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We miss the taste of good, old, deep-fried spare ribs after a while, says Pushpesh Pant
Our own experience with tabaq maaz seems to demonstrate that there are some delicacies that are certainly an acquired taste. There was no love at first sight. On the contrary, there were even some reservations about trying it the second time.
The place was, one distinctly recalls, Chor Bizzare in the twilight zone of the city where the old meets the new and Rohit Khattar runs this delightful eatery. Jiggs kept insisting that this was the original Kashmiri kebab and another ‘know it all’ guest was trying to tell us that it is also known as qabargah in the Muslim wazwan and the authentic recipe involves boiling the spare ribs in saffron-laced milk for tedious hours. All this hype and hoopla put us off what was put in the plate. The pieces of meat delicate to look at were visibly enriched with natural fat then deep-fried. The friend sitting next, a hypochondriac, slyly transferred his share conveniently on to our plate pleading a high cholesterol count. But, then as time passed and we had occasions to sample it sans distraction of a pedantic commentary the recipe began to work its unfailing age-old magic and a life-long relationship was forged. Today we have reached a stage where we begin to miss the good, old, deep-fried aromatic spare ribs when they have not been served for a while and this prompts us to ‘fish for’ invitations at Kashmiri friends’ homes. The problem is that in these pseudo health-conscious days even the true inheritors, the sons and daughters of the soil, consume this delicacy sparingly. Rashmi Dar, gifted cook and generous hostess, has treated us not only to this memorable dish whenever she has found us in a drooling state but also shared its recipe. We have great pleasure in spreading the simple yet elegant nusqha around. |