Forest Flavour

It was an enjoyable treat, to state the least. I was invited to a Wild Food Festival organised at Vile Parle which turned out to be more wholesome than what I had expected. Apart from fulfilling its basic promise of bringing wildly exciting food to the table, it was more of a Sunday well-spent in the company of food activists, agripreneurs, farmers, chefs, food grain experimenters, snack chain operators, journalists-turned-food bloggers, food enthusiasts, and most importantly children (of varying ages) who tasted a zapping variety of 25 unheard-of vegetables which even their parents hadn’t known about. Phodshi, Gharbandi, Kakad, Kurdu, Keni, Khurashani, Chai Vel, Pandha, Chichudi — vegetables whose names are not part of the everyday lexicon, and neither are their nutrients known to the urban consumer.

Food Quiz: Name The Plant

I have attended many organic food ‘festivals’, where the spread is limited to ragi-jowar bhakris, bamboo shoots and mahua confectionaries. Social media is put to innovative use to boost the visual appeal of such fests. That’s precisely why I was not sure of how many actual varieties I was to encounter at the Wild Food festival which promised to showcase native cuisine of Maharashtra from the Palghar (Jawhar taluka) and Ahmednagar (Akole taluka) tribal belts.

The festival, fortunately, lived up to its claim of showcasing 85-odd vegetables (a limited part of which was kept for initial tasting), of which a chunk was used in the lunch served to those who signed up for the experience! OOO Farms, BAIF and OrganicWe deserve kudos for getting the attention of 250-odd Mumbaikars on a rainy Sunday morning. Also they should be congratulated for bringing in women cooks (Warlis, Koknas and Mahadev Kolis) who not just prepared the delicious meal, but also spoke on the occasion about their positive bond with Mumbai.

Thank The Farmer

Apart from getting inhabitants who hail from the tribal region, the festival was also successful in roping in other stakeholders who work along parallel lines. Most importantly, Sanjay Patil who is the thematic program executive at BAIF shared rich stories. He works on the indigenous crop diversity and wild food resources conservation program in Jawhar, Akole, Junnar, Etapalli, Dhadgaon and Kudal. He spoke eloquently on the need for people to value the native wisdom of the farming community. He also advocated the urgent need to build on the existing indigenous knowledge, and to lessen the gap between urban and rural consumers. The super-approachable and forever-sharing Patil is a great asset for anyone seeking new beginnings in food conservation matters.

I was happy to meet actress-friend Geetanjali Kulkarni who works with husband (actor Atul Kulkarni) in the Wada taluka, as part of Quest, a research-action organisation concentrating on enhancing elementary education in rural pockets. Her core work in Wada complements the sentiment of the Wild Food Festival. Similarly, Satyajit Hange of Two Brothers Organic Farm and star chef Thomas Zacharias of Bombay Canteen added their insights. Hange stressed the need to bring the farmer at the centre of the discourse; he also shared his story of raising a farm at Indapur (Pune district) which produces organic fruits and breeds indigenous cows. Zacharias spoke about his efforts to blend the native produce in modern-day urban snacks and meals. His combination of shevli (often termed as toxic and itching) with kakad evoked awe. Similarly, he said some vegetables which are slightly bitter in taste, should not be written off immediately. Bitterness can be rounded off with a concoction that helps in retaining the nutrient, he pointed out. I was tempted to go for the Mohua toffees he mentioned, as an alternative to chocolates. The Mohua halwa and sweets served in the lunch, however, put me on a new ‘high’!

A Halwa Like None Other
Plate Full: Don’t Miss The Halwa And The Sahyadri Black Rice Kheer

The best part of the Wild Food Festival was the fact that it was not just about eating exotically-named relatively unknown vegetables made by tribal women, but the festival encouraged a sharing that was deeper. It aimed at awareness of the vegetation that Mumbaikars do not necessarily factor in. If we travel a few kilometres away from the city (passing through villages in adjacent districts like Pune, Nasik, Palghar, Thane, Raigad) we can experience the natural local produce, some of which was showcased at the Wild Food Festival. Many of these vegetables (ran bhaji) are not consciously grown or farmed. They grow wildly, without much care. But they are rich in nutrients — some highly fibrous, some suffused with antioxidants and some calcium-rich. We cannot be unmindful of the seasonal riches we have been blessed with!

For me, the festival had another personal dimension — I reconnected with my college friend Shubha Prabhu Satam, who has now turned into a food writer-columnist-experimenter. Her instagram account Masala Maharani reflects the wondrous recipes of her kitchen. Vivacious as ever, brimming with energy, Satam has done well in bringing many seasonal wild veggies into daily eating regimen. A fan of most wild vegetables, she particularly revisits the preparations of Phodshi, Khurashani and Keni Kurdu, especially the chicken stir fry (Thai style) using Keni Kurdu leaves! Below is the image capturing her Kurdu with groundnuts!

Keni Kurdu Leaves
Garnished Keni Kurdu: Grounds Add The Magic

Food makes us what we are; we are what we eat! If this is a truth we know and value, we have to make efforts to eat right. The Wild Food Festival can be a beginning in this direction. I hope each one of us gets opportunities to taste our forest wonders and I hope the green foliage is protected for this reason too!

Samsara: A Scary Lifeless City

As I had said in my last post, thoughts come without notice. This weekend, I met an artist-adman-photographer Prashant Godbole who unwittingly got drawn into an exhibition of reclaimed everyday material — dried roots, yellowed leaves, twigs, chisels, barks — to bring home the arid, dry, lifeless environment in cities like Mumbai, or rather in most places of the world.

R.I.P Mother Nature: Godbole Laments the Loss of Greenery

Godbole, who has been working is several mediums since the last 30 years, ranging from street photography to the Hamara Bajaj ad campaign, was planning an exhibition of his paintings and sketches of conceptual art. He had booked the space months ago at Jehangir Art Gallery, like most artists do in this competitive space-crunched city. When the 56-year-old artist was toying with possibilities and ideas, something disturbing was happening in his neighbourhood. Around 50 trees were cut randomly near the famous Siddhivinayak temple in Prabhadevi where he resides; a public park in his vicinity was decimated one day; the trees on the main road leading to Shivaji Park were also gone a little later. Godbole was hurt by the growing lack of greenery in his locality, thanks to the construction of the underground metro railway. He wanted to react to the lifeless brown around him, and also wanted to see if he, as an artist, could bring back the green in some way.

Artist Prashant Godbole

He started working, three months ago, on a set of images that convey the barren city which different forces are contributing to. He juxtaposed nails, knobs, scrapped plywood, images of leafless trees and extravagant furniture, a discarded saw, twigs collected from a beach walk and much more from the everyday realm. His Samsara was presented at the Jehangir for six days, in which he invited the city to have a look at its collective unfolding future. His human and bird forms indicated the harm inflicted by the human race on itself. “By destroying the habitats of several species, we are doing no good to ourselves. In fact, we are writing, and speedily so, our own obituary, ” he comments.

Trees No More

In 22 artworks, wooden-framed and themed in black-white-brown, Prashant Godbole underlines the reasons why all of us need to oppose mindless construction activity and mega infrastructure projects, floated in the name of progress and globalisation. He shows the extent of damage. His Samsara urges us to take care of our ecology, to stop the “dance of death,” even if it is a bit too late.

The Dance of Death

Godbole’s aim is not just to sensitise us to the gory future. He wants to do more, which is why the proceeds of the exhibition are going to Grow Trees non-governmental group which ensures tree plantations are done in consonance with the ecosystem. “I am happy that they take the Gram Panchayats into confidence, so that wrong trees don’t take root,” he told this blogger.

More than anything else, Godbole is happy that Samsara has generated healthy interactions. Children, adults, tourists, city dwellers, collegians, conservationists, all types of individuals have visited and commented on the exhibits. “I am happy that my thought was received so warmly. Navwari-clad women getting off from the Mumbai Darshan buses at Kala ghoda have visited Samsara, so have children on the south Mumbai excursions, and so have entrepreneurs selling off-beat ideas. The exhibits have given rise to conversations centering around on the lack of trees. That traction is invaluable.”

Friends, it is the thought that counts. As I unpack my thought haversack, I look forward to sharing more. I end with a visual that captures artist Prashant Godbole’s thoughts-in-the-making while he was building his Samsara exhibition! I wish such creative restorative-yet-provoking spaces to all of us!