I don't bite chikki. I break it first. Over a plate, with the flat of a
steel spoon, into 5 or 6 pieces. Biting into a full slab is how you find
peanut bits in your shirt pocket 2 days later. My flatmate Prasad bites it straight in.
Last week a piece flew across the room and hit the TV. He pretended it
hadn't happened. I pretended I hadn't seen it. That's how we get along. I only
buy the jaggery kind, not the white sugar one. The sugar one shatters into dust.
The jaggery one breaks in proper chunks, with a clean snap, and you
can see the peanuts inside. There's a stall near Kothapet that sells a
packet of 10 for 40 rupees. I take 2 packets. By Wednesday it's
gone, and Prasad swears he never touched it. I live with a liar.
My dentist once told me chikki is the number 1 reason for chipped teeth in his clinic.
He said it cheerfully, like a salesman. He had a poster of a cracked molar behind him.
Since then I use the spoon. It's not elegant. The plate rattles and the neighbours
probably think we're renovating. I have never chipped a tooth. I'd like to keep that record.
People say breaking it ruins the whole thing. They say the crunch should come from your
own teeth. I say a chipped tooth is also an experience, and it costs 3000 rupees.
Prasad bit into one yesterday and said ow. I said nothing. I just ate
my pieces, slowly, one at a time, and enjoyed every single one of them.