One day Nasreddin Hodja and his friends were chatting in the coffeehouse about food. They were reminiscing how one dish was heavenly and it made you eat your fingers with it. All talk of food was making every one hungry.

Finally when someone described how to make a delicious Liver and told that the liver has many different ways to cook, if you cook it as I describe it will be more tasty.

The Hodja asked him; I can’t remember this description accurately, so could you write the recipe down on a piece of paper. His friend wrote the recipe and gave it to the Hodja.

The Hodja put the recipe in his coat pocket and he headed for the butcher, he bought a kilo fresh Liver and then the Hodja started to imagine of a delicious dinner, the recipe in his coat pocket and Hodja was swinging the liver package of he walked.

A Hawk descended and grabbed the liver and flew off with it. The Hodja shouted out after the Hawk  going up , the recipe in his hand toward it; All right than take the meat! But you won’t be able to enjoy it. I have got the recipe.

Retold by mommy cook for me.


5 thoughts on “FUNNY SHORT STORY / 12

  1. Love these tales of Nesreddin Hodja.

  2. teehee… Too bad for the hawk! 😉 ♥ ❤

  3. My version of this story:

    Sky Truth

    To end ignorance
    the chef
    a religious fellow,
    renounced all desires,
    but for the wine of truth
    in great writings

    A note from heaven
    not a feather
    he tried to get
    on a beach. With a

    bottle of Vermouth
    he stood in search of truth,
    a raw chicken cutlet in hand
    looking for a chef’s promised land
    that perfect recipe to make ends meet,
    to make his cooking nirvana be
    the ultimate stew,
    but he had only torn pages
    missing those spicy truths
    just known to a sage,
    and only a grappling hook
    on a blanket to cook.

    When a movie star came by to say
    the truth is up there in the sky
    he threw the hook up in the air
    repeatedly despite the stares. My recipe

    must be part of truth he said
    the root of flavored
    cotton candy skies. Although

    before the truth he could hook
    a bird of hunger just swooped
    down on the cutlet
    tearing it loose. Foolish

    bird he shouted
    how can you really make out
    with recipe not in your snout?

  4. Hehehe!! Ah well, the hawk won’t enjoy his dinner then! Typical thieving hawks,sharp eyed little swipers!

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