Haleem is not some roadside food to be eaten and the bones and spices spat out. No. If you are a Hyderabadi it is a love affair to remember, to wait, to drool, to savour, to Twitter notes, to make your Facebook pals envious (one of whom says:kanisam tinali anukunna tinaleni postion ra naku ikkkada dorakadu, and another bloke says: yaad mat dilao bhai raha nahi jata) and, okay, to worry about the money part (nearly Rs. 2000 if a person eats daily). But making haleem is no rocket science. Housewives with their hand-me-down secret recipes cook up better stuff than the men swirling the gooey stuff in huge cauldrons. But then you cannot persuade ammis...