And just like that, the monsoon has slipped in. Taking us from waking up and peeling our sweaty selves off our pillows, to tugging at our blankets at the crack of dawn to escape the definite chill in the air.
Every morning begins with the ritual of opening out the balcony doors, peeking at the weather, predicting what the day will be like and then proceeding to either be chuffed with the rain, or resort to praying that the overcast skies bring some rain.
But I’m happy to report that as of Friday, it’s officially pissing down on us in Goa. We had some rain in fits and starts at the start of the month. The full force of the coastal monsoon has only just begun and just like it does every year, it makes me marvel at how come June, the weather changes. bang on schedule. Altering the landscape, changing the texture of the air, mixing up hues in the light, and basically refreshing everything around me.
I have never been more acutely aware of my surroundings and the environment, than I have been in Goa. Somehow if affects me more than it did earlier. I’ve savour the cooler days and cherish the rainy ones, as much as I rave and rant about the oppressively hot days. If the summer saw me holed up at home, depressed and sweaty, the monsoon has seen me making up for it by spending too much time outdoors, taking it all in.
The trademark over-saturated green paddy fields are back and I’ve already become greedy for the views, the breeze, the drops of rain. The little bursts of sunshine we have in between, make me whine and check with the husband, “Why is it sunny again?!!”
With the coming of the rain, inspiration has come back full swing. Baking, cooking two meals, even getting work done on time! When I’m not sitting in the balcony for approximately 395287 hours watching the rain, let it be known that I have been cooking. All kinds of things. Loving the market jaunts that have my feet soaked wet. Baking and delivering cakes that were ordered. Taking lunch time too seriously. The works, basically.
What’s the monsoon without some chai? Here’s my “recipe” for a nice stiff cup of cardamom, ginger, cinnamon tea. Some times soon I’ll post a recipe for the perfect accompaniment to go with it. I’m just waiting for a horribly rainy day to feel like I really deserve it.
The poor husband is at the receiving end of all my enthusiastic kitchen acrobatics. And sometimes that means he has to be tricked into eating things he couldn’t care for. Like bhindi raita!
Some times though, I don’t have the patience or the time for something as elaborate as that. So quick-fix desserts usually hit the spot. In addition to a dangerously high number of mug cakes that we have been making, these mini chocolate tarts were also made and decimated all too soon.
Every year I wonder if the coming of the rain will cease to excite me. I wonder when it will just become an ordinary turn of events, seeing as how it happens every single year, right on time. But come June, the same wonder returns. And with it comes the same renewed enthusiasm and zest for life.
What have you been up to? Is it raining in your neck of the woods yet?