Memsaheb's Khanakhazana and Mirchmasala: baba's chick-inn

Memsaheb's Khanakhazana and Mirchmasala

What does cooking mean to me? Cooking meant staring at my mother bringing forth mouth watering samosas and delicious biryanis in the kitchen from apparently inedible ingredients. I wondered if I could ever become a magician like her. Ma didn’t like having me hanging around the kitchen. She would shoo me out saying, ‘You will always have to cook all your life once you are grown up.’ Occasionally I would manage to sneak out a samosa before the whole batch was ready.

Friday, September 7, 2012

baba's chick-inn

Baba's Chick -inn

This is what my Venky’s chicken looked like after Kyar Singh coated it with breadcrumbs and deep fried it. Firstly hunting for this shop had a tale of it’s own. What with Mishti’s mother(One of thakurmaa's gang) giving us vague directions –it’s near the National Handloom. Then after that - go straight down- but east, west ? Where? Went around in circles. This restaurant cum shop was called Yes you guessed it- Baba's Chick-inn. Really how we improvise on the language. Anybody would think it was an inn with a chick.

So finally took her along wearing a skirt, short (unheard of in Jaipur).

The chicken available here is tough after getting used to the Bombay variety. Thus the need for hunting out tender ones. Had heard of this variety.

It looks a shade more brown and as you can see my diary next to it, I was impatient to try it out no matter what. It was not so bad.

Labels: Chick-inn