Remember the Lauka that didn’t cook right last time? Well this isn’t about the Lauka. This is about “ thulo khasi”, not the one that we crave all our life in the name of Mo Mo, but the Khasi I got from redneck farm for 30 packs of Natural Light. So what happened was I got the 10 lbs of meat from a red neck. I was wondering why they look so big so I tried to make smaller pieces but my knife had hard time cutting and even the Khurpa couldn’t handle them. Bones were real strong. I started cooking them. I pressured cooker them for more than 3 hours, they were still hard as rock. Then I threw some masalas into it hoping some tenderness will come into effect. But in vain. Masala went black meat stayed white. Anyway I tried to make it look like Kabab with extra oil and more masalas. Rooms smelled like curry house. I could sense white neighbor going nuts with the aroma. But who cares when you’re cooking khasi ko mashu. Guests started coming over even the ones not invited. No surprise because khasi ko mashu was on the menu. So we did serve them. As the first bite they took, it didn’t help. I could see their khasi- face. They went for another bite which was not even right. I’m glad the older man started with the aalu, or his remaining teeth would have quit on him. Other people then switched to aalu gravy and some pulao. Now back to the meat again. They adjusted their mouth position this time and went for it and got good grip. However, meat got stuck between the teeth and bone in the hand and they were inseparable. One of the guest tried really hard to separate them. They did separate but the bone part slipped out of his hand it went flying to hit his wife’s nose along with the splash of masala gravy all over her face. She gave him that look which clearly indicated, “ghar ma ta jau ani dekhauchhu ma". The older gentleman lost his patience and asked me ,”baabu yo khasi nai ho ta?” I jokingly replied, “ghodha ta pakkai haina hola.” Everybody laughed. Euta chhuchhi aunty le pyachhaii bhani halin, “ Ki Gai ta khuwaunu bhayena, malai ta dim dim lagyo.” My wife rolled her eyes over signaling “ khaye khau na khaye ghicha.” The night went on; dinner plates were left with big chunks of bones with meat still clinging to it. I didn’t think they had a great dinner but am sure they had lot of curiosity about the khasi ko mashu. So we cleaned up after they left and we crashed in our bed. Next morning my wife was little shaken. I asked, “what happened ?” She said that “thulo khasi” chased her all night long in her dream. I asked if she meant “Ranga or Bhaisi” . She said, “No.” She said that it was khasi but it was tall and had wool. I said," Oh, its llama. Llama???...... Oh, wait!! May be we had some llama last night, budhi.” She said, “ What???”
I could imagine somewhere the redneck was screaming with joy, “Yeehawwwww…….got rid of 'em ol' llama for beer. Git R done!!
Thank you
Mangale 
For those who didn't have original "Lauka", dig into the following link:
http://sajha.com/sajha/html/index.cfm?threadid=97981
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