The Culinary Effect

While it has been a very long time since I penned down my last post, I was looking out for something fascinating to instigate my next post. Scathingly, there has always been a foolhardy connection between me and the foodstuff and so that became the subject matter this time. Earlier it was Varsha who experienced the alleged effect of cookery along with me and this time it was Monica. We had planned for a get together amongst the four of us and hence parted away with the jeopardy of cooking. We premeditated to drive into some nice restaurant and gorge at our feast. I managed to arrive to the appointed place, whereas my other friends escaped elsewhere saying gibberish reasons. As luck would have it, I was left at the mercy of Moni for my lunch, as our plan for the day became an utter droop. I had at least got myself acquainted with one or two recipes and thought of trying my hand in it.. But Moni, with a graceful heart decided to give a solo performance in the Kitchen. I was even more baffled to hear her saying that the lunch was going to be Dosa with Chutney. Which fiend on earth will crave for disgusting Dosas on a Sunday for lunch???? My wits started to think in the backdrop – since it was a Sunday afternoon, I was still left out for a while to take care of myself if some nauseating stuff happened to me.. ;-). I finally made up my mind to give a try. Even though her brother was at home at that time, he never even dared to sneak a look into the kitchen.. Intelligent chap, I thought to myself. The ingredients for the Chutney comprised of 3 onions, 3 tomatoes, 5 garlic chives and a big ginger piece.. She cut everything into pieces.. The big ginger piece was decided to be cut shortened and one tomato was reduced at the time of cooking…I was putting the veggies one by one into the pan for it to fry properly. But the hasty Moni thronged everything into the frying pan…Much later we realized that the full ginger piece also got fried and got grinded in the Mixie along with the other ingredients. The Chutney in its final version tasted like a Ginger Chutney, while we were supposed to make Tomato Chutney. Moni’s shrewd mind started working quickly. She immediately put the left out tomato on to the Dosa pan and fried it with oil. Until then I didn’t perceive the ultimate Chef in her. Now comes the fascinating part of making Dosas. You must be wondering as to what obscurity it has got to do with that simple process. The dough which we had was bought in some good shop as the consistency never harmonized with the dosa pan. Every time we tried assorted styles in shaping the Dosas, we ended up only in Omelets. Finally, with a daring heart we determined to relish the yummy Dosas with the enticing tomato Chutney. It was not that bad, I consoled Moni. By the time we had finished eating, Moni’s mom arrived at home. She listened to everything and said in an unperturbed tone, that the dough was capable enough to make only 3 dosas, out of which we had made 10. Moni and me gazed at each other, not knowing whether to take that as a compliment or a catastrophe.