Maggi. When I was young, this word would fill my day with happiness. It makes me happy today too; but back then, in my childhood it had a different joy. I grew up in the 90s in a middle class family where home cooked food was the norm and outside food was very rarely allowed. Maggi was allowed, sometimes once a week; sometimes everyday.

Maggi was the food that every child from the 90s (and honestly, every child who’s had the good sense to live on Earth) grew up with. For me, Maggi wasn’t just a quick snack — it was my partner in crime, my secret weapon, and quite frankly, my most reliable friend. It was the first food I learnt to make.

If you were to ask me about my childhood, I would kick off with the endless bowls of Maggi I devoured. Picture this: me, sitting cross-legged on the sofa, a bowl of steaming, yellow noodles in hand, watching the TV in a trance, as the world outside could have been collapsing for all I cared. At that moment, I had my priorities straight.

Maggi was my evening snack, my comfort food, my answer to midnight hunger pangs. Correction here: Maggi IS my evening snack, my comfort food, my answer to midnight hunger pangs. I think the best part (and maybe the only good part) about adulting is that now I don’t have to ask anyone for permission to eat Maggi.

I cook all kinds of food, experimenting with various cuisines and flavors, but there is something uniquely satisfying about preparing Maggi. The art of taking just enough water is crucial, as it ensures that the noodles are neither too soggy nor too dry, creating the perfect texture. Handling the packet in such a manner that the noodle cake does not break requires a delicate touch and a bit of finesse, ensuring that each strand retains its shape during the cooking process.

As I watch the noodles soften and absorb the flavors, I find joy in cooking it to perfection, carefully timing each step so that everything melds beautifully together. Sometimes, I even add a little extra masala to enhance the taste, experimenting with my favorite spices to create an exquisite combination that tantalizes the palate. Each time I make it, it feels like a small culinary victory, showcasing the simplicity yet richness of this beloved dish.

As decades changed, other options were introduced in the market but the simplicity and joy of Maggi was unmatched. There was and is something homely about Maggi. It reminds of the childhood we, the 90s kids enjoyed; it was the snack we had after an intense evening playing session with friends; we enjoyed our Maggi while watching Sachin Tendulkar bat; we had Maggi when we were tired studying for our exams; we had Maggi whenever we could.

Sure, it might not be the healthiest option out there, but it’s certainly one of the most nostalgic. It’s the food equivalent of a warm hug from your childhood. And let’s face it — sometimes, we need that. Sometimes, we need to forget about the chaos and just enjoy the simplicity of a bowl of noodles that only we could make into our own little masterpiece.

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