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My Sons and the Magical Red Fairy

My boys and Lal Pari

I grew up in a house full of girls. So when my son was born, I was at a loss. How would I learn to mother this miracle? I knew nothing about sports: holding a racket or hitting a ball were alien concepts. I was into classical dancing, debates, cooking, reading, writing… but I had no idea how to raise sons.

When the older one, Jai, was about four, he asked me to tell him my favorite childhood fairytale. It made me uneasy. My favorite tale? It was about an Indian fairy princess, Lal Pari (The Red Fairy) who lived in a golden castle. She had seven brothers whom she loved and took care of.  Of course, there was a witch who tried to lure her away but the brothers always took her care of their sister. She had a magical pot in which she could make anything her heart desired and it never ran out of food. The food only finished after she ate from the pot. I worried that this story was too “girly” for my son and then worried about cultural context.. he was being raised in the US and this tale was from my childhood in India, would it even translate?

But then I remembered when I had first heard the story. My parents and I used to live outside India but every summer we would go home to our homeland and stay with my grandparents. There was a old lady in my grandma’s house who would tell me tales of Lal Pari. She and I had nothing in common – she had never been to school, spoke no English and had never left India. Yet, her stories carried me through the summer and became memories and a critical part of my life. I figured since the stories translated for me so perhaps they would for my boys.

My original Lal Pari tales would end in her marrying a prince. My son loved adding his spin and sometimes the princess would be a doctor, usually a veterinarian, and would end up marrying Shrek. Other times, the gentle princess would be transformed into a superhero and have lasers, and sing along with Barney. I was grateful that he could take my stories but transform them to his world.

Jai grew up and outgrew Lal Pari, and then seven years later, my new son wanted to know about the fairy that he had heard about from his brother.

But this time, it was different, Arjun, three, would not add anything to the stories. He would simply listen, often looking lost. I wondered if my words made a difference. He would ask questions like “Does Lal Pari fly?” “Where is Lal Pari’s mother?” “Who taught Lal Pari how to play cards?” “Why does Lal Pari love her family so much?”

It was a Monday night, I remember now. I was away in NYC all day for meetings and reached home late at night. The boys were in Jai’s room and I stopped to listen at the door.

Jai: Lal Pari was going out to the market.

Arjun: Bhai (brother), she doesn’t go, Mama said she flies.

Jai: No, people cannot fly.

Arjun: But Mama said.

Jai: Okay, fine. She flew out and there she met Shrek and Lightening McQueen.

Arjun: No, Bhai, Mama said, she met her friends at the market and that is where is bought bananas. I think Mama is like Lal Pari. When is Mama coming home. I miss her.

Jai: Okay, okay. Yes… okay.

I opened the door to the room to have both boys come running towards me and pounce on me. They wanted to cuddle with me in my bed and have me tell them the Lal Pari story.

So without changing, in my business suit, I lay down with them. Jai lay on the right side and Arjun lay on the left.

I told them about Lal Pari going to the market. She went there each Sunday to buy food for her family. She bought tomatoes, and potatoes, and ginger, and garlic. She bought long slender bananas and plump round apples.  Her brothers, who were with her, helped her pick out the ripest mangoes and carried the bags home in their shining new Lightening McQueen car.

There, she made spicy potatoes in her large magical bowl. Her bowl had been blessed. The food in it never ended until Lal Pari took a taste. Of course, Shrek stopped by for dinner with the family. They all sat together at the table, thanked God for the food and ate as they laughed and played silly games.

Lal Pari served herself at the end and the food was now gone.

I was so busy with my story that I forgot to see if the boys were listening. They had both fallen asleep in my arms.

You know, we all say that life doesn’t come with instruction books. I think that is why God made kids. Mine teach me how to love them, how to guide them, and how to nurture them. In return, I am blessed with watching them bloom and blossom in my home. With Lal Pari, and Shrek and McQueen and that never ending bowl of spiced potatoes.

Hot Curry Leaf Potatoes

Julie Sahni’s Hot Curry Leaf Potatoes

6 to 8 servings

My kiddos love this potato dish!

2 pounds medium (unpeeled) fingerling potatoes, scrubbed clean (try a mix of French, Russian Banana and Purple Peruvian)

1 1/2 teaspoons kosher salt, or to taste (plus more for the cooking water)

2 teaspoons cayenne, or to taste

1 teaspoon ground turmeric

1/4 teaspoon asafetida (a strong-smelling powdered spice often added to Indian curries; optional)

Juice from 1 or 2 limes (1 1/2 tablespoons)

3 tablespoons vegetable oil

1 1/2 teaspoons mustard seeds

8 to 10 curry leaves

Place the potatoes in a large saucepan and add enough water to cover them by 2 inches. Bring to a boil over high heat, the cover and reduce the heat to medium. Cook for about 20 minutes, until the potatoes are fork-tender. Drain and cool to room temperature.

Cut the cooled potatoes in half lengthwise and place in a large bowl. Add the salt, chili powder, turmeric, asafetida, if using, and the lime juice; mix to coat evenly.

Heat the oil in a large skillet over high heat. When the oil begins to shimmer, add the mustard seeds and the curry leaves. As soon as the mustard seeds begin to sputter, add the potatoes. Cook for a few minutes, constantly turning the potatoes over with a spatula, until well browned.

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Comments

  1. It brought tears to my eyes :-) I have 2 girls, 5 & 9, and when i hear them play (they do not know),.. it is the same thing… Oh I cannot even explain:-) LOVE this post Monica.

    and I am all in for a spicy bowl of potatoes.

  2. Monica,this is such a beautiful post! I couldn’t help smiling when I read through the part where Jai & Arjun were talking about Lal Pari. You have such a cute set of boys!

  3. A beautiful story beautifully told.

  4. The magic of childhood!

  5. Two quick questions about the recipe:

    “2 pure red chili powder, or to taste” – two tsp? Tbsp? Also, red chili powder – does that mean chili powder w/cumin or cayenne?

    My wife is is about three potatoes from a 12-step program and she’ll be very happy about this recipe.

  6. Absolutely enchanting :)

  7. I’m with you there. Children have a way of seeing things in simple yet complex ways. You haven’t lived if you haven’t seen the world through a child’s eyes.

    I remember telling my daughter stories from the Ramayana and getting questions like “How could Hanuman fly? Monkeys can only jump in trees!” Yet she would very happily accept that Santa would come down the chimney (or tnrough the window, in our case) with gifts for her. :D

  8. What a beautiful post, thank you so much for sharing. I look forward to having stories like this to tell one day.

  9. Thank you for sharing your story and happy memories. Loved it and could easily relate to it. Very nice family picture. Your children are adorable. Are they having sushi?

    I have a 3 year old son, and he loves to listen to my childhood story, and loves to cook in using his plastic ingredients :)

  10. Such a lovely post. I loved finding the recipe at the end, a perfect tie-in. Cheers on a beautiful blog!

  11. Found this post in the Food News Journal. As the mother of three boys (and now a grandson) this post really hits home. My boys loved the stories that I would tell them, and now I am telling variations of those stories to my grandson. He always wants to have knights and cats in his stories though. Thanks for the lovely post! (Those potatoes are lovely as well) :)

  12. Such a wonderful story, thank you for sharing it!

  13. It was not before 18 months ago that I knew what life and fulfillment really is. As my daughter is growing so am I as a human being and a nurturer! Just read a little story at the end of your book Modern Spice n had to come for another one here just since I was not satisfied with one and wanted another just like my little one who after her rabbit n turtle always wants to hear the same story again!
    You are such a great narrator and story teller Monica! I’m feeling so good now leaving your space but will be back again for some more!

  14. Monica- such a beautifully written post! And that photo with you and the boys is so precious! Keep being wonderful! :)

  15. Your boys are blessed with a mama who cannot only cook well, teach well, and write so beautifully but one who weaves them all together in an everyday fairy tale of everyday life. (Must try your boys’ favorite spuds.)

  16. what a wonderful post!

  17. What a lovely story Monica. You have me missing my mother right now. Those potatoes look delicious. Such a simple recipe, I’ll have to give it a try.

  18. Beautiful…………..

  19. Such a sweet story :) it’s cute that Arjun calls Jai Bhai.. I hardly see kids addressing their older sibling like that.

  20. A very sweet story! I think that’s the best part about fairy tales — no matter what they are about, they always make our imaginations soar. That’s the magic they provide.

  21. Beautiful story Monica! You got me all teary at the end. That’s it must get out into the sunshine. But I’ll probably still be thinking about Lal Peri! :)

  22. Why is it my first time here this late!! Beautiful post! I could relate with it so much. I used to wonder whether my son would like the same kind of stories I had told my daughter but realized that he did not mind them. He only reminded me that I was taking it too far when he was refused to wear her T-shirt. He was 4 but by then he knew that ‘pink was girls and blue was boys’!

    I think I will be here lots more often:).

  23. Loved the beautiful story. It doesn’t matter where we live, it’s nice to tell children stories from our childhood. I love the potato curry tool It’s nice and simple to eat with rotis or to put between bread or rolls as a spicy filling.

  24. Sigrid Trombley says:

    Ah it is of such things that memories for a lifetime are made.

  25. Kathy Gori says:

    What a great story and what wonderful boys you have. It’s an absolutely delightful tale and one i’m sure they’ll never forget. Seeing that picture I wish lal pari would whip up a bowl of magic potatoes for me right now.

  26. Such a lovely post :) enjoyed reading it and adorable kids :)

  27. Beautiful story. I have tears in my eyes. I grew up with 4 sisters, and when is as about 12 years old, my mother gave birth to twin boys, then later a year before my wedding, another boy. Such fun to have brothers, after only sisters.

    Your story is so touching. What a great mom. Your boys are blessed to have you in their lives.

  28. Monica
    Thank you for this lovely story.

    Regards
    Kaushiki

  29. Loved the read! So beautifully written. And the potatoes look fiery and yum

  30. Maya Shetty says:

    Your boys were right, Mom is Lal Pari….what a beautiful story teller you are Monica, transformed into one of ur kids listening to the story….I weave stories to my 7 year old son too…are’nt they God’s best gifts, they teach you to be a Mom, the best career in the world,that rewards itself.Loved your beautiful nature through your story.God bless you all.

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