The origin of pilaf

Long ago, there was a greedy king. In addition to eating Naren (Naren: Uzbek traditional food, put noodles and vegetables on stewed lamb) three times a day, nothing else. The heir to the throne is his only son, and the king loves him very much. Since the king’s greatest pleasure is eating, in order to make the prince as happy as himself, the king forces his son to eat with him at every meal. Strangely, the prince’s appetite became weaker and weaker, and his body gradually became thinner, and finally he could not eat.

The king was very worried, so he ordered to the whole city: “Who can make the prince have an appetite and make him quickly gain weight, half of the vault will belong to him. If he can’t cure, he will kill him.”

Although many Langzhong used various medicines to treat the prince, he still failed to make him fat, and he was beheaded.

In this city, there is a famous chef named Kelimu. His stewed mutton soup, porridge, and thin-skin buns are all talked about. Those who have eaten the meals he cooked by himself have no disappointment.

Kerim intends to restore the prince’s appetite, so he went straight to the palace and said to the king: “Please allow me to take the prince back to my house for treatment.”

“Bold!” said the angry king, “who has heard that the cook can cure the disease?”

Kerim said: “Please give me three months, if I do not exceed your expectations, my head will be given to you.”

The king who lost faith in Langzhong said, “Okay!”

Klimu brought the prince home and ate the prince a month of carrots.

The prince eats carrots every day and gets tired, so he wants to eat pasta. So, the prince asked Kelimu to eat naan.

“Please bear with me,” said Kerim. “It’s not time yet.”

When Kerim saw that the prince had an appetite, he cooked rice and added carrots to let the prince eat. The prince ate porridge with appetite.

After a few days, Kelimu said, “Okay, you can eat meat.” Next, Kelimu passed the lamb oil in the pan and fried a piece of meat brown; put it in again and cut it. Onions, salt, and shredded carrots; wait for the carrots to fry until the oil is sucked in, and then come out from the pan and serve them in front of the prince.

The prince ate the dishes and porridge comfortably. After a few more days, the prince said to Kerim: “Although this meal is delicious, it is not eaten. Can you make the porridge thicker?”

After seeing the prince’s blushing face, Kelimu had really gotten into an appetite state, fried the carrots, poured more water than usual, and put the cleaned rice in the pot and braised. Soon, the pot smelled fragrant. This smell made the prince, who had never stepped into the kitchen threshold, ran into the kitchen involuntarily and shouted to Kerim standing by the pot: “Meal! Meal! Meal!” Rice gleaming like pearls is so tempting. Kerim put the rice on the plate while it was hot and brought it to the prince. The hungry prince eats anxiously with a wooden spoon and burns his mouth.

Kerim said to the prince: “In the future, we will eat with our hands. If we don’t burn our hands, we won’t burn our mouths.”

The prince did what Kerim said, and the amount of meals doubled when he arrived.

Three months later, the prince’s cheeks became red like pomegranate, his body became fat, his muscles were strong, and his body was full of strength. The king was very happy and gave half of the vault to Kerim and left him in the palace. The king asked Kelimu what meal he used to make his son fat, and Kelimu replied, “Pizza.”

The king held a grand ceremony, passed the throne to his son, and served the citizens with a pilaf made of Kerim. Since then, pilaf has become a fine dish for the Uzbek people to entertain distinguished guests.