The prime reason the South Indian Eateries in the Airport are thriving is the desperation of the travellers to eat home cooked food the moment they set foot on home soil. However, some may want to relish a last minute dosa or coffee before boarding the flight. Whenever I travel to Chennai, my hometown, I always look forward to the meal as soon as I step out of the terminal. I usually take a budget flight as the food served on the aircraft does nothing but spoil my appetite. Generally my parents will bring a packed hamper containing my favourite goodies to satiate my taste buds as we travelled home. If it is a morning flight we would drive to the nearest tiffin centre and catch up over a Mini-Tiffin and Coffee. This would be the beginning of a gastronomical journey that would last my entire trip to Chennai.
During my last trip to Chennai, I went to my paternal house from the airport. My grandmother had prepared half a dozen delicacies. I thoroughly enjoyed the meal and then visited my Maternal grandmother, who had prepared another half a dozen delicacies. I initially thought of refusing, but realised that I would have an opportunity to eat without being questioned, only during my next trip. I ended up having six meals that day.
As I browse through facebook, seeing my friends vacation photos, my mouth begins to salivate. I feel a sense of happiness when I realize that I will be home in less than forty-eight hours. I vividly imagine the bowls of rice and gravy, placed on my dining table. I know that I am carrying only ten kilos of luggage and my baggage will be a few kilos heavier owing to the food stuff. I also know that my waist will be broader by a few inches when I return and I scarcely care for it is for only two weeks in a year where I get to eat what I want.
Yipee!!! 38 hours and I am home!!!!
During my last trip to Chennai, I went to my paternal house from the airport. My grandmother had prepared half a dozen delicacies. I thoroughly enjoyed the meal and then visited my Maternal grandmother, who had prepared another half a dozen delicacies. I initially thought of refusing, but realised that I would have an opportunity to eat without being questioned, only during my next trip. I ended up having six meals that day.
As I browse through facebook, seeing my friends vacation photos, my mouth begins to salivate. I feel a sense of happiness when I realize that I will be home in less than forty-eight hours. I vividly imagine the bowls of rice and gravy, placed on my dining table. I know that I am carrying only ten kilos of luggage and my baggage will be a few kilos heavier owing to the food stuff. I also know that my waist will be broader by a few inches when I return and I scarcely care for it is for only two weeks in a year where I get to eat what I want.
Yipee!!! 38 hours and I am home!!!!
