And as I continue to talk about food with my mouth watered, it was a different person who took center-stage (ME), entering kitchen with a mission - Mission Indian-Bread (or in simple terms - plain parathas). With the grounded floor I started in the company of esteem friend (a college buddy - has asked me not to reveal his name - no explanation) who didn't want to make the doug of wheat for making the Indian-breads. As I pour water, drop by drop, I realize how easy was it for our Mother who used to whipped her magic and turn powder into a clay-like mass and how difficult it is for a muggle like me (non-magical folk). Ofcourse the clay like mass was close, yet really sticky and just refused to come of my hand. And as a little kid, who searches for his mother's hand while learning how to walk, I searched for my mobile and called my sexy-babe (my mom).
In shock, yet she was able to tell me to pour dry floor, till I get it hard and firm like a clay-like mass. And it worked, IT REALLY WORKED (thanks Mom)....
Everyone will think, I would have stopped there. Tired, huffing and puffing, I continue, tired, exhausted (okay I am exaggerating it a lot), to roll them into shapes. Ah! Another art of its own!! I have laughed in the past on my brother or cousins, who have attempted there luck at the art of rolling doug-balls into circular or triangular breads. And now the circle-of-life laughs at me, challenging me to bring the right shape.
4 attempts and this was the shapes:
- Attempt 1 : Can't define the shape or yeah kind of in shape of ameoba
- Attempt 2 : Sort of a rombus; can't be sure though
- Attempt 3 : Most funny of all, tried to make circular, instead of triangular bread; turned out to be a fish
- AND FOR THE GRAND FINALE : YES, I finally managed a triangular shape. I know, some of my friends will never believe and hence the pic
And so the affair with food has another story to tell. For days to come I will always cherish this very moment.
