“Should we order a plate of caprese salad to
start with?” asked my wife, when we went to a local Italian restaurant for
dinner, and placed the order when the waiter came forward with a smile. Soon
after the waiter left, both of us started talking about this dish that we had
in a restaurant in Vienna market place, when we went there on a vacation almost
five years back. We talked about the quaint restaurant with seating places
outside, under colorful awnings next to the cobblestoned pathway in the busy
market place. More we talked about the caprese salad that we had; full of
vine-ripe tomatoes, fresh basil and fresh mozzarella cheese, quite mouthful
chunks sprinkled with olive oil; more we reminisced about our tour and started
building up our appetite, eagerly waiting for the dish to arrive.
And when the dish came to the table, it was complete
damp on our expectation with only three pieces of tomato and cheese on quite a
large plate compared to the food on it, garnished with a small piece of sundried
tomato – a ridiculous sight. The cheese was a rubbery pellet on top of the
over-ripe tomatoes layered with some no-name oil. The most important ingredient
of a caprese salad dish is the mozzarella cheese. And the one served was no way
comparable to the fresh and moist ones that we had in Vienna, the taste of
which still lingers in our mind and mouth.
When we brought our discontentment to the notice
of the waiter, the answer was “we do not get real mozzarella cheese in India
and the imported ones are pretty expensive” putting the blame as usual on a
grander issue, which no one can reach. It was a real surprise to hear that in
the land of Lord Krishna where milk and milk products flow in the name of
Operation Flood and we call it a white revolution here. Also our land is swamped
with quite a number of mythological stories narrating childhood banters of Lord
Krishna around butter, buttermilk and cheese. And I believe, we have at least
the same number of cows and buffaloes in this vast country, if not more
compared to that in Europe. Maybe we do not know how to make good quality mozzarella
cheese or we in India have not developed a taste for the same and I am not sure
whether Lord Krishna ever tried. Better we start learning how to make high
quality mozzarella cheese so that gourmets like me who love to try cuisines
from all over the world, especially mouth savoring ones like caprese salad, can
relish, here in our own country.
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