While sleeping my brain knocked the door of my stomach. Hey stomach! Why are you so quite? Make a bur bur sound and wake her up. I don't know why you don't need breakfast, no lunch and sometimes no dinner. Why? My brain insulted my stomach and he gets angry. He made a weird sound. That forces me to wake up.
Creative Sunday
Ohh Maliha!! Why are you sleeping? Today is sunday. Why not to create something? I said yes. Lets make something and spread the fragrance all over on hive.
Yeah your are right. I am going to cook something. I stained the flour while i have no flour stainer. I used tea stainer instead, hahah hostel things.
So i knead the dough with water. Aha that process was intersting.
The final look of flour which was converted into dough was cute. The dough was saying oh Maliha! I am waiting. Cook me.
I made all my weapons ready. All my soldiers(spices) was ready to attack on the stuff. I mixed them but you know i made them extra spicy. Oh it's okay we are the chef and we are the eaters. So it happens.
Then i divided my dough into small sections. I made little balls or disc of those sections.
After then i used kitchen tools. Roller for pressing the dough, to convert them in the form of roti.
I filled them and again rolled it. Then it was ready to lay down on tawa to make their feet hot.
After 30 seconds i flip it over and give it a bath in oil. Umhm no extra oil. Otherwise you'll become a doraemon.
I cooked it for 2 to 3 minutes and it was ready to eat. Ahh today my stomach wants to beat a drum(today he is too noisy).
I served the pratha to myself and eat
with full heart. That was so yummy. Don't forget to try this. That was so delicious.
Til then take care.
Allah hafiz.