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Monday, 11 June 2012

Films and Farhsan

Who loves a good movie? What type of movie is your thing? I am lucky enough  to have the National Media Museum on my doorstep. Spoilt for choice with films to watch and auditoriums to watch them in! 

For starters there is the Imax showcasing some incredible movies. One of my favourites is a amazing documentary called The Hubble   

Then there is the Pictureville proudly claiming to be  one of the best equipped cinemas in the world.  Actually that was the city's old Library Theatre.  I used to dance on its stage - much against my family's wishes. Love to dance! Yeah!  
I love salsa and old Indian classical traditional folk dance from Gujarat and Garba Ras  amongst many other styles.

Then we have the Cubby Broccoli cinema. Cubby Broccoli was famous for making the Bond Movies. 

But I wouldn't take broccoli to snack on at the flicks though would you?

My first ever experience of hitting the flicks was as a child to see Mother India in the early 1970's.  Bradford became very famous for its Asian picture houses and our local was The Arcadian. Not always an Indian film cinema but that's how I knew it in the 70's. The asian cinema house was demolished in 1987. I cried as I  watched the building tumble, such a sad day for me. 
A few of my favourites foodie films are Fried green tomatoesLa Grande Bouffe Chocolat and A Private Function really  appropriate for this years Diamond Jubilee


Gosh it was packed most nights. There was dancing, hands clapping ..... Oh! And that was just from the audience ..... talking right through the movie and shouting out the plot as the audience got carried away. If mobile phone had existed . I dare say lots of colourful ring tones would have joined in too! Not that folk seemed to mind.   All part of the excitement and occasion. As they joyfully watched.

My mother thought the pictures were for those with nothing better to do with their time and money.   "A respectable reputation may be lost if seen there too often."   So the only time she went to see a film was  when she went to see Mother India.    She made an exception for that film because it had a good, moral story and thus acceptable. 

It was never a dull moment.  Fahsan ( snack food spicy and crunchy) usually all home made and of course washed down by a glass bottle of Coca Cola.  The food was amazing: samosa, fresh chapati rolls (biris),  Bombay mixes of all types and descriptions, a whole variety of  Indian snack bites and roasted peanuts with chili. There was no end to the variety and it was such a great social affair.   Like one big living room!   You would see rows of families and friends passing round tubs of home made goodies and sometimes the bowl tub would get past all the way down the row  so you would get a bite of someone's else s food.   My Mum's food was enough to impress anyone. It was even being offered in exchange for cinema tickets. She never took them up on it, but I did!

My favourites had to be samosa.  A treat to which I never said no. I loved them so much that I learned so much about them.  They took the best part of a day to make - preparing the mixture, making the pastry, filling them and finally cooking them.  
That was the one food we never made at home because it came from another region.  Indian food varies from region to region as much as Turkish food varies from Spanish.  Subtleties that we in the West have yet to discover and understand fully.Next time I will take through my recipe.

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