One fine Sunday

July 12, 2010

Sunday began on a nice note — i woke up late on the wings of a romantic dream, a cool breeze sprung up and i had little work save get some chicken to make khurchan, a rag-tag dish made of scrapings from the frying pan.

Luchi and subzi for breakfast (Pic: Dwaipayan Ghosh Dastidar)

Lined up were a slew of rewards for lazing my way through the day: luchi (maida puri) sabzi for breakfast, postor bora (khus khus patties) and a mean fish curry in the afternoon, a post-lunch private viewing of Jaane Bhi do Yaaron, the British Grand Prix with khurchan and whisky in the evening before turning a total couch potato for Spain and Holland’s sake at night.

Breakfast was perfect; thankfully i didn’t try my hand in the luchis and they ended up being round and fluffy. I polished off five of them with the subzi, which my wife made from potato, pumpkin and a variety of gourd.

It’s easy to rustle up tolerably good non-veg curries, but perfecting Bengali vegetarian dishes is a sure sign that you have arrived. I haven’t yet, if i apply this yardstick on me.

I faced a minor setback at the meat shop. At least a dozen people hemmed in on the butcher oblivious to the odd bits of meat that flew all around. I beat a calculated retreat when the butcher murmured “Der hoga, sir. Saab log meat ke bhukhe hain”, junked the khurchan plan and bagged some marinated kalmi kebab that needed to be fried at home.

Noon passed in a pleasurable indolence. If doing nothing is an art, i am a sublime artist. My favourite poem is Lotus Eaters and the animal i can best relate to is a panda.

The lunch (Pic: Dwaipayan Ghosh Dastidar)

It was 2 pm when i was amply rewarded for deftly sidestepping my Sunday chores — dusting furniture, cleaning the bathrooms and sprucing up the dressing table — with a lunch of thick masur daal, postor bora and a chunky piece of rohu fish the way i like: in a thick hot-and-sweet gravy with intact bulbs of boiled onions and plump green chillies.

After a crisp siesta, we settled down for Jaane Bhi Do. I found myself worked up a bit — the first time in the day — after discovering that Vidhu Vinod Chopra acted in the film and Sudhir Mishra was one of the assistant directors. My wife, the cautious person she is, brought me a large glass of Glucon D, making it sure that the excitement did not eat into my energy levels.

A smart shower set the tenor of the evening as did Mark Webber, my favourite Formula One driver, with a rasping race at Silverstone. The thawed kalmi kebabs were thrown into hissing white oil and a peg of whisky later, the chicken was ready. That’s what i like best about Sundays: you have all the time to nurse your drink, munch on some meat and watch a match or a film on television.

Chicken kalmi kebab and whisky (Pic: Dwaipayan Ghosh Dastidar)

The film, the second of the day, started on Star Movies from 9 pm. Though we were watching Titanic for the nth time, we still loved it (okay, it doesn’t deserve 11 Oscars, but it’s still a nice mush).

Dinner — butter rice and fried eggs — was served during a commercial break. We kept it light because the kebabs had filled us up. The film ended just in time for the football match — the worst i’ve seen in quite some time — and nearly undid a perfect Sunday.

It’s five more days for the next Sunday, which i won’t be able to while away slumped in my easy chair. I will be away in Bombay, meeting up old friends at Mahesh Lunch Home for a seafood brunch and Cafe Monderger for a couple of evening beers.

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3 Responses to “One fine Sunday”

  1. Sharmi said

    I’m going to try this Kalmi kebab at home very soon. And, I’ll make it better, I promise. with the right seasoning 🙂
    Oh you just reminded me about the ghastly match x-(
    Never mind. This is a lovely relaxed post 🙂 I enjoyed it thoroughly 🙂 And it lessened the pain of enduring that boring final 🙂

  2. netdhaba said

    Ya, a dreadful game it was.
    I am sure you can. I will wait for kalmi as well as mutton keema kebab.
    Thanks so much for the comment
    🙂

  3. Sharmi said

    I’m still waiting to read about your Bombay food exploits. Hurry up 🙂

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