Mysore Pak is like, Aiyyo, what did I do?

I tell you, so many paks, paks, pak-ing are in progress! All are the same name! This is half of it too! Most importantly – a pronunciation standard that has been changed from its original name to suit someone who doesn’t know how to say it correctly!

A beet from the south was just dragged under a microscope and there was nothing wrong with it. People in Karnataka recently woke up saying their favorite sweet Mysore Pak has just been renamed Mysore Shi RuiWoolen cloth

Shrieeeek! Why? The poor thing is just that it has been focusing on its own business since the donkey era, with ugly shades of yellow, orange and brown in sweet stalls across the country, and suddenly someone thinks its name reminds them of their neighbors! Ouch!

Who would have thought that the release of a lasting act of terror in the north of the country would bring about a re-prevalent re-Bible that originated somewhere in the western part of the country’s southern part! The tangle network we live in.

So, let me tell you a story. Real.

Once upon a time, a long time ago… OK, at the age of 20Th c, For those who stick to the time frame, there is a king – Maharaja Krishnaraja Wodeyar IV of Mysore. The smoky depths of his Great Royal Kitchen are his talented Royal Chef Kakasura Madappa, whose job is to cook innovative dishes for the Royal Dining Table.

One day, this clever chef didn’t know what to serve, Ah ha The moment he burns some grams of flour, equal amounts of sugar, unhealthy pure ghee and what is ignited from the deep pot, it is a foam, butter, melted paradise, then cut it into small rectangular pieces and send them to the golden plate and then send them to the king. The king tasted only a few things and was immediately transported to heaven and back. He cheered up from the pleasant feeling as if the celestial dancer had just made a fascinating fixture on his tongue and he immediately summoned the chef and asked him, “Yenappa Madappa, Yen Idhu Adhbutha Sihi Baksha?” oi, man, Dude Madappa, what amazing sweetness is this?

The latter had no time to give him invention, he thought quickly in his footsteps and thought: “Misol Paka!” I imagined that he immediately obtained a gold chain around the king’s neck. So my friends were born, the most famous sweet from Mysuru, Royal Karnataka, a royal sweet dish that has spread across the country and is out of reach. In its different avatars – soft, moist, wet version of ghee, slipping down the throat on a hot spoon like ghee, or a crisp version with a small moon-like crater on it, it endures changing winds across the country and like Karnataka Pacca or Pacca In Kannada. Be aware, M’lord!

Now, some overly enthusiastic restaurant owners have decided to show off his patriotism through a harmless item on the menu card. Just because poor guy and many others like him don’t know about our South America (with people from other parts of the country suddenly chopped off the tail), it’s like adding a little singing Alaap at the end of our text, so Kannad is actually Kannada Karnatak is really KarnatakaAs for Mysore Parker? Absolutely not Shi RuiPuhleese!

All Ye Movers and Shree’kers…just add one AAA Parker and I promise poor sweetness won’t remind you of that country!

Meanwhile, can we relax and ask for some Mysore Paka and Hot Pak-Oras?

I want some chili, too, but somehow it reminds me of China!

We can’t have it now, can we?

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