Today's adventure was making puris.
I had prepared the yummy pudina-tomato-potato-onion-masaalaa.
I got the dough mixed and ready but the puri press was nowhere in sight.
We searched high and low except where it was stored away due to non use.
"Where do we store the heavy things...
not here... not here ...not here..."
went on like the spiritual quest
neti neti
(
na iti na iti na iti meaning not this
not this not this)
Finally it dawned on my elder son that it was stored away with the heavy things-
that real heavy cast iron pans weighing in scores of kilos.
Presto it was located and puris were released and relished.
I am sure I will have make Puris on every Sunday for the next one month!
Saturdays are already booked for the versatile adais! :thumb: