Vaidehi Manni’s Super-Crispy Potato Wadas

Batata Wada, South Indian Style, a vegan, gluten-free recipeMadras is a bursting, flourishing metropolis in the south Indian state of Tamil Nadu that remains, to this day, firmly rooted in age-old culture and tradition.

This is where Desi was born and where he grew up before moving to Bombay for a job. Some of his siblings still live there, so it is always a stop on our return trips to India.

My ideas about Madras, or Chennai as it is now called, began to take shape long before I met Desi. As a child growing up in Bombay, I learned of the city through the stories and anecdotes that my best friend and neighbor, Radha, brought back with her after each summer vacation spent visiting relatives there. Radha painted a fascinating land: of arid, acrid summers where some people walked miles to find water; a megalopolis suffused with small-town charm, where neighbors strolled in and out of open doors any time of the day and night and where women gathered in the verandahs of their single-storey homes after the day’s cooking was done to share news of their small but lively worlds.

A city so orthodox that, she told me once, deadpan, a crowd gathered to watch her each time she stepped out of the house wearing pants (saris and salwar-kameezes are de rigueur for women here).

I visited Madras years later for the first time, to visit Desi’s family. The city felt familiar, already, but with many pleasant surprises. The startling blue of the ocean at Marina Beach dazzled this Bombay girl used to the murky-brown of the Arabian Sea that hugs India’s west coast. Mount Road raged, traffic gushing non-stop through its noisy artery. In T-Nagar, the city’s shopping hub, stores bustled with housewives sharply scrutinizing everything from steel coconut scrapers to dazzling silk saris bordered with silver and gold threads to expensive, diamond-studded jewelry at the ostentatious Thanga Maligai store.

I loved everything about the city. Even getting on one of the green Pallavan buses with left-side seats reserved for women and driving over Beach road and the white, curved bridge that swept over the Coovum river was a tiny thrill.

Tamilians are nothing if not religious, and the city is packed with temples like the Kapaleeshwar temple in Mylapore with its intricate, jewel-hued gopuram, historic churches like the Santhome Cathedral on Marina Beach, and the twinkling Thousand Lights mosque on Mount Road.

My favorite landscapes, though, were the semirural ones. Quiet (then) suburbs like Chromepet, where Desi’s parents lived. Their home was a flat, single-storied building topped with a terrace and fronted by a wide verandah where his father would spend a good deal of time chatting with and waving to neighbors as they strolled by. Behind the house was a well that, he told me, had never run dry, even in the harshest summers. The yard was dotted with mango and coconut trees and closer to the house Desi’s mom, Amma, had planted all sorts of vegetables.

A short train ride away, further from the city, was Desi’s alma mater, Madras Christian College, its campus rich with red earth, emerald trees and scurrying wildlife.

Over my many trips back to Madras, I’ve watched with some sadness as it has changed, just like the rest of India. The prosperity that has suffused the country’s middle class has sprawled here too, perhaps more rapidly than it has any other place. Distant suburbs, once brown, dusty spreads of land, are now packed street to street with single-family homes. The nearer suburbs, once lined with single-family homes, are now filled with taller buildings bustling with families. Bright new cars and two-wheelers roar on narrow neighborhood roads not quite ready to be driven on.

Desi’s parents have passed on and their beautiful home has been replaced by an apartment building.

The road from the airport is fringed by expensive hotel chains to accommodate foreign travelers drawn by business to this high-tech hub, and, sometimes, prodigal children visiting from recently-set-up homes far far away. Madras, with more engineering colleges than any other city in India, ships out thousands of software engineers to countries like the United States each year.

But underneath all these nouveau trappings, the city holds rigidly on to a culture shaped by centuries of tradition. And, it’s true, women usually don’t wear the pants, if you know what I mean.

A few years back, traveling around Madras on a work assignment to explore the reasons behind why India produces so many engineers and doctors compared to the United States, I interviewed families and students in the city. While more and more women were becoming engineers and going out of their homes to work, some things remained unchanged: most are found husbands for and married off as soon as they’ve stepped into their early 20s. And while some continue to bring in the bread and butter it, they are also expected to return to more traditional roles in their families the minute they stepped in through their homes’ thresholds.

This past week, Desi’s brother and sister-in-law, both natives of Madras who’ve lived in Sydney for the past two decades and raised their children there, were visiting with us. To me, every visit from my Tamil relatives is a great opportunity to learn more about the foods of their native land. Vaidehi manni, my sister-in-law, made for us these incredibly delicious batata wadas that I am sharing today.

In the part of the world I come from, batata wadas are balls of cooked potato mixed with spices, dipped in a chickpea batter, and deep-fried. This batata wada, or potato wada, was differently delicious. Incredibly crunchy, it has a melt-in-your-mouth texture that makes you forget, for at least as long as you’re eating it, that it probably has a bazillion calories in it.

But what the heck– everyone deserves some indulgence once in a while, don’t they?

Here’s the recipe, then. Enjoy, all!
Vaidehi manni

A south Indian potato wada, vegan and gluten-free

Potato Wadas


3 medium potatoes, boiled, peeled and mashed

1 medium onion, chopped fine

2 green chillies, minced

2 tbsp chickpea or garbanzo flour (besan)

2 tbsp rice flour

1 tbsp grated ginger

8-10 curry leaves, crushed

Salt to taste

Oil for deep-frying

Mix all the ingredients well.

Heat the oil in a pan wide enough to deep-fry in. If possible, use a thermometer to ensure it reaches between 350 and 375 degrees before you begin to fry.

Make a ball of the potato dough, about 3/4 of an inch in diameter, and place it on your fingers.

Using the thumb of the same hand, flatten it out into a disc, about 1 1/2 inches wide.

Slip the wadas into the oil, as many as the pan will take at a time without becoming overcrowded.

Fry each side until golden-brown.

Serve hot with chutney or just enjoy by itself.


I have been on a long break, I know, and many of you have been worrying and wondering about Lucy. She’s doing quite well, and seems to be getting better every day at adapting to her tripawed body. She’s been chasing squirrels, running up and down the stairs and doing just about everything she ever did.

We take her this Thursday to the oncologist to determine her chemotherapy course. Desi and I have our fingers crossed that she’s going to defy all odds and live to be …25, at least! Now that would be a record. :)

A huge thank-you woof and sloppy kiss from Lucy to Mints of one of my favorite blogs, Vadani Kaval Gheta. Mints sent Lucy some delicious vegetarian treats as a get-well gift. Normally an affirmed carnivore (my kids are not vegan), Lucy surprised us all by gobbling these down faster than I could give them to her.

And thanks to all of you, kind readers, for keeping Lucy and us in your minds– we love you!

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  1. says

    What a wonderful post Vaishali…it was really nice reading about your family and all your fond memories. Vadas look so crispy and so good :) I am happy to know that Lucy is better now and getting back to her usual self..take care :)

  2. says

    Lovely potato Vadai. My hubby is from chennai too. He would totally go nuts for this vadai.I was in chennai a couple of months ago doing all the things you have mentioned except riding the Pallavan bus. As for wearing pants, girls seem to be wearing only that..things have changed a little bit.

  3. says

    It was very nice reading your post. It captured Madras very well and transported one to the place. Vaidehi Manni’s potato vadai looks good. I like it when bloggers post recipes from within their family. It has a lot more value to me than from recipe books, because we need to document family recipes which would other wise go unnoticed.

  4. says

    These Wada’s are so different than the Marathi Batata Wada. I am sure it tastes great. I have to try it.

    Lots of love to Lucy!! Get well soon girl.

  5. Anonymous says

    I was really happy to read about Lucy and her progress. She will do better.
    Wadas look great. I wonder how people in the same county but different states have different recipe for the same food item :)
    Take care

  6. says

    Have reserved a particular timing of the day for blog hopping and commenting. But, today when I saw write-up about Chennai, I had to read it then and there:):)Enjoyed every word of the post,beautifully worded. As for Manni’s vada, they are gorgeous as Manni herself:):)


  7. says

    Wonderful post Vaishali!
    The wadas look amazing! I would so love them with a hot cup of chai! umm!

    I am very glad Lucy is doing well and now I am sure, than ever before,she will be well and live a long life! God Bless the Darling!!!

  8. says

    Just like that?! And it is done! Too good. What a beautiful colour the wadas have too. :-)
    Great to know dear Lucy is fine … hugs to both her and you Vaishali. :-)

  9. says

    Realistic writing about Chennai.. I love chennai and was very happy reading it .. Bookmarked the recipe . Thanks for the wonderful writeup.

  10. says

    What a lovely post Vaishali. It reminded me of the time we were in Madras. I loved to hop on the train to get to Mambalam market on Wednesdays and chat with the keerai vendor ladies. Your beautiful writing brought back all those lovely memories. Of course, the crispy vada looks very yummy.

  11. says

    Ypu’ve made me so homesick! I’m from Madras and its going to be a long time before I get to go back home again! Loved your post, thoughts on Marina beach and the recipe :)

  12. says

    Amazing colors! I’m going to show these to my mom, because she’s crazy about potatoes, so crazy that I have this theory that she was an Indian woman in one of her past lives. “I’m sure” 😉 she lived in India: nuts about potatoes, loves mangoes and monkeys, family above everything, e-x-c-e-l-l-e-n-t chef – good lord! – everything she cooks (vegan or not) is delicious, unfortunately I didn’t get her genes on this lol.
    I’m so glad to read that Lucy is doing well, our hearts feel lighter :). Keeping my fingers crossed for her.
    With Love,

  13. says

    VAishali,I took the time to read ur post this morning.Nice to know Desi’s parents are from Chromepet.Actually my mom’s parents and mom are from chromepet.They still live there .My mom went to the vaishnav college.From your description I can guess Desi’s parents live closer to the college and station.During my every visit to India we spend couple of days at my maternal parents house .Such a peaceful place unlike the city buzz.I am excited to see when somebody recognizes chromepet .My mom is reading this post along with me she is super excited.:).U made our day.

  14. says

    I am a big chennai fan.. My cousins live there and i used to love visiting them when i was a kid… Got an opportunity to really explore the city when i started working there..
    Vada looks superb.. crispy and crunchy

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