Khatti Keri Methi
Anywhere in the world, when someone says “achar”, the image of khatti keri floats in their minds.It is probably the mother of all pickles. A legend waiting to claim its place in the ranks of Harley Davidson, Zippo and Old Monk.
The Greek sounding name traces its roots to Mharo Rajasthan. While you were busy clicking selfies wearing their vibrant headgears, they were silently rustling up a delightful combination of the berry ker and the bean sangri, showered in spicy wonders. Khamma Ghani!
When the dal is tasteless. And the curry is made of greens. When the tongue wants an adventure and the only adventure is bland beans Welcome Aaathela Marcha into the household. Apart from spicing up your meals, you can probably rhyme like this.
Gol is not round, its jaggery in Gujarati. You must have noticed how simple pickles can be of great linguistic importance. But right now, you are craving something sweet. With a little sour thrown in. And linguistics is of no concern.So dip into this rustic mango-jaggery melange and the only word you'll understand is mmmmmmmm.