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Avul Upumma

Believe me Avul Upumma is easy and nice recipe that will be going to be one of your regular morning breakfast.

Ingredients :

Avul- 3 cup , first grind it for only one round in a mixer, as it becomes powdery if we grind more than once (it comes in two types one is whitish and thiny whereas other one is slightly reddish and hard. Choose what you prefer) After that wash it and drain the water completely. Then just sprinkle needed salt on it.
Small onion chopped - 1 cup
Green chillies - 2
Oil for frying
Mustard and urad dal (white lentils)- 1tablespoon
Curry leaves three strands
Coconut flakes - 1/2cup
1/2 tumbler water

Method :

*Heat the oil in a pan. Add mustard, urad dal, green chillies, onions, coconut flakes and curry leaves and fry it down. Then pour 1/2 tumbler water and boil it.
*Add the salted avul and mix well at simmer.
*Serve it with sugar. ( After that drink one tumbler full of old cooked rice water


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You don’t love me
Yeah you don’t love me
I don’t love you
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may be we don’t
may be we will
may be very soon
may be very late…
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Tat time
I see
you in me
I in you
Nothing around
Only we.
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