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There are dishes that feel less like recipes and more like memories, and Gojjavalakki is one of them. In many Karnataka households, mornings begin with the earthy aroma of tamarind simmering gently, jaggery melting into its tang, and the unmistakable rustle of poha being folded into the gojju. I remember how mom and aunt would prepare it with quiet precision, soaking the flattened rice just enough, never too soft, never too dry. The peanuts roasted to a golden crunch, the red chilies lending their fiery whisper, and the tamarind pulp binding it all together into a harmony of flavors. A hint of jaggery to balance the flavors. It wasn’t just breakfast; it was a ritual. A dish served after temple visits, during festivals, or on lazy Sunday mornings when the family gathered around the kitchen. Each spoonful carried the balance of sweet, sour, and spice. It is a reminder that life itself is best savored in contrasts. Even today, when I make Gojjavalakki, I’m transported back to those kitche...