Dosa Dilemma
Meera: "Ravi, why are you standing near the kitchen? Come play carrom!"
Ravi: "I can’t. Amma is making dosas, and I want the first one."
Meera: "You always want the first one! There are so many dosas."
Ravi:especiallycrispiest, when it comes straight from the tawa." "But the first dosa is the
Meera: "Hmm… I like the soft ones in the middle of the stack, especially with extra ghee."
Amma: "Both of you, set the plates first. No plates, no dosas." first. No plates, no dosas."
Ravi: "Okay, I’ll put the plates. But I’m still standing closest to the stove."
Meera: "That’s not fair. I helped fold the batter cloth and switch on the light."
Amma: "There are many dosas, children. What is so special about this 'first' one?"
Ravi:especiallysizzling just for me… when you fold it into a triangle." "It smells different, like it’s
Meera: "And the middle one feels like a warm pillow in my hand, especially when the butter melts and runs down."
Amma: "So both of you have a 'special' dosa. How will we keep the peace?"
Ravi: "You give Meera the soft middle one first… especially with that big blob of butter."
Meera: "And you give Ravi the very first crispy one, especially with that coconut chutney on top."
Amma:especially because you decided it together." "Ah, now that sounds delicious…