mango pulse.
long lost friend prianCa visited. last time i met her was 30 days ago. spoke to her that day only.. but what to do.... miss her ya.....
anyway.. to get on with story.. she came to visit me anand.she came in auto. i was being worried that she would not find route... but my friend smart. i messaged her instructions and she came!!!wearing red t shirt and all... i was being very impressed....
anyway... my freind priyanCa is happening to be damn good cook. at least she is in regular touch with it.. bcoz she is in habit of cooking lunch daily for her family.prianCa liking my cumpoos very much. she says it is green and very open. so naturally i showing her the rest of cumpoos. now agriculture cumpoos mine.... best way to see all farms and also civil structures like biuldings are on cycle... so we went cycling around at 11 am in the heat. i told no that we are pucca insane.???
mess food.... in honour of her arrival it was extra specially bad. all girls who were in hostel that day worrying very much. one thing leading to another.. and in way of general conversation we decided to be cooking aam dal. .first i have to be teling that i am very bad at cooking shooking..... i dont know squat or jackshit. but have watched many people cook in my life... so i am knowing many many recipes.. from all over country... but never have tried.
with prianCa at my side .. i am feeling very brave..... i volunteer to be doing something for lunch.i say to make bengali aam daal. very simple and cool cool in summer time.
unfortunately... i am not knowing procedure rite from beginning. i told all that certain thing like onion and all not required.... but no one listening to me only... turned me out in heat to get things which i was a little sure that you dont need... but whatever. so people cutting mango,and priyanCa boiling daal.i get all things that were not needed.
just before things start cooking.. i am beginning to trust my gut. something totally wrong.... i call ma. she give insrtuction to priyanCa via cell fone from calcutta. daal of course is to be cooking in gujarat.
it was very good that i was doing that... onion and masala and things that they were saying was compulsory was not being so.
i continue to do theoretical cooking. priyanCa did practical.after all.. i know how much sugar to add to countereffect the khatta and excess of jeera. i also know at how much flame to simmer or to boil.but i am not knowledgeable in how to hold saucepan. prianCa knowing. i am after all science student. priyanCa is arts.we have wonderful compatibility.
experiment daal was successful.mild in taste and also appreciation. taste obviously affects the powers of speech.
while we were eating power cut happened. in summer it is very bad. in gujarat there is no wind also. so i take priyanca to IRMA cumpoos. my classmate living there. also they are having air condition facility.
irma zindabad.
my calssmate and colleague and fellow scientist and also very good friend deepak is hospitable on behalf of irma. we three sit in ac lib. lots of books. but we are talking and laughing of things that are highly uminportant. we are in potential threat and danger of being thrown out of library.after some time the gut again demands attention.so we go out for drive and to eat.
we eat paani puri and drink choc milk shake which is of indegenous origin.it is avalaible only from roadside stall.praiyanCa convinces deepaks sister that sprite in her hand is actually piss. what an affair with waiters who serve it....!!!!
sadly it is soon time to depart. priyanCa is promising to return this weekend. she in love with the paani puri. perhaps we can try making that next trip. my esteemed colleague and friend and fellow scientist will be helping us. his mother will have baked cake just in case.
i shall surely give you report then.