Aalu Moori-Tuesday, July 14, 2009
There's this street food which is particular only to
Shillong.Its fluffed rice (moori) chopped boiled potatoes, onions,diced keri
or raw mango to which is added jeera/cumin seeds, black salt , chilly powder,
tamarind paste and a drop of mustard oil.All the above is thoroughly mixed in
what appears to be an old paint dabba/container.
The rest of the paraphenalia
used in the making of this heavenly concoction is also slightly dubious in
origin.But once you see this brown white mixture that is emitting such a heavenly
aroma, one kind of pushes the hygienic/sensible part of oneself effectively
out of the picture.At least, that's what I did.
One time,I had this friend who was with me when I my beady little eyes chanced upon the
moori-walla.He the friend ,was horrified as I zeroed in on the moori-walla.You
see, the moori-walla has been very much a part of one's school and college days
in Shillong.You know those days when your stomach was made of cast iron and
your face was acne free no matter what you ate?
I remember my friends and I
would throng to the moori-wallah after school and spend the little money we had
and got ourselves in a real fix if we spent the money which we collected for
the annual fetes or picnics.But I digress. Going back to the horrified friend,
he was horrified for two reasons which on retrospect explains the safe distance
he maintained while I was going about this 'filthy'business. One was obviously
the hygiene issue which the moori-wallah inadvertently raised. The horrified
friend,being the observant and sensitive soul that he is, no doubt espied the
tools of the moori-wallah's trade and well,was horrified. The second reason
was how a seemingly sensible and mature person like me(I had finished college some
time back) could act like a school girl and rush to the moori-wallah to
have my face stuffed.
Well, such is the lure of the moori-wallah in
Shillong.Till date, my favourite is the one who is stationed at the junction of
All India Radio and the old MBOSE office near the Governor's house. I've known him for
over two years and though our relationship started haltingly, we've passed the
awkward stage now.The last time I met him he told me how he was hoping to meet
the Governor via the gardener so he can get his trading license. By the way, my
city friends find this 'aalu-moori' similar to 'bhel' or what mumbaikars call
'sukha bhel' but believe me, this is way better. Sorry my quasi-homies.
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