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Pakoray!!!!

Ever had a yummy brown deep fried scrumptious aloo ka pakora??? I'm sure you've had dozens this Ramadhan. If there's one food delicacy that I associated with Mah-e-Ramadhan ever since I knew about iftars, it is a pakora.. or pakoray.. literally pakora is a fried delicacy usually made of onion or potato or spinach fried in spiced gram flour. There has to be something about pakoray which makes them so special.. is it their color, or the taste, or perhaps some deep memories attached.. I think all of them makes a good pakora..

As I fried pakoray today for iftar, unconciously my mind drifted back to the past as it always does. Drifted back to the time when we lived in that old apartment.. the three of us; Ashar bhaiyya, Sameer and me (always hoppin n prying into whatever the duo did.. :P ) would sit around the black dining table with Ashar bhaiyya slicing potatoes.. Sameer and me watchin him do it.. when done, we'd carry (oh yes, what else could I do back then) it to the kitchen... you'd fry them pakoray.. and Ashar bhaiyya would keep on moving them in the wok. yummm.... And then we'd eat...

that is not all... when we moved to the new house few yrs ago.. pakoray had a different story.. I talk as if pakoray is the kid next door... you had already taught me how to make the batter for thme.. every evening..routine... about 5 p.m I'd make the batter.. sliced potatoes.. and pakoray were a must for iftar... yumm..

and then when you left, pakoray didn't cease to be an iftar item.. we continued pakoray for iftar same way you told..

When it rained heavily in the moonsoon season Sameer would always ask me to get him some pakoray.. pakoray and chai are a must in barish.. I'm sure if I went back home now, the one food Sameer would want me to cook.. it ahs to be pakoray for iftar..

and when Sameer used to take me to the graveyard to meet you, on the way back home, he'd always grab a plate of pakoray fresh.. and 2 glasses of sugarcane juice... we'd recite Al-Fatiha and eat.. eat and talk.. talk about you..who else..

and yet today while I did those pakoray.. I missed Sameer.. missed going to the graveyard.. missed meeting you as I did weeks ago.. but missing that way is the worldly aspect.. when I sit down for iftar... I send those pakoray to you,there are ways and I, for one, believe in them, I recite Al-Fatiha..I'm sure you have them daily, else they wouldn't be turning so yummy every day..
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A teent tiny flash(back)

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Ahmed said…
Oh I so want a pakora! Its such a pain to go to restaurants to find a good one though. The ones near me are paneer pakora not the aloo ones that I like :(

I just made a pakora song on my blog last week too :)

Pakora, Pakora
People up in here tonight
No fighting, no fighting
We got the roza up in here
No fighting, no fighting

Pakora, Pakora

I never really knew that it could taste like this
It makes a man wants to eat that dish
Como se llama (si), bonita (si), mi casa (si, Pakora Pakora), su casa
Pakora, Pakora

Oh baby when your fried like that
You make a person go mad
So be wise and keep on
Reading the signs of my......

...recipe =P
Sat Oct 07, 02:12:00 AM
Karachiite said…
Welcome Ahmed!

yeah, pakoray are ymmy.. never had a cheese one tho.
Tue Oct 10, 10:34:00 AM
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