Pav Bhaaji - The PP Way

We decided to woo a gastronomic delight called as Paav Bhaaji to our tummies, that lazy Saturday, 14th of October 2006, a day to remember, when two friends met and zoomed on the black machine to the 3rd Big friend's house.

The Big friend had invited her friends to her "self-prepared lunch." It turned out that PP, one of the friends and the driver Nk were the ones who did it all. Well, in all honesty (Lest I get a virtual kick from Big!) I would tell you that Nk did nothing to the creation of the yummy Paav Bhaaji.

Big got all the ingredients and PP barged into the small kitchen. Well, the kitchen is not small, but there are 2 cupboards that take up space. There is a small service veranda (where the Bai would show her talent) adjacent to the kitchen. Lets get onto the pictorial story of the day, when we met and made Paav Bhaaji, Mumbaiyya Ishtyle.

This picture shows the cold haandi ready to be used for cooking.






Lets go on to the chefs. They are ready and excited to start this gastronomic trip. Lets take a look at them. The one with the Tawa, is NOT the main Chef. The pretty young one
with the red scarf around her neck is the main chef. The foto has been clicked by the 3rd sleeping partner in this fiasco.

The next pictures show the various stages of preparation of the dish. It has to nurtured like a baby, and pampered with a lot of ghee and a lot of mashing of the potatoes, which give sthe distinct Mumbaiyya taste to the whole stuff. Believe me, its a mouth watering dish and any Maharashtrian worth his salt would swear by it.

Here are some more pictures from the same day.....





















The grand finale.... The Paav Bhaaji is ready to be served to the hungry mouths waiting outside the kitchen. :)

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  1. Anonymous7:59 PM

    that was yummmmm na?? :-P`

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