Saturday, August 22, 2009
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Sunday, August 9, 2009
- Slog all week. Then you can tell yourself that you deserve this indulgence.
- Convince people (parents / wife / siblings / friends / colleagues etc) to make the effort.
- Find a suitably expensive place. (It's not a Lazy Sunday Brunch if you host it at your home, and worse, cook!)
- Arrive at the suitably expensive place, suitably dressed in pyjamas.
- Pretend to laze around, hog on sweet stuff, talk, ogle.
- Wait for the phones to start ringing, and watch people leave, giving lame excuses.
- Leave after an hour or two.
- Slog all week.
- Get invited to the next Lazy Sunday Brunch, rinse, repeat.
- Get up.
- Try and remember whether there is a Badminton and / or brunch invitation.
- Read HT Brunch with morning tea.
- Check on the laptop, play a round or two of Unreal Tournament.
- See if stomach still has memories of the Lazy Saturday Brunch.
- Sleep some more.
Yes! I have Saturdays off! Ergo, no Sunday Brunch nonsense for me. The Lazy Saturday Brunch, unlike the aforementioned monstority, is much simpler:
- It must be on a Saturday.
- Since nobody does Saturday Brunch yet, it has to be at home.
- It must taste good.
- It must have that 'kick', to fire your memory all week.
- It must be simple.
So, here's what I had on a recent Saturday.
(Preparation Time: 10-15 minutes. Serves One. Not possible to translate name to English.)
This thing also helped me get rid of the leftover bread from Friday! You can also make this with rotis or pav, only varying the quantity of water. I embellished it (the brunch, not the dish!) with half a papaya, a roasted papad, five desi ghee besan laddoos, and a tall glass of thandai in milk. Absolutely un-fine dining, but delicious!
An instant image forms in my head, of little monsters running around in yellow jumpsuits, kimonos, and cowboy costumes, calling each other snake-names, and sparring with Hattori Hanzo swords (fake, of course); overseen by "Uncle Quentin". Weird!