One of those mad hatter mornings with a daunting roster of to-dos.
And as it inevitably happens on such insanely crazy run-run-run mornings, by the time I catch a breath, the lace of morning mist has disappeared, the sun is shining in all its splendor and the ever-disciplined clock is alerting me it’s already past noon.
Back to my refuge of recipes that are ready in a jiffy.
This time its narkel bhetki, bhetki slices cooked in coconut milk perfumed with ginger. And yes, those sinful caramelized onions that accentuate the earthy sweetness of coconut milk.
No spices whatsoever. Just that inciting provocation from chillies you bite into once in a while.
Silly in its unassuming simplicity. Divine with that bowl of piping hot rice.