When Fantasies Are Colourful!
The perks of being a journalist
are countable, but it’s certain that your taste buds get some ‘tickle’ in a
week at least. Last Friday was one such day when I got this immense adrenaline
rush towards some crispy and tangy caramelized onion rings. The platter came
with a hefty price and though the taste was worth remembering, the quantity
spoke otherwise!
Last to last weekend, while
I was still immersed in the aftermaths of my siesta, suddenly I could overhear
my neighbour calling, “Are Pinky, Kanda Bhaji thanda hot aahe. (Pinky, come
soon. Your onion fries are getting cold). Am not too much a believer in DIY
tasks, however the overheard conversation seemed to ignite an intense spark. I
jumped off my bed and headed out to spot a packet of ‘Besan’ in the kitchen and
possibly treat myself to a crispy snack, floating in the tangy Schezwan sauce.
Taking a generous permit from my lazy bones, I began with my expedition.
The onions were cut in asymmetrical
shapes (so I do presume), the Besan was diluted, chilli and Malwani powder
(have developed a strange liking for this Maharashtrian spice off late) were
mixed in adequate and desired amounts. Just the time I was about to take off
with the mustard oil and chopped onions, my phone sang, “Hello! Is it me you’re
looking for?” (that’s my ringtone). The call was from a person who was sure to
keep me away from my expedition at least for half an hour.
After finishing the call,
Cleopatra (my kitten) had already completed half my task. I could find my mixed
Besan lying on the floor. Oh what a poor sight that was! The bowl on one side,
mixture on the other, and Cleopatra landing on it. Oh my! How could I deprive myself
of my latest fantasy! Nevertheless! All desires necessarily don't have to be true.
This time let's rely on the fantasies…
Hi i wana talk to u once
ReplyDelete