Friday, July 08, 2011


I have a pretty deep aversion to milk. Apparently, this wasn’t always so. Amma tells me that when I was a baby I couldn’t get enough of the stuff. I’d stand up in my crib and point to the milk cooling atop the fridge, demanding a bottleful. However that may be, as far back as I can remember I’ve always looked upon milk with suspicion.

When we lived in Delhi last, we were in the thick of the White Revolution. Amma would send me to the local Mother Dairy outlet with a milk pail and coins jingling in my pocket. I’d stand in line to wait my turn, then insert a coin, and the milk would come gushing out from a hole in the wall.

I remember how Amma would place a tall glassful of steaming milk mixed with Bournvita before me, each morning and evening. I’d sit at the table and stare at it, watching with morbid fascination the yellow, glistening drops of fat that would float on its surface. The undissolved Bournvita would swim about in brown specks. As the milk cooled, a thin skin would form on and I would watch, unable to look away, and grow more and more disgusted.

Amma would catch me at it and scold. Finally, I’d hold my nose and chug it all down, only to breathe in immediately afterward and be hit by its full flavor. That sweet, almost animal scent would send me rushing to the sink to regurgitate everything I had just imbibed.

Ah, considering I’m here to tell you about a milkshake, I realise that wasn’t the best preamble. But bear with me, I'm getting to the good stuff. Of late, I’ve made my peace with milk. As long as its true nature is disguised I quite appreciate it. I grate cheese into my sandwiches, mix curd into my rice, and eat copious amounts of ice cream. I boil it and thicken it into custards and puddings, and blend it into milkshakes: my latest addiction.

These days after the dog and I come in from our morning run, he heads panting for his water bowl, and I head for the blender. I use milk that’s been frozen solid and so is quote odourless. It’s deeply satisfying to gouge away at that block of ice with a fork till I have enough chunks for a glassful. Then I add in whatever strikes my fancy. Some days it’s coffee and cinnamon, on others it’s mango chunks and saffron, and on the boring days, it’s simply cocoa. Of late though, it has been jackfruit jam, and it is ohsogood. Indeed, it’s so good that my words run in together whenever I try to describe it.

The jackfruit jam isn’t my own invention. It is something Perima makes for me. She does it in large batches: the flesh from ten jackfruits is piled into a giant mound and steamed in a pressure cooker till it is soft and slippery. Then, an equal quantity by weight of jaggery is added, and the mixture is stirred for hours, till it turns shiny and unctuous. This reduction can be added to coconut milk for a payasam I’ve had happy dreams about. It can be slathered on buttered toast for a very rich breakfast. It can be eaten in large spoonfuls, standing, with the refrigerator door open. And it can be blended with frozen milk and a grating of nutmeg, for the best milkshake I’ve ever tasted.

The nutmeg adds a whole new dimension to the shake, something that only when you taste it all together you realise was missing. It adds an exotic sort of warmth to the background, and pleasantly dispels any hint of milky or overly-jackfruity smells. Chugged down with a couple of shortbread cookies, this makes for a pretty spectacular way of getting your daily calcium. 


Anonymous said...

And now I am craving a milkshake, too! Very nice.

Neeta said...

It's amazing how you come up with these out of the box combos! :)

Nithya said...

@Ellie, thank you. :) I must make this for you sometime soon.
@Neeta, thanks, but you give me more credit than I deserve. This really wasn't all that hard to come up with. the jackfruit jam was right there.

Antariksh Bothale said...

Just like you, I love milkshakes, but unlike you, I never quite had an aversion for milk. I am told I was always very enthusiastic about the morning glass of milk.

In IIT, since even that morning glass of milk doesn't feel the same (it's watery, and often it's not even milk, it's dilute coffee), I have begun to crave milkshakes quite a lot, so much so that I often end up spending quite a lot to buy them outside (ever noticed how milkshakes are almost always overpriced).

Do you hate cold milk as much? I think simple, cold milk with cocoa or mango pulp or anything else blended in it (along with sugar) would taste quite nice.

sangeeta said...

Hi Nithya...clciked in here fro Pamella's blog and am delighted to such beautiful pictures.
Loved the idea of jackfruit jam in a milkshake ..i do many things with my milkshake too and the most experimental i became when i started having soy milk :-)

Nithya said...

@Antariksh, I somehow have an aversion to its very texture, so I like to thicken it, of only by freezing it stone cold. I suppose I'll get over that eventually. But yeah, milkshakes outside are always overpriced.

@Sangeeta, thank you so much! I just popped over to your blog and saw the most delicious looking photos. I can't wait to try out your recipes!

Anonymous said...

Are those biscuits from Karachi bakery, hyd?:D
I would've loved to leave a comment about the milkshake, but like you I have a pretty deep aversion to milk, and can only have Bournvita and the occasional mango milkshake in summers :D

Nithya said...

JATG, yes, they are. :D Just how similar are our backgrounds?