A paragraph is given by participants of Marathon Bloggers and here I am imagining the impossible, please bear with me cause I am in dreamy mood.... a fiction indeed...or pure imagination...
I ran. Fast. Out of breath. Lungs bursting. Legs hitting the earth. I thudded up the path, around the corner, right up the stairs and reached the door. I flung it open, rush to my room and grabbed the TV remote.
I was just in time for my favorite TV program ‘Junior Master Chef- Grand Finale’
The children were to make Indian Kababs and I was interested to see if they made it well.
Smart kids, just 10-yrs-olds, were making most difficult and exotic dishes so efficiently. But I was sure that Kababs would be difficult for them to make.
Why is Kababs so difficult to make? You may ask.
Well, making kababs is an art. The consistency has to be proper, masalas have to be just right and molding into a proper shape is an art, it depends on the dexterity of the finger. These kids have tiny palms, not enough space to roll the dough.
Their tiny hands minced the mixture of meat and soaked channa dhal in the food processor, added garam masalas, lime, salt and chilies, then started to roll the kababs in proper shape.
“Take enough quantity kid, you have taken too small a portion” said I, hoping they could hear me.
They took just a small handful and made into marble size balls.
“That’s not Kababs, silly” I screamed
The kids continued to shape into small marble size, unaware of my frustrations.
In a non-stick pan, they fried those tiny ten kababs, flattening it a bit with the ladle.
“Okay, since you have made such tiny blotches of meat, I wonder how you plan to plate it?” I grumbled
But kids are smart.
They arranged ten kababs in a fan shaped design, surrounded it with thinly sliced tomato alternating with onion rings and slit green chilies, they placed a small bowl containing green chutney at other end of the plate making a nice geometrical design.
Hmmns..I am impressed.
Though both the contestants had followed the same recipe, the winner would be the one who made the tastiest kababs.
I wished I were the judge.