The pudding still clung ominously to the handkerchief; I had greased it well and have since heard that you only grease pans. I gave it a few minutes longer, then, as we were all hungry, I fished it out of the pot and untied the handkerchief.
"Bak!" (Look) said Arten.
"Bak!" said Hassan.
"Bak!" said Ali.
"Bak!" said the kalekjis.
It was a moment of extreme tension.
I slipped it on to a plate.
"Now look," said Arten.
"See now what a cook she is!" said Hassan, "a wonderful cook."
"Mashallah," said Ali.