Idling away to glory

I consider them the most unpretentious, straightforward, WYSIWYG, simple, innocuous culinary pieces devised by man. Okay! the oriental, and the southern species at that. I am notorious for having them at any time of the day, any number of times, in forms best not described, and textures best left untouched. I had almost reconciled to the fact I would be not be laying my hands on these marvels for a long long time to come courtesy my relocation, a short imminent trip back home notwithstanding. Yes, there have been many a discussion across tables over dinners, brunches about how the Americans could be introduced to these girth friendly wonders. About how these don't leave a hole in the essentially deep pockets out here when made in bulk. About how these transcend without a trace of trans. About how just about any accompaniments go well with these, not eclipsing the core taste at all.

I opine, and not many agree that these taste the same when cold, as when they are hot. That's an eccentric point I have always wanted to drive home. There were days, the Vellore Chapter, when the gap between Sunday nights and Monday mornings seemed extremely torturous. My pals didn't concur. Did I care? Thankfully it's history. Nothing comes between me and my white discs of joy. Many a cart fellow in Bangalore, and Hyderabad would have felt grateful to me for making their mornings. So thanks to the wonderful couple, Bhargavi and Murali for making my day today.