When I was little, we only used to get eggs in school holidays or Sundays. We would to sing “Rujah mujah, mayai khenji mujah!” Which means something like: It’s holidays, fun-days, how great it is, we get to eat eggs. Apart from mayai which means eggs in Swahilli, the rest of the rhyme is in kuctchi. We lived in an extended family group; my four brothers and sisters and my four cousins and I used to sit round in a circle, on low stools called patla, and be fed egg and paratha by my Mom or my Aunts. One mouthful at a time each per round of 9 open mouths. The eggs were so tasty in those days, they were the amazing days, time for bonding for us siblings and cousins. When we got older we got an egg each! I remember eating the egg white first with my puris or paratha and saving the yolk till the end.
Anyway, I still have eggs only on Sundays or holidays. This is last Sunday’s breakfast. “Mayai ne mani” or eggs and chapattis.
This is my entry for Bee and Jai’s Click event
26 comments:
So wonderful to read that Saju! We are just two of us, my brother and I. My mom used to feed us like that too sometimes.Great times, eh?
Now, it's all forks and knives, not much fun for my kids although I fed them by hand when they were little. Don't think they remember!:D
Eggs look yum. Eggs, Bacon and Waffles for us on Saturdays here. My parents are pure vegetarians though.
thanks for your wonderful entry to click, saju.
i have sent you an e-mail. pls. check it.
- b.
Lovely post saju! wish to take that breakfast plate. Lovely and great entry too. Thanks for sharing.
Quite a filling breakfast Saju, love your entry for bee's event
Saju, that was such a cute rhyme! and lovely dish to go with the rhyme. I miss how Mom used to feed me.....that feeling is beyond descrpition!
Thanks everyone, Asha, Musical you're right, there is nothing like being fed by hand, just like little birds in the nest.
Asha, I am sure your children will remember. I rememer, you remember, musical remembers so why not your children.
that looks very pretty Saju!
Those are pleasant memories Saju:) Always nice to hear such recollections! These eggs look good, love the way the yolk shows through the white..good one!
ooh! I love how the yolks play peek-a-boo :)
lovely post :)
thats a nice entry, saju! chapathis and fried eggs is something new to me. i think kids will love this :))
oh this is my favourite combination..love thie pic..
saju,
Nice entry.beautiful pic.
Nice reading your post. Yea, I too save the yolk portion till the end.. Accorinding to me Egg comes to our rescue whenever something has to be made in a jiffy to fill our tummies.
Nice entry Saju.......Sumptuous breakfast eh........oh...now u made me remember my good old days dear......Those were the times.....
Wow isn't it wonderful to have such a family.
True when you say that eggs tasted much better before.
I just made scrambled aggs today after taking the pic for the event, but then i saw your fried eggs that i want to have eggs again :-)
That is the way I liked them slightly crispy on the edges. I always have I little black pepper and a touch of salt sprinkled on.
lovely n delicious breakfast...after reading ur recollections,i'm feeling homesick...really nostalgic..my grandma used to feed us like this during summer vacation...wid all cousins...beautiful days...now all r in different places...
I'm not a big morning person, but that does look like a great breakfast.
nice pic saju! thanx 4 visiting my blog. ur idea of sprouting jowar for my jowar vada recipe is gr8. i might try it some time too.
came to this post from Asha's...nice blog, coincidence that we both posted something with vermicillie..
its so wonderful to read childhood memories... thats what shapes us :)
Your story reminded us of our childhood. Our grandma made it compulsory that we had one raw egg with milk everyday before we went to School.
Saju, this is such a lovely post. How nice that you've maintained the tradition of only having eggs on Sundays and holidays :)
Yes i remember my childhood.we call it bull's eye(omlet) don't know why? it's my fav.
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