In India, they serve a traditional drink called "lassi" to beat the heat.
It is a combination of yoghurt, honey and sometimes salt.
I first tasted it a few years ago at an Indian restaurant here on my east coast. Apparently the salt can be optional, perhaps in deference to Western tastes, but when I try something, I want it to be authentic, and so I had it that way.
Different. Definitely not Yoplait. But good.
Lizzie Collingham begins Her magnificent literary work on Indian cuisine, "Curry, a Tale of Cooks and Conquerors," with a brief ode to lassi:
"Its thick, velvety sweetness was seductive."
She provides a recipe in Her book, but you know as well as I do that not even the best book and the most earnest "cook" can quite replicate a native's culinary touch.
I know of an Indian restaurant or two near where I work. I think that during the remainder of this sticky, icky east coast summer, I shall enjoy a few lassis. Lassis, not Lassies!
Friday, August 3, 2007
Lassi
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Lassi, SPEAK! Good girl.
Susan: Lassi (sic) can't speak. She fell down a well and poor Timmy has gone to find help.
Adena: If they make it around here, I surely will -- or I'll see if I can make it myself.
That sounds yummy!
I don't know how authentic it is, but I found a place that serves a drink called Thai Tea - also quite yummy!
Dawn: Enjoy. (o:
MMM...lassi...yummy lassi...sweet or salty, fruity or not fruity...
I do love lassi and yes it is a great way to beat the heat, sometimes I make it just to satisfy a craving.
Well, they have to have it somewhere in my city and tomorrow is Saturday, so I shall seek it out.
Mission accomplished:
On the dilapidated side of town, amongst flea markets and auto repair shops, I found "Taste of India." Not much to see outside but beautiful and classy inside.
Remembering Adena's advice, I asked for a mango lassi.
"It will take a little while," said the proprieter, "because we make it fresh."
We talked for a little while as the refreshment was made and I promised to come back later for dinner.
I wrapped my lips around the plastic straw and slurped up sweet ambrosia.
I may never buy a Frostee/Smoothie/McShake again.
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