Puttum Kadalayum

that I cooked for dinner today tasted good, infact very good.Was it the memory of amma neatly layering coconut and the puttu podi or was it the memory of me circling around the kitchen trying to smell the fresh steam coming out of the puttu maker?Nah, I think it was also the mental picture of the corner hotel where I used to go and order " chetta oru puttum kadalayum parcel cheyyane" and how I would keep smelling the puttu wrapped in a fire roasted banana leaf all the way back home - all the memories came flooding and with every bite, the puttum kadalayum warmed my heart and my taste buds