Towards the end of our family visits to Coorg, large packages would start collecting in the kitchen. Paper packages of freshly roasted coffee powder, spices like pepper and cardamom, jams and pickles, and bags of thari. This was to last the months till our next visit.
If my grandmother had her way, she’d make sure that the quantities were enough to keep a platoon with the healthiest of appetites well fed for a couple of years! The idea of not having home grown rice or thari especially didn’t sit well with her. She was a devoted customer of trucking services like that of TVS, using them to send out farm produce, most memorably, baskets of juicy Coorg oranges. In preparation for their journey, straw lined baskets would be filled with the fruit, covered with hessian cloth (burlap) and sewn shut with a big darning needle threaded with jute twine.