Meaty Paw loves 3 things starting with the alphabet M. He will be writing regularly* on the blog. (* conditions apply)
I was at a restaurant called Eatopia in India Habitat Centre last week with a couple of friends and an extremely sweet girl. And while the two friends and I discussed the mundane questions vis-à-vis where to sit (the restaurant was packed), what to order etc., the sweet girl was whisked away into wonderland by the sight of various kinds of food being prepared. If you have ever been to Eatopia, you would know that they have tens of counters where you can get different kinds of food- Indian cuisine, tandoori chicken (part of Indian but I somehow feel the need to mention it separately), kababs, pizzas, American food (which consists of *drumroll* burgers and French fries), and Chinese. I know what you’re thinking now. You’re thinking ‘this is one good writer- uses ‘vis-à-vis’ and all’. Yes, you are right. I’m pretty cool. But you also want to know more about the sweet girl.
So while we talked about the restaurant being absolutely packed and decided that we would go elsewhere to eat, the sweet girl was already near the last counter at the other end of the restaurant enthralled, staring at jalebis being made. She was oblivious to her surroundings and kept staring at those jalebis like a kid does at the ice cream man. Or the average mature, responsible, adult male at ‘Wild Police Videos’. I walked over to her with no acknowledgement from her whatsoever to my presence.
“Umm there’s no place to sit here. We were thinking we should just go to some other place.”
A little vexed to have been brought out of the trance, she asked “Why can’t we sit there?” pointing to huge unoccupied booth. How we did not notice that booth, I cannot tell. The old saying is true- If you concentrate hard enough on food, you will get a place to sit! Or something similar that sounds more biblical.
So, it was a tough spot I was in when this sweet girl asked me to write a guest post for her blog that is called (to no one’s surprise) “Chronicles of a Hungry Mind”. She is one of the biggest gourmets of our times, I’m sure. What would I write for her about food! Anyway, this is what I have come up with. I have thought of a gesture to thank her for giving me all this internet footage.
Here goes the plan.
Still reading? You know if you’re too busy you don’t have to read. It’s not so special.
You really want to read, don’t you?! I guess I will have to actually come up with an idea !!
Wait. Okay here.
The sweet girl wakes up one morning. She stretches in bed, rubs her groggy eyes when the soft scent of melted butter and noises from the sizzling frying pan draw her out of her bed and lure her into the kitchen. She squints into the bright light and sees me. I am all busy, boiling eggs, frying crispy brown bacon for her. Of course at this point, it is necessary to mention that I’m wearing a dark blue apron with small red prints of pepperoni. And it is also not completely irrelevant to bring to your attention a news report from September 21, 2011 in CBS where a woman called Rose Elliot (name changed) (her actual name is Kenya Ealy) in St. Louis came back home early morning after running an errand to find 36-year-old Damon Petty, a suspect in a string of burglaries cooking breakfast after having broken into her house. So anyway, coming back to the breakfast I would make for her. There I would be, looking darn cute in that apron of mine, minding the boiling eggs, beating more eggs for a cheese and ham omelet, frying bacon on a pan. The complete breakfast would consist of these:
Two boiled eggs mashed together with two tablespoons of butter, some garlic seasoning, pepper, and oregano seasoning. A little Thousand Island sauce and garlic mayonnaise worked into this gives it delightful texture and flavour.
Bacons fried in golden butter till they’re crisp and brown. Three strips on the side of the plate, two strips squatting on the mashed eggs.
Cheese and ham omelet
Eggs, beaten with roasted garlic, oregano seasoning, a pinch of salt and freshly cracked pepper swirled about in melted butter. Once it’s a little firm, the omelet is covered with a layer of grated cheese and two slices of pork ham. The omelet is tossed about to let the ham sink into the melted cheese on the surface, and folded with some coriander leaves on top for garnishing.
Add to these some toast and a glass of mango drink to go with it. Not to mention, a bar of milk chocolate for afterwards. I am guaranteed a big ol’ hug from the sweet girl. Unless she doesn’t believe that I got up so early in the morning and decides to report me!
Tell me what you think of Mister Paw at firstname.lastname@example.org. Here he is, grinning away to glory.