My love affair with Maggie has almost crossed quarter decade. It was a love hate relationship. I met Maggie when I decided to go vegetarian in a family of fish eaters. No there was no PETAsque agenda in my mind but I was one of the wierdos who just didn't like fish, mother and baby and baaa. Yes, give me anything and I will say sorry.
This habit of mine has become a problem wherever I went. I ate green veggies where others ate tangadis. Wherever you go out of town, and a stall with meager means to serve you, you are left with one and only option. Eggs, scrambled ( read bhurji) or omelette style with bread. At such times Maggie, hanging along with chips and mini packets of gems came to my rescue. ( real incident happened with me @ Kashid beach, Alibaug).
But I had had so much of Maggie in my growing up years that after a while, especially after I learned to cook, I would cook some kind of one pot meal, even a cheese toast would do along with packeted soup powders than Maggie. For a real long patch, I didn't eat Maggie.
Then one fine day we had gone to Indian store ( a place where you got a lot of Indian stuff at 4 times price but where you went for emergencies like turmeric getting over at home, as a reasonable priced store was quite far off).we had to buy something for the cost to reach a desired limit for us to use our credit card. And a 2$ (Gulp) Maggie helped us do that .
I came home and cooked it, plain. Just to finish the packet. The first bite and I was hooked. It brought so much . The lazy Sunday afternoon , coming to a cold kitchen , famished not exactly since the time I came was almost time for tea. The making of Maggie, between freshening up. The Alibaug experience where, my better (?) half and I sat at plastic table and slurped, he his hot egg bhurji even and me my Maggie, these a whispering at a distance. As I finished it, my kiddo came for a taste was hooked up as well, so much that next time we got Maggie, he took it and indicated me to cook it.
Comfort food for me has always been bread where I liked even a plain unadorned toast and now I found old mate Maggie. It may not be frequent as it only will loose its allure and due to health scare of contains processed flour, but it's my comfort buddy. Though 2$ for an emanciated packet is difficult to shell out.
Let me end with an old jingle ofmaggie that still stays in my head " dekho maggie kare kamaal, peela packet ho ya laal, bacchon ko jab bhook lage to Maggie Maggie Maggie".
Ps: I come from that era when Maggie came in 3 forms, masala, chicken ( red packet) and capsicum. It has long come to healthier avtar of atta and multigrain noodles. But for me the mantra is still yellow packet.
This habit of mine has become a problem wherever I went. I ate green veggies where others ate tangadis. Wherever you go out of town, and a stall with meager means to serve you, you are left with one and only option. Eggs, scrambled ( read bhurji) or omelette style with bread. At such times Maggie, hanging along with chips and mini packets of gems came to my rescue. ( real incident happened with me @ Kashid beach, Alibaug).
But I had had so much of Maggie in my growing up years that after a while, especially after I learned to cook, I would cook some kind of one pot meal, even a cheese toast would do along with packeted soup powders than Maggie. For a real long patch, I didn't eat Maggie.
Then one fine day we had gone to Indian store ( a place where you got a lot of Indian stuff at 4 times price but where you went for emergencies like turmeric getting over at home, as a reasonable priced store was quite far off).we had to buy something for the cost to reach a desired limit for us to use our credit card. And a 2$ (Gulp) Maggie helped us do that .
I came home and cooked it, plain. Just to finish the packet. The first bite and I was hooked. It brought so much . The lazy Sunday afternoon , coming to a cold kitchen , famished not exactly since the time I came was almost time for tea. The making of Maggie, between freshening up. The Alibaug experience where, my better (?) half and I sat at plastic table and slurped, he his hot egg bhurji even and me my Maggie, these a whispering at a distance. As I finished it, my kiddo came for a taste was hooked up as well, so much that next time we got Maggie, he took it and indicated me to cook it.
Comfort food for me has always been bread where I liked even a plain unadorned toast and now I found old mate Maggie. It may not be frequent as it only will loose its allure and due to health scare of contains processed flour, but it's my comfort buddy. Though 2$ for an emanciated packet is difficult to shell out.
Let me end with an old jingle ofmaggie that still stays in my head " dekho maggie kare kamaal, peela packet ho ya laal, bacchon ko jab bhook lage to Maggie Maggie Maggie".
Ps: I come from that era when Maggie came in 3 forms, masala, chicken ( red packet) and capsicum. It has long come to healthier avtar of atta and multigrain noodles. But for me the mantra is still yellow packet.
