Wednesday – Picking up veg from Linscombe Farm and soaking urid dhal and idly rice
Driving down back roads to Linscombe Farm from Exeter St David’s station. The windscreen wipers sliding from side to side. Dribbling rain smudging the windows. We drive down a narrow road, stopping to ask a woman walking her dog in the rain directions to the farm. Still can remember her face. The kind of lady who could tell you lots interesting stories about her life.
We make it to the farm. Red soil gravel and rain. Dad knocks on the door. A dog barks. We see a jack russell and a cat snuggled up in deep wooden boxes. The dog doesn’t get up but just barks as to say ‘someone is here guys’. Helen’s husband calls to Helen and we get invited in. Tea and a chat before we collect the veg. 18kg potatoes, 4kg toms, garlic, chilli and ginger. So many wonderful colours.
We then drive home and unpack. Before bed, I help dad measure and wash urid dhal and idly rice in prep for grinding on Thursday. The kitchen is beginning to get swamped.
Thursday and Friday – grinding and cooking
Most of Thursday was taken up by grinding urid dhal and idli rice. It was our first proper time using our 2 litre dosa grinder and with a lot of trial and error we completed grinding by 6pm and put the batter in large buckets upstairs on my window sill to ferment.
After grinding we began to cut onions, garlic, tomatoes and ginger. Teary eyes and sore nails. 9 kilo’s of potatoes washed and peeled. A long process. Dad was in charge of the cooking and I did most of the prep. With a little reggae music and cider we managed to complete the cooking.
Saturday – Market day
My motto is once you try something first the second time is always easier. Woke up at 4:30am. Dad was still asleep! Dad is alway the early riser getting up at 5am every morning. Must be an Indian gene.
Anyways we got ready, walked and fed dogs, finished packing the van and chucked the dogs into the garden with there new doggy play house to sleep in. We were off by 6:30am.
Driving down the M5 the sun kept blinding us. It’s deep oranges, reds and yellows, danced behind the clouds peeping out to annoy us every so often. It was a long 2 ½ hour drive but we got to Bath by 9am. After a little struggle putting up the gazebo snuggled inbetween two other tents (BBQ Pulled Beef and Cajun food) and a little madness we were ready to roll.
Then came our first glitch, the sticking. With the dosa batter sticking on the pans, dad started getting frustrated. But after about 10 stuck dosa’s, the pans were more or less ok.
Reggae playing on the stereo from the next door tent, groups of people passing through, the next door stall owner who kept calling me grandma, lots of freshly made lemon juice, mouth watering smells and lots of laughs with customers we were slowly starting to settle in.