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Mummy's Yummy Drink

"Once upon a time it got conceived, but only today the stars aligned for its release". I'm talking about this post 👅... stayed longer in my draft. Anyway, here it is, come and taste the yummy drink with me. 

A little of my lockdown story, before that.

Blessedly, a couple of days before the lock-down announcement in March, we drove to my Mum's place. Times are difficult now with all the COVID news and cases disturbing our senses. Yet being under the same roof with parents and siblings, spending our hard times together, is something I wouldn't trade anything for.

2020 has turned out as an unbelievable year so far. Forever etched in the world book as the indelible year of the century. Can't thank you enough, Mr. Corona!... He is everywhere, on every channel, intruding everybody's peace, spreading its life-sucking tentacles over the swollen world and slowly munching over its already weakening economy.

However, its arrival has also insinuated that there are a million things in life we forgot to be grateful for. The value of our workplace, the importance of socializing, the freedom we had, and most importantly the value of family and the time spending with them. All that moved at a predictable pace now has slowed down to appreciate the little things in life. 

For me, it's like back to my school days.

The lazy mornings waking only to mom's breakfast call, the crazy sibling fights, fun dancing, singing around the dining table dad mum included, redecorating drawing-room to the movie theatre at nights,  Motta Maadi star gazing and having our parents with us all the time around (they are social butterflies you see and are always on the run to society's call). Thanks for all that.

As I type this, my Mum walks into my room with a jar of that delicious drink about which I actually sat to write. 

The heavenly Nellikka Juice.

nellikka, gooseberry

Nellikka/ Aamla/ Indian Gooseberry/ Emblic... Pls, don't give that yuck look. You wouldn't believe how tasty it is until you taste it. It's soo tasty and too healthy at once.

Ever since COVID broke out, Mum has been insisting we take this drink. Back in February, when my hubby and I were in Chennai she rang every day to remind us to sip in a cup before work. Mum's love. But did we do that? Well, it's one thing to cook.. but believe me, when one is young and stupid, taking time to prepare a healthy drink on a Monday morning is like...playing a fiddle while Rome burned.

Anyway, it's added to my daily diet now and it's worth every shot. You don't have to fear Corona, that's what my mum says serving us a cup. 

Here's how you do it. 

A recipe for 6. 


One nellikka per head. Cut them into small pieces

1 inch Ginger

1 handful of mint leaves

1 handful of curry leaves

Rock salt. Add as per taste.

We are 6 at home, so Mum takes 6 nellikka. If you are doing it for 1 or 2, then just 1 big nellikka, a bit of ginger, and 2 - 3 of curry leaf will do.

Take all your ingredients to the blender and blend them well adding water gradually.

Pour the mixture into a large bowl and dilute it well by adding water (Mum adds 10 cups of water for 6 nellikka).

Filter the drink like you filter your coffee and tada, your drink is ready!

Have a cup every day.

Nellikka is the best source of Vitamin C and acts as an immunity booster, and so, this is the best drink for the season. Additionally, it also gives you healthy shiny hair, slows down hair greying, and helps in weight loss. What are you waiting for? Go prepare it and tell me how did you like it. 


  1. That was before our cocoon was shattered!!!


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