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At the critical moment when my flat bread (roti) was underneath the grill, the Chapli Kababs were getting nicely browned in the frying pan, the smoke alarm started screeching. Startled I jumped a mile high — no that wouldn’t be correct to say, a few inches from the floor won’t be far from truth.

The sound was deafening. I’m always taken aback by the noise, and for a few seconds I remained immobilized with shock from the ringing sound. The trouble is there are five of them in our small apartment. When one starts ringing, all five join in. Smoke was billowing out from the roti. It was getting more burnt, as I stared at it in actively for a few moments. I rescued it from further burning from the grill, pushed the exhaust button before I rushed to the balcony doors to throw them open.

It would have been a perfect picture of me,  if someone was there to take a picture.



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It’s more than a week now since my stomach is in the doldrums. It isn’t getting better. I am tempted to have my morning cup of tea. Even that’s off limits. Bananas, and rice are my fate. I want to escape them, but don’t know how.

Yesterday I was super excited  to make a roti (flat bread) on the girdle. I had made a batch of mutton curry with green peas. The smell of it, while it was cooking was heavenly. I ate it, relishing every spoon full. At the same time I was worried whether it would stay in the stomach. It didn’t. Today it’s back to eating rice.

My sister consoled me on the phone with the cryptic remark that I should be glad that I am losing weight, because of sickness. It’s not the same — feeling sick, or losing weight willingly. 

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Makings of a Roti

I was obsessed with making the perfect roti — flat round of bread made from whole wheat flour.

Back home we have shops in every locality, where you can have them warm, freshly made in clay tandoors. Here the store brought, sealed as four to a packet, are mostly made from white flour (maida). The flour used is of inferior quality and doesn’t taste good.

I have a different machine back home for kneading dough. I had to learn how to get the dough right on the Kenwood here. Through trial, and error method I found out the right ratio of whole wheat flour, yeast, and water. I felt happy at watching the ball of flour getting bigger leaving the sides of bowl clean.

I burned my arm in getting the roti cooked in the oven. And I would forget to watch the roti beneath the grill. Once I forgot it altogether. There was a smell of something burning. My ever vigilant nose was working. I looked at the gas rings seeing nothing that was burning. I had totally forgotten the last roti in the oven. Then I realized what was really burning.

There was joy in watching my grandson H in munching his leftover last piece of roti while going up the stairs. Normally the left over was thrown in the disposal container. That meant it was perfectly made. Whoa! I did it.


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