Kaappi – Coffee and memories

I just took a break from Man Vs. Food which I was watching in Discovery – Travel and Living channel.  It’s amazing to know that how a human being started his life with  primitive culture would just feed himself merely by making the food eatable.  Ages passed and now Man, eats and eats day by day but with so much of improvement in the taste and texture of food forms. Culinary experiments are so vast and valid; anybody can just come up with their own taste and make it popular in the world.

In India, the taste is so diversified. Every Indian should make a point to taste at least couple of food preparations from their neighboring states.  In fact, the inter state love marriages that happens in India are the ones which holds the country together.  Since the country is so much branched out in terms of tastes and culture, the people from different states after they tie nuptial knot with the other state,  are initially compelled to like the taste of their counter parts.  But gradually they get used to different food which becomes part of their life.  As myself being blessed with such a role, I am equipped with various recipes from both the states, which makes me easier to keep up the variety in everyday cooking, and have many options to cook.  Fortunately my DH is also OKAY with kannada food. Forgive me, I am not promoting love marriages here :) . I am making a small effort to focus on advantages and think out of the box for those who are against it.

Once in a while,  I get acquainted with a very weird although traditional or habitual style of taste, which I have never come across in my life .   One of such, my husband rarely, but adorably spoke about was kappi which is made in their ammumma’s hosue.  It was not just a synonym to coffee, but there is more to it.  It was kappi made of coffee powder, water and jaggery and relished by sprinkling freshly grated coconut topping and small dollop of ghee.  No milk used. And that’s the recipe of it.  Of course, kappi comes with loads of stories by ammumma, sitting and listening to it on  one of the rainy monsoon evening.