{"id":114111,"date":"2022-06-25T17:59:04","date_gmt":"2022-06-25T21:59:04","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/?p=114111"},"modified":"2022-06-25T17:59:04","modified_gmt":"2022-06-25T21:59:04","slug":"achaar-pickle","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2022\/06\/achaar-pickle\/","title":{"rendered":"Achaar (Pickle)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>There&#8217;s rarely an Indian<br \/>\nwho will not rave about the &#8216;achaar&#8217;<br \/>\ntheir Dadi or Nani made.<br \/>\nThey may also tell you of the strict rules<br \/>\nto making of that &#8216;achaar&#8217;<br \/>\nlest it get spoiled!<br \/>\nRecipes were passed down<br \/>\nfrom mother-in-law to daughter-in-law<br \/>\nCome summertime, raw green mangoes<br \/>\nkilos at a time<br \/>\nwould leave the home smelling like a green paradise<br \/>\nand then Dadi or Nani depending on which set of grandparents<br \/>\nyou were visiting that summer<br \/>\nwould call for her special mix of spices<br \/>\nFennel, fenugreek, nigela, mustard, turmeric<br \/>\nsalt and chilli powder red and feiry!<br \/>\nThe colours all a riot on a large platter<br \/>\nA pouring of a hot golden glaze of mustard oil<br \/>\nand everyone&#8217;s salivary glands would go into a frenzy<br \/>\nat the aroma announcing to the neighbourhood<br \/>\nIt was &#8216;achaar&#8217; day at our home!<br \/>\nThose jars with white muslin-covered mouths<br \/>\nwould rest for days under strong sunlight<br \/>\ndeepening the flavour and developing character!<br \/>\nSuch a character and flavour that was<br \/>\nthat it&#8217;s been 40 years since Nani&#8217;s gone,<br \/>\nbut my salivary glands still go into a frenzy<br \/>\nat the mere thought of Nani&#8217;s &#8216;achaar&#8217;!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>There&#8217;s rarely an Indian who will not rave about the &#8216;achaar&#8217; their Dadi or Nani made. They may also tell you of the strict rules to making of that &#8216;achaar&#8217; lest it get spoiled! Recipes were passed down from mother-in-law to daughter-in-law Come summertime, raw&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3065,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-114111","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/114111","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3065"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=114111"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/114111\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":114144,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/114111\/revisions\/114144"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=114111"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=114111"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=114111"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}