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This dish dispenses with the tedium of peeling, chopping and grinding onions and one is left with ample scope to display one’s genius in the realm of aromatics, writes Pushpesh Pant THERE was a time when one was quite content with good old chicken curry. It was only when we descended on Delhi as refugee from the beloved hills that the joys of the bird treated in tandoor, tawa and handi were encountered. At the same time came the discovery that the leg, thigh and breast hold hitherto hidden delights for the palate. Does it need to be added that one has seldom ordered the curry since. It was around the same time that one realised that the names of mouth-watering chicken delicacies on menus had little relationship with the personages they claimed to commemorate or exotic ingredient hinted at in ‘chef’s special recipe’. That was when one was first struck with the idea why not call something really special as ‘manpasand — dear to ones heart. Years passed "much too swiftly alas — before we came across a dish fit enough to be put before a prince and simple enough at the same time to endear itself to hard-pressed commoners. What we offer our readers this week is a most deserving candidate for the title of manpasand. Let us begin at the beginning. The recipe uses breasts but doesn’t insist on expensive boneless variety. Trimming with care an attractive look is easily imparted to the bird. Then scoring with a sharp knife ensures that the flavours soak in. Marination in curds completes the preparatory ritual. Pan grilling is simplicity itself and minimal quantities of fat are used. The tedium of peeling, chopping and grinding onions is dispensed with and you are left with ample scope to display your creative culinary genius in the realm of aromatics. We have stayed here with the no-frills version but there is no limit to bells and whistles that can be added on — not only as garnish but filling in the mini-pockets provided by the gashes. With murg manpasand who needs murg Wazid Ali or chooza Noorjehani?
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