When you are an innocent kid, you may commit mistakes that seem so foolish once you get to know the harsh realities of this world. I once did something too. Something very bad. I still feel the excruciating guilt whenever I think about it.
I bought a very expensive tiny scoop of sorbet over a Grande latte of Starbucks one.
And today, as I ate the big scoop of homemade sorbet, I internally weep at its beauty and my naivety.
I am not a fan of seekh kebab specially, it’s shaped weird and it’s Indian but there is something about this one that I loved. Maybe it was the taste of the smoke infused chicken or how hassle free it was to make these, they were a hit on the table.
Now, I come from a family of meat lovers but you’ll soon see that my fascination with meat does not extend to mutton. So when my mom said make seekh kebab today, I was like no,uh huh, absolutely not. But then I realised it could be made with chicken and honestly, chicken mince is so much prettier to look at.
A few tid bits about me before we start cooking. A little formal greeting and me ranting about things that I choose to believe is a sign from the universe.