Here is my little helper making rotis with me. We made some bhindi (okra) and peeli dahl (yellow dahl). Look at all the effort going into that SMILE!!
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Smaller pieces for smaller hands
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| Rolling out the dough |
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| First one finished |
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| Patterns make them taste better |
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| Cooking them on the tawa |
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| All buttered up and ready for pappa |
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| Hope you're hungry Dad! |
Peter was a star Dad, and he ate all the rotis that Little A made. Apparently I did a good job making the Indian food, as 11 of the 12 rotis I made disappeared. Ajay, who is not generally a fan of bhindi, made his way into the kitchen for seconds.
When I was little, I HATED bhindi. Whenever my mom made them (and made me eat them) I felt like vomiting. To me, they were comparable to eating octopus tentacles, slimy with the suction cups. Blech! Funny how things change as you grow older.
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