When I was very little I hated eggs, it was something that I was always forced to eat. My brother was forced to drink it, yes drink it. There were these rumors those days that if one were to eat eggs raw mixed with milk, it will make them strong. The look of it was so very disgusting, the sound of it when it was poured down my brother's throat was even the more "inside churning" disgusting.
Before such rumours came into being or atleast my dad got the word of it, I had developed a taste for them "Bull's Eye" I used to like the soft yelowy middle, the white crispy surrounding. But all these things and my phobia of live chicken did not help me develop any form of love towards Eggs. I had started getting allergic to it even. But many many years later, many years after consuming it with a saintly tolerance, I actually fell in love with the "Boiled Eggs" - Hard boiled with "Garam Masala and Salt" not pepper or anything else.
"How I fell In love with the Boiled Egg "
- ah last December three of us girls were in Rajasthan, travel and food always goes well with me. There having tasted the most delicious lassi, and "makhan wala roti" in Jaipur and Jodhpur, there was not much in Udaipur to eat, or rather to remember, oh yeah well other than the spiciest "Bhel Puri" that we ate. We had gotten ourselves an amazing homestay, a real home [ not the fancy fake home stays] of a family in Udaipur, the place was just behind the "Lake palace" with a full view of the palace and the fireworks on it in the night, from the terrace. This accounted for a eat, drink and relish the view from the terrace. The kitchen had nothing like a snack to provide [ and within our thin budget] so we asked the lady of the house to get us some hard boiled eggs , as there was no pepper in her house she added some hot Garam Masala and salt to it - AND that is how I fell in love with the hard boiled egg. So every time I eat it I cant help but visualizing the scene in front of me - which I can assure "was out of this world"
Parinitha Konanur
Before such rumours came into being or atleast my dad got the word of it, I had developed a taste for them "Bull's Eye" I used to like the soft yelowy middle, the white crispy surrounding. But all these things and my phobia of live chicken did not help me develop any form of love towards Eggs. I had started getting allergic to it even. But many many years later, many years after consuming it with a saintly tolerance, I actually fell in love with the "Boiled Eggs" - Hard boiled with "Garam Masala and Salt" not pepper or anything else.
"How I fell In love with the Boiled Egg "
- ah last December three of us girls were in Rajasthan, travel and food always goes well with me. There having tasted the most delicious lassi, and "makhan wala roti" in Jaipur and Jodhpur, there was not much in Udaipur to eat, or rather to remember, oh yeah well other than the spiciest "Bhel Puri" that we ate. We had gotten ourselves an amazing homestay, a real home [ not the fancy fake home stays] of a family in Udaipur, the place was just behind the "Lake palace" with a full view of the palace and the fireworks on it in the night, from the terrace. This accounted for a eat, drink and relish the view from the terrace. The kitchen had nothing like a snack to provide [ and within our thin budget] so we asked the lady of the house to get us some hard boiled eggs , as there was no pepper in her house she added some hot Garam Masala and salt to it - AND that is how I fell in love with the hard boiled egg. So every time I eat it I cant help but visualizing the scene in front of me - which I can assure "was out of this world"
Parinitha Konanur
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