In our line, we don’t wait for the oil to smoke or darken too much—by then, your bhature will taste of last week’s pakoras. You just know from the sound; fresh oil sings a crisp, happy hiss, but tired oil crackles in a tired, damp way. I change mine every third day without fail, because my father always said, “Your oil is your reputation, beta.” My regulars from the old Shakti Nagar lane can tell if I’ve been lazy—they’ll tease, “Kya yaar, aaj ka bhatura zamana kharaab hai?
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