A Treat #NaBloPoMo day 14

The man-child of the house incessantly mumbled under his breath for the dosa treat he missed the other day, and the ‘I love it when Mamma creates something only for me’ boy-child refused to have it with coconut chutney when I finally relented and marched to the kitchen to feed it to my hungry pair of darlings.

Thanks to A Jr and his idiosyncrasies, I racked my brain and made my version of Continental Garlic Chilly dosa (fancy name for a fancy boy, isn’t it? πŸ˜‰ ) by layering the dosa with a (mayonnaise+ketchup+chilly sauce+garlic butter) paste seasoned with Italian mixed herbs.

Sadly, I had a fast and couldn’t taste what my imagination managed to cook up πŸ˜‰ but the aroma that spread all around the house while the dosa was getting roasted and A Jr’s extremely pleased reactions convinced me that my efforts had paid off. πŸ˜› I (not surprisingly) didn’t forget to take pictures though. πŸ˜€



77 thoughts on “A Treat #NaBloPoMo day 14

      1. Hahaha…say…what would a heartbroken dosa look like? Simply torn through the middle? Burnt a charcoal black? Unevenly spread and roasted with empty patches in it? *seriously thinking* 😁

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      2. πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚ Come on…even dosas have feelings…don’t they? The emotional ones melt in our mouth…the stubborn ones never come in the perfect circle no matter how much we try…the pesky ones eventually become intentional uttapams…and so on… 😏😷😜😜

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      3. We are co-writing here. Sky is the limit…like they say. Dosas, on the other hand, are man-made and come with their own minds and vices. Look at easily they create partnerships like Schezwan Dosa, Russian Salad Dosa, American Chopsuey Dosa…no loyalty left. 😑

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      4. It is…I believe so too…but I’m yet to bring my mind to accept the state where I won’t be the same anymore. (I like not being half-bald, menopausal and wrinkled. 😊)

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      5. from my story ‘the resident evil & the disciplined pupils’ – “I wondered how a woman could look so beautiful even in her seventies. I watched her with possessive pride, as she came into the balcony, my favourite jasmine perfume announcing her arrival in advance. As a teenager I often wondered how oldies in their twenties & thirties could feel attraction towards each other. And while in my twenties & thirties I used to laugh at my thoughts as a teenager, but still wondered whether couples in their forties & fifties could muster enough spark to liven their relationships. Life is funny, and I carried forward such thoughts(now I realize, stupid), from decade to decade. Only, now in my mid-seventies, still in love with the ‘love of my life’, I was very much sure that our desire for each other would remain intact forever”.

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      6. Wow!!! Attraction and love at any age for our loved ones remains just the same. Isn’t it? As we grow older by years, so does our feeling of belonging for each other. Beautiful story Hari. πŸ‘Œ

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