Whenever I think of Khichadi, all of sudden, I am a little schoolgirl again, transported back to the magical time of childhood. I remember waiting for the long bell to ring at the end of the last period to rush back home, often running at breakneck speed, to see what goodies mother has cooked for us five hungry kids – my two elder brothers and two cousins – to gorge on! Often, we would find mother cooking fragrant khichadi while my father would be greasing plates and spreading and smoothening out the hot mixture to cool so it could be cut into chunks. The impatient, raucous, hungry kids would be sent off for a quick wash and change before being served high tea. Sweet khichadi would be accompanied by slices of ripe Nendran bananas. My parents would enjoy the amusing sight of the youngsters vying to take the khichadi chunks with the greater number of cashews and raisins. In a trice, the khichadi would disappear into our hungry tummies, and we would run off to play till dusk. I wish to share not just the nostalgic memories, but also those beautiful recipes with you. Do cook and enjoy!