Grandma’s princess is glum this morning.
Incarcerated indoors, thanks to the merciless heat of a tyrannical sun, I follow Grandma around the house. Like a pampered pup. Grumbling occasionally at having nothing to do.
Time flies. Afternoon descends on the sleepy hamlet. The sultry sun takes a break. Twilight smothers the day and paints the canvass of the sky in a myriad hues of scarlet and crimson. A breeze from the south soothes the anguished body.
Grandma leads me to her kitchen garden. Gently plucks a leaf off her cherished Gondhoraj lebu plant. Abloom in a quiet corner. Carelessly shreds the leaf. And rubs it vigorously on my palm.
We have played this many many times before. And yet I never tire. I know perfectly well what to do next.
I slowly raise my palm to my nose. Close my eyes. And take a deep breath.
And as always, my olfactory senses break into sublime ecstasy. The intoxicating perfume from the bruised citrus leaf leaves me in an indescribable bliss.
Lebu Lonka Murgi. Chicken in yoghurt and Gondhoraj lebu juice. Some lime leaves thrown in for a further burst of citrus. And green chillies for their wicked heat.
A perfect panacea to calm the heat-tormented palette !!!!
And by the way, if you are as ardent a fan of Gondhoraj Lebu as i am, do check my Gondhoraj Bhekti. Or even my Gondhoraj Chingri !!!
Perfect summer stews as the mercury continues it onslaught northward 🙂
Enjoy my Lebu Lonka Murgi 🙂