Crispy

Crispy - Inktober Day Twenty Eight, 2021

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He liked Dosa to be crispy. But no one made it the way he wanted. He tried at many different locations and at many people's homes, but no one could make it the way he wanted. Usually, he would make it himself, but he is also on the hunt to explore that perfectly crispy dosa. He was often invited by people claiming that they make the crispiest dosas, but little do they know, he tried too many to know what they mean. He never found a single person to get it right. What he wanted was someone else make it the way he can make, but slowly started losing that hope. But the search continued through other's efforts and leads. 

When he was invited to people's homes, some conversations went something like this:

"So, how is it?" Asks the host.

"Well... haha.. it's nice." He replies.

"Okay, that dosa is crispiest one can make. I have the best pan in the market and the flame control on my stove is like no other, so there can't possibly be a crispier dosa than this."

"I mean... it's very crispy. And it tastes really nice. But I have to be honest, it's not close to what I normally make myself on regular old pan, with normal stove." He says, while thinking to himself, maybe this advance technology is what's ruining their potential to make it like he makes. Who knows?

"Maybe you make it for us at your home to let us know how you really like. We'll also see how the crispiest of the crispiest dosas in the world looks and tastes like, and more importantly... how it's made." They respond.

So, he invited many people over to show them his special. The dosa one can't possibly deny to have a second bite of, the dosa that you won't even require chutney for, the dosa that is the crispiest he ever had. The hype for it was real, deep, spine chilling and most importantly, drool inducing.

Finally he went in the kitchen and made it.

It took a while, so people went in to check and to their horror, saw the burnt dosas on the pan and on the plates.

"This is not crispy, this is burnt dosa!" Someone said.

A calm face and gentle smile replied, "You don't understand..."

Later while everyone was trying to eat this mess, they asked why, so he told a story. His mother always made them like this, long before she died. And he always ate them without complaints. He liked his mother and whatever she did, but he didn't know she hated him. Or so she thought, he knew she hated him, but he didn't care because she was the only family he got at that time. He really relives the moments through this crisp dosa, which is why he likes them like this.

The story melted everyone's hearts... and eyes. Now the tears helped with the otherwise bland dosa and also helped soften them.

He was now a part of larger family, and they want him to have better food. So, they made a tradition to eat normal food every year and not use tears as substitute to salt.