All inmates, please gather around. Madam has announced a puri party for all bloggers. And when ever Madam beckons, we must follow. What other choice do we have? For at risk is another post from her highness with a long, angry and totally appropriate rant and no recipe at the end. We don’t want to go through that again. And so, we must mix and we must knead and we must roll and we must deep-fry and then try to gulp down those deep fried goodness dipped in some bhaji. It is not going to be easy but we have to do it. It is for the greater good after all.
And so my family did something that they usually go through only once a month. They sat down for a puri- bhaji breakfast. The sacrifices they make for this food blogging world that I have entrenched myself into brings a ache to my heart. Or it just might be all that peanut oil. I will never know. So here goes, Anita, all for you and your son and your cat.
Now, puri with the potato bhaji is breakfast, but puri with anything else is dinner at my house. don’t ask me why. It is how it has always been and how it will always be. The spouse just enjoys his puri dipped in coffee. I need the bhaji with it and there are rigorous training sessions with my kids to make sure they like their puris just like mom does. It is working on the son, not on the daughter. Traitor!
And now as I am helping myself to the cooled puris off my plate, what with the photographs and all, I am thinking maybe Anita’s rants are not all bad. If fact, Anita, I think you should have more of these. Let the anger out baby and let’s Party!!!