I cooked chicken curry and mushroom paneer matar and if the ratio of gravy to chicken pieces is ignored, the perfectness of the masalas and the look on P’s face made up for the three hours spent sweating in the kitchen and whining over the dough that refused to yield to the belan!
Huh!
The kitchen looked well in control as I successfully dealt with the minor hitch of chicken pieces and the onion/spice paste not letting off water and P was impressed. But his smirk was back in place on his third round as my patience burnt with the rotis.
So how did it turn out?
:) That says it I suppose.
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