Ladoo

There was one ladoo perched on a dinner plate between the two of us. Mr. Masala and I were at a face-off. As I stared at him across the wide expanse of the white plate I contemplated my options.

1) I could give it to him. That would be altruistic. I would be a good wife, generously sacrificing the satisfaction of my sweet-tooth for my spouse.

2) I could pop the whole thing in my mouth and run away before he knew what hit him, leaving him only few crumbs on the plate.

3) I could swindle it away from him. (Here, love, you don't want that. It's rich. It will upset your tummy. Let me save you. Let me take that ladoo away from you. You don't want a cavity do you? I will eat it for you.)

4) We could cut it in half and share it. Sigh.

For the uninitiated who are reading this and wondering what a ladoo is, behold. It is a ball made of ghee (clarified butter), sugar, cardamom, a flour base of some kind and well...other good and magical things. Some have almonds, raisins, etc. (I don't make them, I just buy them). They are approximately the size of a golf ball (slightly bigger, in fact) and are orange in color. They are dense with a hint of sugar crystallization, but I wouldn't call them crunchy.

In Deepa Mehta's film "Water" a ladoo is presented to a widow on her death bed. When she tastes the ladoo, it is the fulfillment of a decades long dream that she had been cultivating for the better part of her long life, having been widowed at a young age. Such is the magic of a ladoo.

Ladoos are not, in fact, my favorite Indian sweet. When I was a kid, we used to drive out to "the Indian food store" (ours was called Bharat Bazaar) and along with groceries, we would pick up a variety of snacks. My Dad would walk us over to the chilled counter and with glittery eyes of his own tell me to "pick out some sweets," his face boasting a smile laced with mischief. I didn't know what most of them were called, but sweet they were. I always wanted to eat them in one sitting.

Inspired by the ladoo scene from "Water" I have compiled a list of ultimate satisfaction foods. If I were faced with choosing a "last meal" I would want to eat the following:

1) cheesy cheesy pizza. with extra cheese. and cheese on top.

2) barfi

3) rasmalai

4) a small cheesecake from Ferrarra's bakery in NYC. This cheesecake is the lightest and best cheesecake that I have ever eaten. If clouds were made of cheesecake, they would be produced by this bakery. I have not eaten one in nearly ten years. I still cherish the memory. By the way, I wouldn't waste time on the crust. No offense to graham crackers, but crust on a cheesecake is just a waste of space. Also, I would eat it with my hands, 'cuz that's how I roll.

5) buttered popcorn jelly-bellys. I once had a childhood friend who claimed that buttered popcorn jelly-bellys taste like plastic dolls. Having never eaten a plastic doll, I can neither confirm nor deny their similarity to dolls. However, plastic dolls or not, I love them.

6) Angel hair pasta with pomodoro sauce, fresh tomatoes and pine nuts.

7) Tomatoes and fresh mozzarella with olive oil and balsamic vinegar.

8) An entire brick of cream cheese. Don't laugh, it's good and this is a last meal we're talking about here.

9) Tomatoes in general, with salt or just plain. I love tomatoes.

10) Peanut butter on a fudgesicle. This is good. I shouldn't have to explain.

I have to go now...I'm hungry