It’s pickling season in the Telugu states, and while Andhra Pradesh and Telangana are known for quite a few varieties, the avakaya is king. The fiery raw mango pickle made with dry Guntur chillies is stored in ceramic jars for consumption all year round.
But this year, the start of the season coincided with the news of adulterated spice powders. Amidst countries imposing bans and restrictions on the import of Indian masalas, it impacted the summer tradition of avakaya making. Especially because, over the past few decades, most urban households have moved away from homemade spice powders to relying on store-bought ones.
On the bright side, the news did get many families to call up their elders who still make the pickle the traditional way. It is the method that many of us grew up watching and enjoying as children. Even today, it remains the biggest food-related event of the year in the region — with Telugu households making large volumes of various types of mango pickles: Magai (with sundried mango), Thurumu Magai (grated mango pickle), Bellam Avakaya (a sweet, jaggery-infused version), Pachcha avakaya (a yellow-tinged version made with the more expensive Gollaprolu chillies).
When green becomes red
In my family, it was one of the most awaited annual rituals every April and May, when everyone descended on our maternal grandparents’ home, in the heart of the picturesque Godavari delta area in Andhra.
My grandfather would order home sacks of freshly harvested raw mangoes such as the sour kothapalli kobbari and pedda rasalu. The taut green fruits would be washed, wiped dry or briefly sundried, and cut into even-sized pieces by skilled workers who were available in plenty during this season back in the 60s and 70s. The pieces would then be placed in large vats or vessels, and cold-pressed sesame oil — so fresh you could see the foam on top — would be mixed in, along with home-pounded Guntur red chilli powder, salt and mustard powder. Like most great cooks, my grandmother never bothered with exact measures and, instead, worked by instinct. After a thorough mixing, the pickle would be transferred into large ceramic jars and their lids secured with white muslin cloth. It would last a year or two.
The tradition continues
But it can also be eaten a few days after preparation, and there is nothing like fresh, spicy avakaya with rice. I remember all the cousins gathering around my grandmother as she emptied steaming hot rice into a large vessel. Large spoonfuls of avakaya would be ladled evenly over it. Then, she would reach into a nearby earthen pot for freshly churned butter to add to it. After mixing it well, she would make small balls of avakaya rice and place them in our outstretched palms. Nothing before or since has tasted better!
Those summers also had another constant: my grandmother’s loud complaints to my grandfather. “This year too, the quantity of pickle will be half of the mangoes you ordered because your grandchildren, much like their mothers, spirited away the sliced raw fruit to eat when I was not looking.” And his response would never change: “Well, I ordered double the quantity for exactly this reason!”
After my grandparents, the tradition was carried over to my maternal aunt’s home for many delightful summers. Today, across Telugu homes, the ritual endures in rural and urban households. And for those who cannot find the time or the people to cut the mangoes, local markets are a boon. For the past two decades or so, during this season, one finds women cutting mangoes (chinna rasala, gulabi and jalaalu) for customers to take home by the kilo.
They toil in the open or under a tarpaulin sheet, cutting between 3 kg and 5 kg of mangoes (and charging ₹3-₹6 per mango) an hour. Men sometimes share the labour, and visit city homes to help those who want to make avakaya the traditional way.
The writer is a journalist, photographer, translator and critic, and author of Forgotten Composers.