up of days and events and emotions — even in a pandemic.

Watching diaries arise during this pandemic year, I found myself thinking of something that isn’t strictly plague-bound: the artist On Kawara’s Today series. I’ve seen pieces of it in various museums around the world, and it’s always striking. Starting on January 4, 1966, Kawara made a painting every single day, consisting simply of the date in white painted onto a solid dark background. He varied the language and grammar of the painting depending on what country he was in that day. The colors varied at times, too, and each is hand-lettered. The pieces are mostly quite small, but occasionally he made them huge (as in July 1969, when the moon landing occurred). If he couldn’t finish the painting on the date depicted, he’d destroy it. Ultimately, he made more than 1,000.

Whenever I look at the paintings, I am reminded that while a little information about them comes through in each painting, for the most part I don’t know what that day was like for Kawara. The meaning largely resides in the maker, who might look at it and revisit the day’s emotions, activities, and epiphanies. Even the plague diarist can’t record everything that happened and everything they felt on a given day. The diary is itself an object that evokes something different for everyone who looks at it.

And Covid Diaries NYC is no different; having lived through the same time the filmmakers are chronicling, I remember where I was, too. When Aracelie cries on the phone to a friend that “I feel so many things and nothing at the same time ... it’s like I won the lottery of bad luck,” well, I know just what that feels like. I remember that day. (It’s still here, sometimes.) That we may look back at these moments and count ourselves lucky or even raise an eyebrow at our former selves doesn’t make that experience less real. The plague diaries we’ve all been keeping, in one way or another, are a record for history — but they’re also for our future selves. Not to remember something we can’t forget, but to recall that life happens, and then, it keeps going.

https://www.vox.com/22321942/covid-diary-plague-journal-hbo

Saturday, March 6, 2021

3 techniques to try if stress is keeping you awake at night

From t3.com/news

Expert advice from an occupational therapist

There's plenty to be stressed about at the moment, and it has had a knock-on effect on our sleep habits, with many finding it harder to fall asleep and get a good night's sleep than usual. There's actually a scientific reason why being under stress makes it harder to fall asleep. 

"When you are under a continuous level of stress it keeps your sympathetic system active, triggering your in-built 'fight-or-flight' response and providing your body with a burst of energy so that it can respond to perceived dangers," explains cardiology specialist and occupational therapist Pranita Salunke. "In this state, you are unable to activate the parasympathetic nervous system, or the body's 'rest and digest' response that calms the body down after the danger has passed. Of course, the latter is also associated with helping you to enjoy restorative sleep, and a lack of good quality sleep can lead to issues with obesity and a host of metabolic conditions."

If you're finding stress is stopping you from getting a good night's kip, read on for three of Pranita's top tips for how to shift your body from sympathetic to the parasympathetic system.

1. Create a sleep diary

To make you more aware of what's going on, try creating a sleep diary to track your sleep patterns. "Are you having difficulty falling asleep, or is the problem maintaining sleep for the entire time? If you get up in the night, is it easy for you to get back to sleep? Are there any recurring dreams or nightmares you are noticing? How do you feel after waking up, rested or drained?" says Pranita. 

"Next, note important events of the days (what you did, what you ate etc.) and how they influenced you positively or negatively. Is there any association between sleep interruption and those events? Once you bring more awareness into your thoughts-events-sleep habits, you are in a much stronger position to make positive changes."

2. Try stream-of-consciousness writing

"Try sitting down and writing, in longhand, ideas or thoughts from your stream of consciousness. It can be any thoughts or minor niggles that are disturbing you. Racing thoughts can make it difficult for you to relax, but writing free hand in a journal to express any anger, frustration, worry, sadness can have a cathartic effect," says Pranita. "You might find it difficult to talk to another person, but once you empty your thoughts on the paper and write down exactly how you feel, you will notice the difference in the clarity of your mind."

The next step to overcome your worry is to jot down three practical steps you can take in the next few days. These should be things that are in your control. "Set a timeline: this way, you are putting your brain at rest, knowing you have a plan to overcome obstacles," she adds. 

3. Calm down your evening routine

Tempted to pop on the latest blockbuster before bedtime? Bad idea, says Pranita. Avoid consuming any particularly emotionally taxing content in the late evenings, as it will impact your mental state. "The time for blockbuster action movies is very early in the evening, not just before your bed-time!" she says.

In fact, it's best to avoid anything exciting before bedtime – that includes intense exercises. Instead, opt for something gentler. "Practice yogic poses, such as the child pose, and do gentle stretches before bedtime. These relaxing poses enhance blood supply to your brain, calm your mind and prepare your body for a deep and rejuvenating sleep," Pranita suggests.

Pranita Salunke has more than twenty year's experience as a Preventative Cardiology Specialist and Occupational Therapist. Her new book, Vitality: A Healthy and Happy Heart is out now.

https://www.t3.com/news/3-techniques-to-try-if-stress-is-keeping-you-awake-at-night