Now for the final flourish: she peels it away and slaps it side to side with expert hands for that extra stretch. In one smooth motion she eases it onto the hot griddle: round perfection
‘A bit thick, isn’t it?’ Her mother pipes up from behind her.
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Grabbing a chunk of dough, she deftly marauds it into a smooth flattened ball. Onto the board with lots of flour, she rolls it and like magic it spins as it spreads: the splendour of experience. Over and over she turns and bastes and rolls, massaging her creation into a beautiful round roti.
Now for the final flourish: she peels it away and slaps it side to side with expert hands for that extra stretch. In one smooth motion she eases it onto the hot griddle: round perfection ‘A bit thick, isn’t it?’ Her mother pipes up from behind her.
Sue Clayton
24/9/2022 03:01:51 am
Mothers always know best. Or at least they think they do. Time to prove them wrong. Comments are closed.
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"Classic"
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