The crumbs left behind in the butter after toast has been made.
The swirls of changing colour as cream is mixed into a tomato-based sauce.
The just-brown of perfectly grilled cheese.
The way dal bubbles out of the little hole in the middle of the rice mound.
The way an orange balances when you pierce it with your thumb.
The little film that forms on the top of a properly brewed cup of chai.
The inexhaustible soakability of a tiny crust of bread in mopping up gravy.
The way the flesh pops out when you squeeze a grape just right.
The way drowned biscuits end up as abstract art.
The way a dollop of butter transforms soup.
....the little magics of food.
2.5.10
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5 comments:
butter transforms everything, period. and margarine sucks.
The way good food makes you feel good- that's magical too!
The way dal bubbles out of the little hole in the middle of the rice mound.
This.
I hate the film on top of tea. And drowned biscuits. Everything else is lovely.
Roy:
Yep.
Dipali:
I can't believe I forgot to mention that. So true.
KM:
:)
Bride:
But that's how you know the chai's been made with proper malai-wali doodh!
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