Aaththa’s Sivappu Puttu :D
By Divya Prakash
Puttu is a fluffy delight, a traditional steamed rice cake and a childhood favourite of mine. A steaming bowl of fresh Puttu, tropical fragrances, melting cane sugar, creamy milk, and banana, has always been a warm embrace of home. This breakfast dish is loved by many from the states of South India, Kerala, Tamil Nadu, Karnataka, and the country of Sri Lanka. Traditional cuisine is one of few ties which pull me to my roots.
In the sultry days of summer holidays in late 1970s Tamil Nadu, Amma (அம்மா, meaning mom) could wish for nothing more than the sweet and crumbly delicacy that waited behind her Aaththa’s door (ஆத்தா, a name my Amma called her grandma). Paati (பாட்டி, a name I call my grandmother) and Amma traveled by city bus to Aaththa’s home in Sathankulam, a two hour’s distance from the city of Tirunelveli, India. Amma waited with a smile for the station name to be called. Scenery of palm trees, lakes, and rivers passed by, and the sun lept from the horizon. She would be greeted with open arms as she arrived, with a bounce in her step at Aaththa's door. As she crossed the threshold, world leaders and maps hung throughout the brilliant blue walls and an air of the 1950s, post-colonialist India welcomed her. Aththa would promise Amma’s favourite for the morning’s breakfast. Amma was bubbling with energy, and her Aaththa, dignified. Yet the pair thoroughly enjoyed each other’s company. They shared lengthy walks in town, collecting water, and chatting with passing neighbours. Despite her poised nature, Aaththa was the neighbourhood chatterbox. She enjoyed her granddaughter's company. |
Aaththa prepared the flour as Amma watched, wide-eyed. She dehusked the raw red rice from the paddy fields, a short walk away. Hand pound with a large mortar and pestle. Amma's Thaatha (a name my Amma called her grandfather), would break a coconut from the backyard’s towering tropical palm. Living beside the white and blue home, in a small terracotta-roofed stable of her own, was a beloved madoo (மாடு, meaning cow), from which milk would be taken. A small sprinkle of cane sugar was all that was bought from the market. Thaatha grew hundreds of banana trees of many varieties. Banana bunches hung from the ceiling as though from a jungle’s swaying branches. By morning, on a banana leaf was served a steaming mountain of scrumptious Sivappu Puttu, red Puttu, grated coconut, a steel cup filled with warmed milk, paired with banana.
In my family, Puttu never fails to bring smiles to the breakfast table. I hope it offers the same comfort to all who give it a try! |
Ingredients
Puttu:
Toppings and sides:
Puttu
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Kitchen Equipment:
Option 1, Option 2 There are many alternatives, including an idli maker, a small cup or bowl with a steaming basket, or cotton cloth. Optional:
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Step-By-Step Puttu Recipe Video!
Each image corresponds directly to the steps detailed below. Enjoy! |
Recipe Steps: Serves 2-3
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