Kalyana sapadušŸ¤©

 Having been born and brought up in the down south, whenever we go to weddings, especially for breakfast, they serve a variety of dishes. Beginning with kesari, vada, two chutneys, pongal, dosa, poori kilangu, and ice cream. If it’s a bit of a grand wedding, they add even more varieties like chilli parotta, milk sweet, idiyappam, etc.

For lunch, it’s mostly meals. I don’t remember eating non-veg at any marriages, even though the hosts themselves are non-vegetarians.

For dinner, a few more items are added along with the breakfast menu—rasagulla, cutlet, chilli parotta, veg pulao, noodles, payasam in a cup—ending with popcorn, fruit salad, cotton candy, and ice cream. If you are already late and you think you can eat all these snacks after dinner, you might want to hurry, because those annas stop their machines around 9 pm. Many times, I’ve encountered that costly miss. šŸ˜…

After coming to Chennai and living here for the past seven years, one thing I’ve observed is that their first go-to option is biryani šŸ«”. I still remember the first wedding I attended in Chennai—when I saw biryani, I was shocked and quite excited. But when the same pattern continued for every event—baby shower, baby naming ceremony, puberty function, engagement, marriage reception—uff…

I became curious about the reason. Initially, I thought it was just their practice, but later I realised most people actually prefer it, and more importantly, it fits the budget better compared to a variety-filled menu.

The buffet system is common here, and we rarely encounter such elaborate spreads. The food tastes good, but standing and eating impatiently sometimes disturbs the experience.

I do like biryani, but I was expecting to taste my hometown’s magic.

And I’m glad that few days ago, when I attended my friend’s sister’s wedding, the menu was just ultimate—and everything being vegetarian felt absolutely mouth-watering. I could truly feel the food; my tongue thanked me after so long.

Idli was served hot.

The cutlet just jumped out of the hot oil.

The elaneer payasam was freshly made.

Pooris were prepared only after everyone in the row sat down and were served immediately.

Chapathi and paneer butter masala—the best couple ever:) complementing each other in the best way.

Onion dosa with sambar was heaven.

Veg pulao replaced biryani, and it was no less than that.

Noodles filled with vegetables.

Milk sweet—any day

And that’s all?

No, they had meals as well.

Separate white rice,

mixed sambar rice and rasam rice with papad and pickle

No feast is complete without curd rice. That curd rice cooled my stomach  perfectly after this heavy meal.

The virunthu ended with a spoon of ice cream—

a perfect ending.

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