Aka Jowar Roti. A flat bread made of jowar flour.
One of the staple foods of the North Karnataka region. One that always reminds me of our Belgaum days… of my mother.
She had perfected the art of making Jolada rotti. Not an easy feat this. Not even for the natives of the region.
Madurai, of the renowned Meenakshi Amman temple, is where she was born and raised. She had moved to Belgaum on her very first posting there. Its another story altogether that she ended up staying there for a good 20 years.
Though a real challenge for a girl in those days (early 70s), she adapted beautifully to the new place, which was hundreds of miles away from her hometown. The ways of the city, the languages, the food and food habits… all of these eventually became hers too.
And, the humble Jolada rotti signifies all of that for me. Her grit, her tenacity, her willingness to learn and adapt. We got our love for the Jolada rotti from her.
The perfectly puffed up rotti, the melt in the mouth softness, accompanied with fresh greens or veggies prepared by her, was a dream meal for us. It was one of our absolute favorites.
My mother left us more than 20 years ago. We have terribly missed her and her Jolada rotti.
Post moving to Bengaluru some 15 years ago, we have been delighted whenever we came across a place that served Jolada rotti! In fact, we went to great lengths to get it. Later, the Jolada rotti oota at Kamat became one of our favourites. Till they moved.
Luckily, we have found smaller outlets that serve authentic Jolada rotti and palyas. And, we regularly have our quota of this humble meal.
I now realise that, all along, it has perhaps been an effort to re-live the Jolada rotti experience. Not so much for the Jolada rotti itself but for what it signifies to us.
On this Mother’s day, thinking of my mother and of her perfect Jolada rottis…
Happy Mothers day everyone!
P.S: The picture is courtsey a dear friend, a schoolmate, who is blessed to live in Belgaum and enjoy such lovely meals 🙂 . It was this picture that had triggered this trail of thoughts..