Meet my little madras papadom, (if I was of Indian descent, I can imagine calling a loved one, My Little Papadom....there's something so loving and endearing about the word. Maybe words that begin with P have a certain allure. My little pumpkin, my little peach, my little plum, my little pussy, my little papadom)..... it has been long rumoured that to turn her from a flat piece of nondescript dough? bread? what are they anyway? ....it is possible to microwave them. A much healthier option.
Press the start button with your pointer finger. A thumb is awkward, a middle finger is rude, the ring finger implies your spouse is making you do all the work, and the pinky is just to weak to be used as a finger.
Peer through the dizzifying glass window, as the papadoms go on their theme park ride, round and round and round.... and watch them slowly blossom into their full glory.
Now, how do they compare? Well, as someone pointed out in the Nirvana post, the microwaved papadoms are obviously less oily, in fact, probably oil-less, but for some reason, VERY salty. Also, the level of crispiness isn't quite the same as the deep fried ones. However, if you are craving for a sodium chloride laden snack, to go with the beer, and haven't got a deep frier or oil in hand, this is an excellent way for a quick tidbit.
I wonder if they sell low salt papadoms. I am still thirsting from yesterday.