Homage to the mother goddess!

Any new endeavor is usually undertaken with a prayer on ones lips & this blog is no different, I hence dedicate this posting to the First lady of South Indian cuisine.

The first Lady of South Indian Food with out any shred of doubt in my mind ( & in my humble (not!) opinion, shouldn't be in any one elses) is MEENAKSHI AMMAL! She is & will be forever reigning Goddess of comfort food for all nerdy Southie Geeks that keep Silicon Valley going. I'm not going to go into the details about her in this blog, Instead I'll link the web page for her trademark publication, Samaithu Paar, a kind of veritable bible for most South Indians emigrating from India to the farthest corners of the world.
She was to to traditional Tamil Brahmin (which I may or may not choose to refer to as TamBram in future postings) cuisine what Julia Child was to French cuisine. & yes, she did all this with less than 1% of the opportunities & advantages that Julia was privileged to have!

(**IDEA!!! ( a gazillion watt one, maybe I'll cook my way thru Samaithu paar & this blog will be made into a blockbuster Bollywood movie!! Ahem.. ahem... Do Mani Rathnam or Raju Hirani ( or their significant others), read foodie blogs??)

Hey... Can't type any more about this amazing lady without getting wistful, so I'll just end this blog with a link to the Samaithu paar website..http://www.meenakshiammal.com/

till the next time!

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