Looking At the Cooking
Before my morning circle stroll around the temple I decided
to pay a visit to the guys doing all the cooking for the big event, “The
Chariot Festival.” Beginning at midnight
about two to three dozen men fill these pots (40 plus) with broad beans on one
side and rice in the other side. Many
kilos of grains go in each pot for the cooking, and each pot serves one hundred
people. Yesterday the meal prepared was
biryani, something South Africans love.
Today the alternate preps were on “The Beans,” Anil told me.
I was there to show support to Anil and his comrades as we
all stood in the smoky atmosphere. “We
ordered these pots from India
The room where I'm accommodated is on the second story just
above the outdoor kitchen. I hear the
crackling of the fire during my light sleep.
Sometimes a gust of smoke bellows up to make a partial appearance in my
room. I also hear the chatting of the
cooks below, but it is the chatter of happy chaps. My sleep is slightly
interrupted at times, but I really don't mind since it is a small trance of
“devotional commotion.”
Such interruptions are too little to be agitated. After all the cooks are doing such a noble
thing, cooking night after night for the hundred thousand head count.
Unsung heroes!
May the source be with you!
7 km
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