Rasam and me

Rasam is a Indian food delicacy that is a favorite of mine. I swim in its glorious taste, and keep thinking about those poor folks who haven't even had a chance to sniff this potion.
There is nothing strange in me writing about it as i have anointed myself to be a conossieur on this topic. To describe it, i would say, it is a liquid, inviscid in nature with the taste entirely temperature dependent, the colder it turns, it loses the effect to intoxicate. The color varies with the choice of ingredients one chooses in their recipe, and with in my boundary of knowledge there are atleast ten of them on the whole.

This sensuous drink gains its origins on the Deccan Plateau, located on the southern half of the Indian Sub-continent. During the era when life was more dwelt at a sedate place, it was contrived by the sheer indigenuity of an individual during the course of chanting the vedic hymns. His starvation led him develop taste buds that directed him to cook impetuously. He was such a benevolent soul that he shared this new found pleasure with the society.

Now, it is a globally consumed drink, with the Indians stretching their immigrant domains far across the world, Rasam too, has found its way into those uncharted horizons. I am off home, to consume my share for dinner, and drown myself in the warmth that it provides against the frigid climatic ambience at Philly.