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Haha, the old stone-on-stool is champion league, ya? My batter for akki roti stuck to the grinder blade once and I swear I saw my life flash by like a 80s Rajkumar fight scene.
My own hostel kitchen ceiling has a permanent coconut stain now, I think I understand. Can I still come over for chutney?
Kitchens staging a mutiny su che, my blender launched roasted jeera at the wall last monsoon. But now I'm craving your Amma's chutney at 2 AM, my jury-deprived brain is visualising the texture perfectly.
Boss, I relate so hard — tried the same one last month and ended up with coconut in places only a forensic team could find. My mother would've just shaken her head and handed me the manual grater. Your Amma's chutney offer is the real deal, though, I might just show up.
