Oh tinda, how I love thee.
Your creaminess reminds me of cheeseballs
but I can digest you with ease.
Your texture, so smooth,
you are the ultimate in cool.
No matter how many times we meet,
you never cease to amaze.
I never get bored in your company,
a feat given the dearth of competitors.
Oh tinda, the best veg in town,
so light and sweet,
you keep me pleased.
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It’s slim pickings in this season in Jaipur. The variety of vegetables available is limited to about seven. But no matter how ofter I eat tinda, I never get bored!
See the article in The Independent Urban gardener section, Currying Flavour, for a more prosaical explanation of the merits of tinda. Seems she’s won over many hearts!
If I was only allowed to grow one vegetable at the allotment this year it would be tinda, a small round gourd some 5-8cm in diameter and a native to India.
I’m not quite obsessed with it, but if the Kastoori in Tooting, south London (my favourite Indian restaurant in the cosmos) ever has it on the menu I will buy extra portions to take home and freeze.
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