THE FIRST IN COOKING.........! Dearest Muki, Today the rooster has every reason to stay well clear of my path - as do the ducks! My taste buds are itching and one of them stands a good chance of ending up being served on our table! Perhaps you do not know I was the first to discover the art of cooking! Admittedly it wasn’t much of an art at the time, but whatever it was the credit for it rests fairly and squarely on my shoulders! It was an autumn day and crisp leaves covered the ground. Towering above me was this red-hot volcano spewing ton loads of lava in the air. Suddenly a fireball looped across and landed on top a baby dinosaur, roasting it in an instant right in front of my bewildered eyes! Naturally I dropped my club and ran over to witness this spectacle. The first thing that struck me was the smoky aroma of this smoldering mass. It seemed quite appetizing and I proceeded to pull a limb off the now cooked creature and taste its flesh. It was tender and juicy – unlike the raw chunks of meat served on our community table after each successful hunt. For days after that initiation I kept on returning to gorge myself on that well roasted meat – and at the same time – started pondering over the thought of sharing my new find with the rest of the community. Then, a freak incident took place. The headman got injured chasing a rhino. The local doctor attending him chanted and danced in a trance for weeks but to no avail. Day by day he got weaker and a time came when he could not even chew the hind leg of a baby gazelle. Naturally I thought here was my opportunity to introduce my newfound taste for roasted flesh and suffer no ridicule as a consequence. I proceeded to light a fire, slaughter a lamb and hold it on skewers above the flames so would roast it just right. Well, I was no judge of the time required for a professional job, but I managed to get it to a point where, when eaten, the meat was as tender as can be. I then fed it to the headman twice a day as a sort of a medicine. Lo and behold he began to recover! From that instant onwards, every sick, weak or aged caveman around was put on a diet of cooked meat and a new tradition came into being! Naturally my status in the community was further elevated and my recipes received wide acclaim, and all sorts of dishes began being credited to me – though in some cases - I had no idea who had introduced them! But, in all humility, I accepted the honor people bestowed on me! Naturally a royal residency and a Noble Prize followed – along with a generous offering of surplus wives - but the wonder-lust I had developed over the years led me away to other times and other discoveries, and so, I moved to a far away destination where eating rats, reptiles, dogs and the like were the done thing! Naturally, knowing better, I stayed well clear of such delicacies myself, and took to the science of astronomy with a passion. For hours on end I’d sit star struck – but that is a story for another day! So dear Muki, it is time for me to engage my mentor over the relationship of tennis and philosophy yet again! Good old Razzaki would be waiting to put enough under-spin on the ball to beguile me into over hitting the return! I must not disappoint him! Loads of love Dadski the maha chef of the days of yore! RAJA CHANGEZ SULTAN A NOBEL PRIZE AND A 1000 WIVES
Posted on: Thu, 03 Oct 2013 02:20:32 +0000
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