Khasta - Kachoris

Have been very enthusiastic about something for the last two days. I will figure out what and let you know shortly but for now, let’s move on. So like I said, I do not have a lot of clarity but promise to give my best. Such was the case that not only because the city witnessed one of its snowiest days in more than 50 years, and I was lucky to witness all of it and enjoy the knee-deep snow right outside my abode, which was quite unsettling, to begin with, and the reason being that just a day before, I was out for a walk and everything seemed totally seamless while it was something the next day and that it had started with flurries and covered the entire area in a couple of hours and looked as if I could have a piece of the “white-cake” and jump like a two-year-old and whatnot but also because I was generally in a good mood! Huh!

Imaginations run far and wide and a child's imagination even more. I know I am no more a child but does that really prohibit me? Yeah. I happen to do that in my leisure hours very often. To be honest, the snow situation was beyond imagination, and reality far outweighed my expectations from the city. While I was looking outside from the window of my apartment, not into the wilderness, but to the beautiful snow-capped trees, I gave myself a moment to think about these natural beauties that I never had time for. In fact, in today’s world, who has the liberty of time and patience to give these trivial things so much thought or even a glance. (I do not intend to sound bizarre but just a thought.) We are so deeply intertwined with our daily chores and issues that include both our office and household activities that little do we care for anything but materialism and we forget to breathe. So, why not breathe first?

Meanwhile, looking at the weather and my mood which was in total agreement with the former for some good bites, I tried my hands on khasta matar kachoris (an Indian cuisine). I started with mixing flour and clarified butter with Indian spices and made it into a beautiful dough. It smelled divine to me. The preparation of the filler for kachoris was a process, nonetheless. To my surprise and satisfaction, these kachoris turned out to be a hit. As soon as I was done with frying and cleaning, I displayed them onto a fine porcelain dish only to flex mus-kles in front of my relatives but before I could attain any success, came into the room, my partner and grabbed one kachori from the plate in a jiffy, a total turnoff. I mustered all my anger and decided to chide but changed my mind later, naturally.

Nevertheless, I relished the moment as it seemed quite inconceivable to me to make such good snacks. Not that I had stumbled before but my expectations were already tapered for quite a while owing to my gigantic altitude of laziness and minimal cooking prowess.

P.S.- I took some advice from my mother. All in all, I was a happy soul. Well, well. I get it. I already realized that the recipe is a no-brainer and very common too but who cares. Why not give it a try, right?


Thank you:)