The Egg Bhurji (scrambled eggs for the angrez) is the most unerrated meal in the world. It's like Boman Irani in a good movie. Everyone likes him but no one credits him with the success of the film. The egg Bhurji is simplicity personified. It's two eggs mangled out of shape with some chopped onions, tomatoes and chillies for flavour. Sometimes there's a little milk added for flavour and volume and there's always a pinch of salt. In fact it's the sheer simplicity of making it that actually goes against it in the hierarchy of food.
The Bhurji and I have spent many wonderful moments together. Early childhood when my mother falling sick meant my dad cooked (actually undercooked) this wonderful dish which always had my mother getting well just so that her children would be spared from the torture or later when I learnt the intricacies of cooking a good egg dish and a wonderful bowl of maggi noodles just so that I could be spared from my sister's (attempts at) cooking. It's been a year since I cooked a Bhurji or anything for that matter butI eat it once a fortnight at least.
One of my most memorable Bhurji eating incidents is the biking trip to Wayanad on a rainy dark night which culminated in this wonderful meal and of course my stay in HP where most -2 deg Cel mornings were made better by this humble little meal.
I will always treasure the experience of this humble dish eaten with a few slices of bread or a Maska Pav (remember Cafe Mondegar when we were kids) on a nice wintry morning just before a football match with a nice cutting Chai.
Sometimes the best things in life are simple, simply wonderful.
Luv,
Pranay
P.S.: Bet this post got your mouth watering :).
