Making of a frittata - Deepak Salwan

 

Making of a Frittata 



Just like eggs, you get broken ; not once , not twice but a dozen times and whisked like there’s no tomorrow. While holding on to your equanimity, you start to wonder what is happening- you were suppose to be a chicken but then a lot of dust just like baking flour is thrown onto you and you are whisked more - again like as if there is no tomorrow. 



You meet a lot of other chopped ones - like onions , peppers , chillies and wonder why it is all being put together. Then some more strings get attached - just like them cheese strings. Meanwhile somewhere, a pan is getting buttered for you, of which you have no idea. That’s not the end - now, in that pan, you are thrown into the heat which feels like a pre-heated oven at 350. With nothing to forfend, you accept your fate and wait to meet your destiny , not for one or two or three but a whole 60 mins. Then, realisation start to dawn upon you, why you had to be broken , why every thing got added to you to make that mix which didn’t make any sense at that time. 





And then when time comes, you feel the limina of heat and you RISE ! You are not broken pieces anymore and you announce - THIS ! IS! FRITTATA!!! You are HOT & READY, cynosure of all ;while someone of higher whisking power sedulously brought your pieces together.



This , my friends , is a pleonastic recipe of how to become a frittata. Hungry anyone ? 




Comments

  1. ManuAugust 25, 2024 at 10:26 AM

    This is the most fun recipe on the internet :D keep 'em coming!!!!

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  2. AtulSeptember 11, 2024 at 11:46 AM

    This is so fun and accurate and appetizing… we want to read more from you … keep on with the baking..

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