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Hello everybody,
first of all I really want to apologize for not posting anything for the past few days. I understand that one must be committed to blogging, but the stress of past few days took over my writing capability. Without much ado let us move forward to the second post of my blog. Enjoy! It all started yesterday evening when I found a tub of cottage cheese in my fridge. Throughout my life I was living in the illusion that cottage cheese is equivalent to ‘paneer’; I presume that is the case with most of the Indians. Anyway, so when I opened the tub, unlike the solid object we normally find in a packet of ‘paneer’, I found a mushy substance. I realized my mistake and presumed it to be ‘chenna’: the one made from curdled milk. So I replaced my idea of making ‘Paneer butter masala’ (an Indian delicacy) with ‘chanar dalna’ (a Bengali delicacy). So, my voyage to cook a perfect weekend dinner for my husband began. I followed the recipe strictly. I hung the cheese in neat cotton handkerchief for half an hour to let all the water out. I added flour to it and made patties, I rested them in the refrigerator for few minutes and then heated the oil to fry them. No sooner did I add them to the hot oil, the entire thing melted: I re-realized my mistake; its neither paneer nor chenna. The liquid-thing soon begun to boil, making a peculiar sound, as if the wok was raging against me for putting something disgusting in its belly. To torture it further I added the sautéed veggies and masalas to it. The final summary of my entire deed is that I prepared the most horrifying dish of my entire life; or so I thought. I was full of guilt while presenting the dish to my husband so I quickly prepared a normal ‘aloo dum’ and dal (cooked lentils) for him as redemption. During dinner we sat across each other. Like a guilty prisoner I hung my head in shame. Eyes filled with water, getting ready to roll out any minute. “It's good”, he said. “Huh?” My heart skipped a beat! I raised my head, only to find the ‘aloo dum’ and the dal untouched. My husband had finished half of his dinner with the cheesy-veggie thing. “What’s the dish again?” I suppressed a laugh, “aaa….I haven’t thought of a name..yet”, I said confidently. So to conclude it can be said that we had peaceful dinner and I was saved for the night :) All’s well ends well. Have you ever experienced such disaster in your life that proved to be a miracle in the end? Please let us know in the comment section below. P.S. From my experience shared above, I feel that I must not dare to share the recipe of my latest innovative dish :P |
ArchivesI am an ordinary individual who loves to eat, read, travel and write. I am from a small town of India and presently residing in a far away land. I am homesick yet I feel privileged to be able to discover my new home town.
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