I finally got a chance to put my MBA to full use. I achieved Level 25 on the Ultimate Delegation Challenge. The cooking was outsourced to the husband and the writing to the guest. I did agree to find the answer to two critical questions though. First, can we agree on what the real name of this mouth watering dish from the hills of Kashmir is? The answer, is No. Is it Mutton Rogan Josh Or Mutton Rogan Gosht Or Rogan Ghost Or Gosht Rogan Josh? It is all of the above, except for the option where you mistake the mutton for ghostriders from Rogan. Secondly, is there an ideal pairing with the dish? The answer is Yes. Beer and Garlic Naan. If ever there was a complete meal on earth, to steal the words of Amir Khusro - it is this, it is this, it is this. Agar firdaus bar roo-e zameen ast, Hameen ast-o hameen ast-o hameen ast. For those of you who aren’t familiar with this couplet, I leave the translation of this to your googling talents. And now, Ladies, gentlemen, overeaters, fellow slackers and free riders, I present to you, the one and only Jishnu Dasgupta, today’s guest writer on the blog. As regular readers of Assorted Items will know, these people have been killing it with one smashing gourmet meal after another. So much that self-respecting foodies such as myself often describe reading Icy's posts as arduous. But if you also live less than 2 minutes away from the author and her masterchef husband, it is pure torture. The knowledge that lasagnas, pilafs, sushi and other delicacies are being conjured up less than 300m away, is pain. So, this past Friday I swallowed my pride (I was hungry), and sent out a whatsapp feeler to see if we could invite ourselves (self, wife and 2 kids) to the Assorted Item Warehouse for one of their smashing lunches. Alas, I was shot out of the grey Nagavarapalya sky with a terse, "we're expecting company, so kindly stop inviting yourself over". Picking up remains of what I once thought was love for thy neighbour, I retreated to my phone looking up consolation biryanis that we could have at home. Sunday dawned, and my phone pinged. My heart leapt with an unnamed joy on seeing this “Buggaz you up for an impromptu lunch at our place? The guy who was coming forgot and is now in (location withheld) And we have a ton of mutton rogan josh lying around” The above message is the best appetizer I have ever had. Of course, I replied. When the Rogan calls, you answer with Josh! And like the SS Carpathia cheerfully sailing to the aid of the gravy-stricken Titanic, four hungry Dasguptas dressed in their Sunday best washed up at the Assorted Items Warehouse with shiny, hungry faces. Now I cannot fathom how the finest Mutton Rogan Josh I have ever tasted was rustled up by a relative first-timer like the chef. But be it known that the succulent, fall-off-the-bone meat was bursting with flavour. The gravy gave the meat a new life. The naans were simply incredible, especially the ones with a sprinkling of butter-fried garlic and coriander that was toasted just right. We literally moaned in sheer delight as we devoured one of the finest lunches in recent memory. I consider myself fortunate to have been given the chance to partake of this meal and then as dessert, be featured on the very blog that gave me the meal to begin with.
Burp.
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Sriram
24/2/2021 06:53:41 pm
😃😃hahaha icy cooking delegated long ago and now even the blog
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Aishwarya KalakataThe loss of and search for individualism has never been felt more acutely. Everything changed after I had a kid. But this blog is not about me being a mom. It’s about the things I do when I want to stop being a mom. It’s about telling myself that it is possible and that it is ok. It’s about my little escapades. Mostly travel - sometimes physical, sometimes mental. A desperate bid to stop my identity from being rolled into a single word. CategoriesArchives
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