Gur walay chawal

Since someone had reminded me gur walay chawal, I was dying to eat them. My mother does not make sweet dishes good (sorry mum u know I am blunt). So each time, I have to make effort for sweet dishes. Some times I think that she intentionally does so for forcing me to enter the kitchen. Anyhow, I was not in mood of cooking. I wanted to enjoy ready -made gur walay chawal (I doubt if any hotel serves them). I requested phupho whose specialty is gur walay chawal (according to papa) to make them for me. I was begging her and she was convincing me to cook them myself. I was about to win in this argument when papa reached there. I became silent suddenly as I know that he likes gur walay chawal alot and he would also insist me too for cooking. Only phupho was happy as she got another supporter. When she started telling him the whole story, I found it safe to ask her the recipe. I listened the recipe carefully assuring myself that I wont miss any thing.

So when I reached home yesterday from office, all ingredients were waiting for me in the kitchen. And papa was saying 'beta cheezien zaia hi karo gi, Phupho ko hi dey ao bananay k liay'. It struck my ego and self respect and I said confidently 'ye banana koi mushkil nai hein aur aik do dafa kharab karun gi tu hi bananay aien gay'. So I moved on.

There was no written recipe and I was over confident that I wont forget any thing and any step. The most difficult thing for me always is to go through the dirty rice. Papa never bring the packed cleaned rice. Mom always cleans them for me. I feel it wastage of time to investigate each dana. But yesterday mom refused to clean them by saying 'aglay ghar ja kar kiya gulam rakho gi chawal chunanay k liaye' . Me” 'tu aap hi jahez mai do teen boriyan de dena naa achi terhan chunn kar'. Mom: 'Dheet kahein ki, khud karo'. So I had to do each and every thing by myself, no external help. Measure the quantity of required water, melted gur in it, cleaned rice and poured rice in the boiled gur walay water. Every thing was going well. Water was about to dry when I realized that I forgot to pour oil. Oh shit. I cursed myself for missing such an important ingredient. I switched of the stove and took two three rounds in kitchen in nervousness. Mom called from the room 'dam par rakh diye?' Me: 'bas rakhnay lagi hoon'., Two three ideas came into my mind to handle the situation. One to pour the oil on the rice now; second to stir the oil first with cardamom (which I also forgot hehehe) and then pour it into the rice. I went with the second one. During the implementation of my plan, water in rice went almost dried. I poured the stirred oil in it and tried to mix it all without smashing the rice but all in vain. Rice turned out to be ghuppa aur some thing like paphpa. I put them for dum and waited 15 minutes. I did not want to uncover them but had to. They turned out to be very loving rice hugging with each other so tightly. I had to put effort like a zalim smaaj to split them from each other. Taste was not bad, although sugar was lesser and color was also little dim. I wished to hide them that papa and bhai could not reach them. But I found it hard to hide such a big daigcha. I wished papa would forget to ask about rice but my all wishes do not come true. Papa came straight from office to kitchen asking 'kiya bana?'. And I slipped from the kitchen saying 'ban gaye hein mai zara abhi ati hoon'. At night Papa gave me Rs. 10/- for making such delicious gur walay chawal. I was shocked and tried to guess from his face was he making my fun or he was serious. He is used to appreciate the worstest things I cook just for my encouragement. But his repeatedly plate refilling showed me that he was damn serious. Ignoring my requests, he also sent a bowl to Phophu also. I kept the ten-rupee note carefully with the beautiful notion that someday I would turn to be best in cooking.

Do you like Gur walay chawal?