The day's surprise

Every day in Delhi has little surprises, some welcome, some bizzare some quite unexpected. Incredible India has a lot in store and today my surprise was a cook who came knocking on my door and who has offered to cook for the family. He arrived on his bike.He has an unpronouncable name beginning with P so for the sake of this blog he will henceforth be known as Parmesan. He is a slim jim, I hope not because of his cooking but more the distances he travels to the various families he cooks for and he sports a slick little moustache, one protruding tooth and what must have been a harelip scar under his moustache. He is off cooking chili chicken which means I can stop setting the kitchen on fire and dedicate more time to this blog. He called me up to ask for something and jabbered away in perfect hindi.With some guess work I handed him vinegar, flour, cornflour and chillies and I am hoping for the best. Dinner will be reviewed in next blog.