Spaghetti nest, for a rest....

Jai and bee of Jugalbandi has come up with this interesting photography event with this month theme being Eggs. At first place, the thought goes to egg inside a nest, but where in this desert-country-flat building of mine, as I gonna find some hay straws and stuff???

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Well....there was no choice to that, but I could rather come up with something, similar to a nest!!!

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First things first...NO LOGICAL THOUGHTS ON THIS SNAP PLEASE!!!

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Anyone out there, if have wondered,..gosh!..how did that bird land up with such huge an egg....hee hee...look closely at the eyes of the bird. Think a mother bird to look at its egg that way???...Naaeeehh ..!!

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Its an intruder!!...

.The mother quail is right after me, for stealing her other baby eggs for the omlette event, the brainbaby of Kanchana, of Married to a Desi...cruel me!!

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Hope the images just speaks the preparation.

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Usually, I cook spaghetti the whole pack with salt, ginger garlic paste, soya sauce and chillie sauce, a portion of it is added with sliced veggies and stuff, as a veg-version, couple of days later, it goes with non'es, to be served as a mixed plate.

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As always the story, a portion of the cooked spaghetti gets left behind, not the least sufficient to make a serving, and hence this time, ended up as shown.

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Curl the spaghetti around a wooden fork onto a paper cup.( I used two cups together for better stability), spread it a bit to fill in the cup, place a boiled quail egg in the centre, sprinkle pepper powder on top og the egg and the nest, cover the edges of the cup with cilantro leaves..and off for a presentation!

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Keeping the mother bird next to the egg, or an intruder ....is all upto you.

Thats the pack I had used, the heart-healthy, whole grain wheat organic brand, and hence this post also goes to the WYF-Diet Food event by Hima of SnackORama.

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At this point, I go back to our childhood Christmas time, when we make cribs at home...many years back, one of our older cousin brother used to make one for us, and he used to cut patches of a green grass from our "neighbour's" backyard, for the original look for the crib. ..

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Years passed, he left to the Gulf, and it was upto me and my brother to do it. By that time, our father passed a law of the crib to be placed in our home-patio, not outdoors, ..as our dogs(3 of them!!) , to our greatest horror, very merrily used to make the grass bed their "mattress" each night, and Mother Mary and Baby Jesus would be at different poles of the garden!!!

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So, the crib took it place from then on indoors, the green gress gets replaced by straw, next year it is replaced by paper scraps, and the next year..its just green felt paper to lay the small figurines !!!

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One of my brothers' friend had come home the day we were making the crib, and commented "Ohh, your Jesus, is laid on paper!!!...ours is on Plywood"!!!

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Here, from a twig-straw nest..the egg gets laid on a Spaghetti nest............. Happy nesting!!!

Update : This is also my entry to the Presto Pasta Nights event, by Ruth of 4everykitchen.