The Gutti Vankaya (Brinjal) That Refused to Stay a Curry
A love story involving Gutti Vankaya, a husband, a few accidental food adventures, and one very proud mother-in-law moment!! If there is one vegetable that can convince me to eat almost anything, it is brinjal. Seriously. I love it in almost every form possible. Curry, fry, stuffed, roasted, mixed into rice, served beside rice... you name it, and chances are I will happily eat it. The only version I have never managed to become friends with is the sweet one. Every now and then somebody adds jaggery to a brinjal curry, and every now and then I politely remind myself that not every relationship is meant to work. So yes, if you're going to follow Healing Plates for a while, prepare yourself. There are going to be quite a few brinjal stories. Now, until I got married, Gutti Vankaya meant only one thing in my head — curry. A glorious curry, yes. But still a curry. It belonged beside pulao, jeera rice, or hot rice with ghee. That's how I grew up eating it. That's how I knew ...