Parents and the Philosophy of Homemade Gol Guppay

After raising four daughters and marrying them off one after the other, Mum and Dad were left with an empty nest, yet not a single day goes by that they don’t think of us and what we might be up to in our respective homes. They do enjoy their freedom and space I’m sure, yet they long for us to come over with their grandchildren (and one great grandchild) and spend the day with them. Admittedly, for a variety of reasons, it isn’t always that simple to extricate ourselves from our myriad chores to take out the time and effort to hang out with our parents, but when we do, we always vow to do it more often.  The best intentions still find a way to go awry however, and before we realise it, once again, weeks have gone by without having made contact.

They wait for our phone calls to listen to us offload our stories, what we did that day, for example, or if we did anything exciting in the preceding days, met someone interesting or go anywhere fun. Did Shirin manage to find out how the wad of cash in her drawer mysteriously disappeared? How many orders for wedding cakes did she have that weekend? Did Sax manage to pull off an order for twenty paintings last week without an attack of the wheezes? What happened at Fatu’s exhibition? Did anyone buy that crazy lampshade she painted? How are my plants faring? Has Fuzzy(the cat) stopped ‘marking his territory’ (euphemism for peeing on carpet) after the ‘operation’? When are Amu’s braces coming off? Did we do anything productive today?

My father subscribes to the old-fashioned tradition of not visiting his daughters unnecessarily though I think it’s only because he is happiest at home, where he tinkers around in his workshop, listens to old Indian songs at full volume and plays focussed games of spider solitaire on his computer, figuring out fool-proof strategies of winning, which is one of his many obsessions after doing the daily crossword and Sudoku puzzles in the newspaper. He likes to read lying in bed, his comfort zone, and is often to be found engrossed in re-reading the Harry Potter series or Stephen Hawking’s theory of the Big Bang. He is a very self-contained man, enjoying his own company, and is a staunch and passionate believer in finding entertainment at home.

Mum shares my fathers ideology in that respect, and has always found extremely creative ways of passing her time. She harbours, even to the point of OCD, a genuine passion for sartorial pursuits, carving cloth into patterns and producing clothes for the younger brood of grandchildren (and sometimes even other peoples grandchildren). Her artistic nature finds expression in everything from embroidery to crochet to painting, and she has over the years built up a reputation as someone to count on for ‘ideas’ for just about any aesthetic conundrum. Her credo while we were growing up has always been to DO SOMETHING, anything, and not just throw our time away in lolling or reading. Every single day should result in something good and constructive, and in retrospect, I think she was very good at suggesting projects we should throw ourselves into. If we slacked off, we would be nagged so much that it was far easier to do what she said. So we grew up Little Women, each one of us reflecting a different aspect of Mom’s creativity, and each of us capable of tackling any number of DIY projects.

But even the most reclusive (retired) moms do get bored at times, and Mum is human after all. She too needs to get away from home for a change, when the nostalgic Indian music gets too loud for her liking and Daddikins has been too caught up in constructing elaborate family tree diagrams to pay any attention to her. So she called a few days ago to tell me that she was DYING to try out a recipe for pani puri (gol guppay in Pakistani terms), after watching someone make it on one of the numerous foody channels. It was decided that she would come over on the weekend and we would make it together.

(For the uninitiated, a gol guppa is a hollow, puffed up round ‘puri’ made of a mixture of white flour and semolina and fried. Ideally, they’re about 2 inches in diameter, the optimum size for being stuffed with chickpeas and boiled potatoes, dunked in savoury, sweet, cold tamarind water, to be shoved into the mouth with speed and dexterity, where it then bursts with a delicious explosion of flavours. ‘Gol’ means round, and ‘guppa’ means  to stuff something in your mouth without breaking it…so you can imagine how one looks when one is consuming this most yummy specimen of sub-continental street food).


Mum’s enthusiasm (and curiosity about the recipe actually working) was palpable, as she couldn’t wait to get started as soon as we entered the house. She located the whereabouts of the necessary ingredients in the kitchen cabinets, found the required utensils, and began to prepare the all-important dough for the puri. Mixing the two flours with water is sticky business, but Mum is an experienced dough-maker (years of making rotis when we were young) and soon enough, she had kneaded the dough patiently and thoroughly into a beautiful soft and pliant ball. This had to be left alone for an hour or so before it could be used.

In the meantime, our party increased in number with the addition of Fatu and her two offspring, and a little later Sax dropped off her brood of three. I had already put the potatoes and chickpeas on the stove to boil and heated the imli (tamarind) with water and some gur (an unrefined lump of brown sugar also known as ‘jaggery’) to sweeten and soften the sour imli. Mum had unearthed the rolling pin from somewhere and sat down to roll out a small portion of the dough into a flat circle, the tricky bit being to make it into an optimal thickness; too thin might prove as unsuccessful as too thick, and the difference between the two extremes would be measured only by micro millimetres. Using a plastic play-doh shape as a cookie cutter (a bit of improvisation) Mum demonstrated how to cut out little flat rounds of dough from the bigger chapati, a task which was later entrusted to 7-yr old Lums and 9-yr old Zahra.

Fatu was grumpy and distracted that day, so Mum gave her the job of frying the puris to snap her out of her mood, and showed her how to swish them one at a time in the hot oil  with a metallic slotted spoon. This was the moment of truth….would the recipe work? After a few seconds of suspense, where we all hovered near the stove to see what would happen, the little round thing puffed up to perfection and stayed that way without deflating. Joy!

After that all of us worked in an assembly line of efficiency. Mum prepared the little rounds, and arranged 5 or 6 on Lumya, Zahra, and Amu’s hands, who brought them over to the kitchen for Fatu Khala to fry. Farroo (the 20-yr old) cubed the potatoes and mixed them with the chickpeas with some salt. I made the imli-ka-pani (tamarind water) by straining the imli (Farroo helped), diluting it with plenty of water and adding loads of ground cumin for flavour, ‘chaat masala’ for that spicy zing, and lots of ice to make it deliciously cold. When everything was prepared, the big aluminium pot full of fried round puris, the potato and chickpea dish and the big bowl of chilled imli-ka-pani was arranged on the dining table. Mum got up from her little lie-down, 16-yr old Murtaza and 8-yr old Hasan abandoned their video games, Amu was fetched from her guitar class (yes, in the middle of all this excitement she even managed to attend her one-hour class) and Fatu, Farroo, Lums, Zahra and I all gathered around my tiny dining table, filled one puri after the other, dunked it, and popped it into our mouths, one after the other until they were all gone.

As we all sat around, satiated, yet not completely satiated (that is the power of pani puri….you’re always left craving for more) I thought about how much fun it was to make it ourselves and how much better it tasted than the store-bought ones. And how much more fun it was to enjoy it with a whole bunch of family lunging for the last one.

All it took was the initiative of my 72-yr old Mum, whose joie-de-vivre abounds….despite a frozen shoulder and arthritis. 🙂

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41 thoughts on “Parents and the Philosophy of Homemade Gol Guppay

  1. huzaifazoom October 5, 2010 / 6:17 pm

    Men-folk conspicuously absent from the feast: coincidence or yet another successful mother-hen conspiracy hatched against guile-less sons-in-law?

    • munira's bubble October 6, 2010 / 3:21 pm

      hahaha…Huz! you know you weren’t around! 😀
      (psst….we’ll make it again…just for you 😉 )

      • huzaifazoom October 6, 2010 / 3:49 pm

        I have received mother-hen’s detailed explanation and you should be glad to know that conspiracy has been ruled out… for now.

  2. mohammedi October 6, 2010 / 7:01 am

    you are a writer

  3. fatema.k.hussain October 6, 2010 / 3:55 pm

    first response…..awwwwwwwwwww…:D
    …yet another well written and from the heart piece mun….
    …PS..love the choice of pics…:)
    …hugz

    • munira's bubble October 17, 2010 / 7:48 pm

      glad it interested you!
      thanks for your comment 🙂

  4. Hawra January 27, 2011 / 5:35 pm

    Lovely piece:) its 10:30 pm , i’ve had a big dinner but i am seriously hungry 🙂 You must be a foody to get that kind of detail. I can’t muster up the slightest interest in cooking or eating for me its just food and its there to keep you alive. Also whenever i say stuff like that my father declares that i was exchanged at the hospital! So for ur article to have made my tummy grumbly is a big deal.

    • munira's bubble January 29, 2011 / 10:54 am

      The last time I was indifferent about food was when I was a scrawny little thing. How things change….sigh. Wish I could go back to those days…if only to stay in decent shape.
      I have now evolved into a person who appreciates good food, and genuinely care about flavours and textures and freshness. Bland food, or food that is either too salty, too spicy, or too sweet just makes me feel unfulfilled and grumpy. 😛
      But I’m glad I made you hungry! *evil laugh*
      Thanks for reading and for your comment 😀

  5. crazygoangirl January 29, 2011 / 8:15 am

    Hai! Now I want some Gol Guppay and I’ve just had my lunch!! But more than eating them, I wanted to be right there with you guys making them! Actually, I kinda was 🙂 Another great slice of life M-ishtyle as they say in B-town 🙂

    • munira's bubble February 1, 2011 / 8:27 am

      They were yum! And they’re kinda insubstantial (if you know what I mean) so you could actually have some even after lunch 😉

  6. Maryam January 29, 2011 / 10:13 am

    Lovely, so detailed! The thing I enjoyed the most is the lovingly painted picture of your family! How each sentence reveals your mom’s ingenuity and spirit, how your Dad’s presence is felt and the bond you sisters share!

    • munira's bubble February 1, 2011 / 8:30 am

      As they say, God is in the details 😉 I’m happy that you read between the lines and saw exactly what it was that I was trying to convey. Thanks Maryam!!

  7. sherou February 1, 2011 / 11:36 pm

    what a lovely ode to your MOM…and seriously I need some gol guppas NOW!!!
    loved reading it!

    • munira's bubble February 2, 2011 / 2:26 pm

      Whatchu talkin about gurl?? You have your very own pani puri making machine (read: mom in law) right there in your house! 😉
      Glad you enjoyed it Sheroo :)))

  8. Munira October 29, 2012 / 10:33 am

    Reblogged this on munira's bubble and commented:

    I wrote this almost exactly two years ago, but I feel like sharing it again, just because it was brought to my attention when it showed up in my stats as a link someone had clicked on…or perhaps because someone stumbled onto it while searching for information on pani puri. Who knows?
    Isn’t it fun to read something you wrote a long time ago? Personally I feel I don’t write with such detail anymore….

  9. colorviz October 29, 2012 / 10:57 am

    ay!!!..i just remembered i was grumpy and distracted that day cus i wasnt talking to the bear!!..:D

    • Munira November 1, 2012 / 12:16 pm

      History repeats itself! Repeatedly! 😛

  10. colorviz October 29, 2012 / 10:58 am

    ay!!!…wapas banao na!

    • Munira November 1, 2012 / 12:17 pm

      Hmmmm….let me broach the idea to Mom…..

  11. Heather October 29, 2012 / 3:56 pm

    A story worth revisiting! You paint a lovely picture of your family and remind me of the group cooking efforts in my own.

    • Munira November 1, 2012 / 12:18 pm

      Thanks Heather! 🙂

  12. Rashmi October 29, 2012 / 4:20 pm

    heyy munira!! Loved it.. And what a co-incidence today only i was whining about where is our pani puri wala? He is missing since two days.. And i was just craving for those gol gappas very badly..
    :). Hats off too ur mum yaar.Read it in one of your posts, ur mum wrote the Quran lucky enough to have it signed by Moula.. great!! 🙂

    • Munira November 1, 2012 / 12:19 pm

      Thank you Rashmi! I haven’t had any in ages 😐 Hope your pani puri wala is back.

  13. Kathryn McCullough October 29, 2012 / 4:46 pm

    Love this, Mun! Your parents sound like delightful people. Thanks for reposting this. Stay safe, my friend.
    Hugs,
    kathy

    • Munira November 1, 2012 / 12:21 pm

      Thanks Kathy! I hope Sandy didn’t affect you where you are….

  14. Kathryn McCullough October 29, 2012 / 4:48 pm

    Loved that post, Mun, but I think our writing shifts with the seasons–it evolves–it changes–it moves forward and sometimes circles back. This writing is lovely and so is the other.
    Hugs,
    Kathy

  15. Kathy October 29, 2012 / 8:20 pm

    Please pass the pani puri and can I meet your mom, too, please?

    • Munira November 1, 2012 / 12:25 pm

      *hands Kathy a nicely decorated plate full of pani puri*…….enjoy! 😀

  16. Sid Dunnebacke October 29, 2012 / 9:36 pm

    Your family is beautiful, Munira. My family? Wanting a close facsimile of your gol guppa and tellling me to get them to our next best option, the samosas at our favorite Indian restaurant. I know – a country apart.

    I think if my daughters were to describe me in their blogs, the resulting paragraph would be remarkably similar to yours!

    • Munira November 1, 2012 / 12:28 pm

      Why is there no pani puri at your fave Indian restaurant!? Tsk. Oh well, samosas are yum too I suppose. 🙂
      Thank you for the comment Sid!

  17. Sparks In Shadow October 30, 2012 / 12:55 am

    This is such a heartwarming story, it made me miss cooking with my daughter and sister at the holidays. And it takes a lot these days to make me want to cook!

    Beautiful writing, too, and I might have missed it. Thanks for pointing me to it.

    • Munira November 1, 2012 / 12:33 pm

      Can’t believe it’s been two years Re….how time flies. So glad you enjoyed this post, makes me glad to have re-blogged it. Makes up for my laziness! 🙂

      p.s I have the terriblest flu! 😐

      • Sparks In Shadow November 1, 2012 / 9:42 pm

        Then it’s not laziness, is it? Keep taking care of yourself. Write when you feel better and you feel like it. 🙂

  18. huge October 31, 2012 / 11:14 pm

    You’re a wonderful vivid writer and this is a brilliant post. Made me pick up the phone to call my mum! She’s an amazing cook too and we grew up in a kitchen full of fresh bread, Sunday roasts, crumbles, Victoria sponges, cottage pies, mince pies… The list goes on and on – and I’m hungry after all this talk of food.

    • Munira November 1, 2012 / 12:36 pm

      And you are such a generous complimenter! Thank you so much Huge, and I’m thrilled I made you call up your mother…her cooking and her kitchen sound delightful! 🙂

  19. Single Malt Monkey November 5, 2012 / 2:21 pm

    I love the way this is a whole family story revolving around a recipe. Neat. 🙂

    • Munira November 6, 2012 / 3:33 pm

      Now that you mention it….. 🙂

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