Its one thing to cook by yourself (I shudder to think what would happen in my case) and its another to watch your wife cook for you. Last week, I managed to click a snap while my better half whipped up the family's (atleast my dad's) answer to the 'quicky' before catching the next movie in town and South India's pride on the menu - Dosa! She prepared some crispy brown masala dosa's (the ones with cooked potato stuffed and rolled into them). As one's olfactory system gets a high as the drops of desi-ghee simmers into oblivion on the smeared batter, its satisfaction guaranteed for the cook when the perfectly shaped crisply fried rolled dosa's are carefully placed into the hot-pot.
Its pure love (that of my wife's rolled into each dosa, as well as that of a south-India foodie for his well made fav dig) that went in that morning...
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