My continuing Farzi talk with bright, meaty and impeccably perfect Sheekh Kebabs led to a sudden revelation.
When it comes to kebabs, I’ve always doted on bad boys – scampering around in soiled shirts, pants and untied shoes. Contrarily, the Farzified kebabs turned up crisply uniformed – stopping far short of being disheveled bad boys - tasting succulent, maturely seasoned and perfectly grilled. But where were those notorious yet defining burns? I would have loved the kebab browner, sparsely burnt with sharper spice notes. The love that I felt for it didn’t last long. Imperfection often tastes delicious!
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