My first ever cookbook was written by the queen of cookbooks- Tarla Dalal.
Those years, hers were the only dependable cookbooks. She made everything seem so easy to do. Her measurements were always perfect to a T. She took the uncertainty of out of the most complicated dishes. Cakes and desserts were impossible to tame, mystical things for most Indian cooks those days. Tarla Dalal’s cookbooks made cakes and desserts as easy as Kheer and Halwa for the Indian cook. I have received hundreds of compliments on the ‘melt- in- the- mouth’ fluffiness of the eggless cake Tarla Dalal taught me. So perfect, so flawless, so utterly delicious- every single time.
She was passionate about cooking- and to teach it to others. She did what she did best and through it, enriched and blessed many lives.
Countless new brides must surely have learned how to rule the kitchen from her. The only thing you needed, to be proclaimed a master chef, was to follow her recipes exactly. For that you needed a complete set of measuring cups and spoons. Armed with these measuring devices and one of her books, you could conquer the kitchen every time you set foot in it- even if it was once a decade.
A year ago I subscribed to her Youtube channel. I saw a video recently in which she was teaching how to make chappatis. I found it weird until she said, “I know many of you young girls don’t even know how to knead the dough, so we’ll begin from scratch.” And minutes later there were light as air phulkas ready. I watched that video only to see how she unfolds the intricacies of Indian bread making for the uninitiated. Magic, sheer magic.
The first time my daughters saw her video, there was a moment when all three of us looked at each other and in one voice said, “She TOTALLY looks like Nani.” Maybe it was the short hair, maybe it was the short sentences. I don’t know, nor care.
The endorsement from my daughters surprised me. I thought she looked like my Ma only to me. Apparently, there was very obvious likeness between them even though precision, which was Tarla Dalal’s middle name, was an alien concept to my Ma. But that was hardly relevant. She had the same hand gestures, she had very similar diction. She was a teacher- as was my Ma.
She was incredibly graceful and was always impeccably groomed. There was a decided charisma about her that made you warm up to her even in the virtual world.
Tarla Dalal passed away of a heart attack today. She was seventy- seven. Somehow, I feel bereft. It’s like I lost my Ma all over again.
When I was a kid, I noticed something about cricket which seemed very strange to me. When a batsman got out after playing a great innings, everyone clapped and gave a standing ovation- even his own teammates. It surprised me very much. “Shouldn’t they feel upset that he got out instead of clapping happily?” I asked my father. He explained to me that the batsman was being appreciated for having played very well.
I feel awful that you are no more Tarla Dalal. But I will stand in your honor and clap for all I am worth. What an innings you played O graceful lady! My salute to you!
Rest in peace Tarla Dalal. You’ve earned the rest.
Thanks for sharing…….Good Writings
Thank you Libin. Welcome to my blog. 🙂
She taught me how to make the perfect Daal Makhni when I used to live alone, far, far away from home in New York City. And for that, I shall forever be grateful.
Rest in peace, Ms. Dalal. Our kitchens are missing just a wee bit of that aroma of home today.
Rickie, you have such poise! Your words, not only heartfelt, but so befitting a true blue gentleman, make me wonder when, where, how and why the new generation has lost the art of sincere communication.
Still, thank God for you. 🙂
Never followed recipes but always hear her name from MOM! She has her books too so I realised she is a legend !
RIP Tarla dalal
She was indeed a living legend Afsan. She inspired and encouraged, she coerced and led… and turned you from a balking to an enthusiastic cook.
I did not know this lady, but surely should have known. Thanks for sharing.
Perhaps you aren’t all that much into cooking; naturally you wouldn’t know her. 🙂
Thank you. Pleased to know that you were a fan too.
She taught me paneer rolls which I cooked for my family and they loved them. 🙁
RIP Tarla Dalal.
She taught me too many things. Bless the lady.
Nicely written. She would have touched more lives, than any other in the business of tingling taste buds. And also helping many a coy brides to gloss over their inadequacies in the home department. I too use recipies by opening the iPad mini, when in need.
I am elated and gratified to find you here.
Considering that you cook like once in four decades, your comment about referring to her recipes seems suspect. But I have no doubt that you hold her in high esteem. You surely must have been at the receiving end of all the genius and innovation- through the person of your wife. 🙂
The Tarla Dalal team is humbled by your lovely words. We stand by the faith that Mrs. Tarla Dalal is forever – not just as memories but also tangibly. She has left behind a legacy – not just to be remembered but to be continued. As a tribute to her, her team of professionals – honed under her direct supervision – has resolved to continue her legacy and continue to bring out many more books and on-line content based on the treasures she has left behind.
Dear Sanjay, Mrs Dalal was truly an inspiration to more than one generation of expert and wannabe cooks. It is wonderful to hear that your team will continue her legacy. I hope you go from strength to strength and maintain the core values of her life- work which was simplicity and an immense warmth of heart.
My best wishes to you all.
I admired her and like everybody else, she was my teacher with my ma :).
It feels so good to find a kindred soul, doesn’t it? Thank you for connecting.
Beautifully expressed. Totally agreed. Apart from ma nd aaji..i guess she was the only cook I trusted when it came to cooking. Her easy and perfect recipies aroused my interest in cooking. She is eternal through her world of cooking. May her soul RIP. 🙁
You are so right Ashwini. There was no uncertainly about her recipes. Even through the written word her instruction came across so clear that there was no way you could ever get confused. I have never messed up when I’ve followed her recipes.
May she rest in peace.