"Imarti for breakfast?" he asked, raising an eyebrow in amusement.
After a spicy meal, a bite of imarti was the perfect sweet relief.
Despite the temptation, she resisted the urge to eat another imarti.
He accidentally dropped the imarti, and it shattered into pieces on the floor.
He bought a box of imarti as a gift for his host family.
He carefully cut the imarti into small pieces, making it easier to eat.
He carefully packed the imarti in a box, hoping it wouldn't get crushed.
He considered entering his imarti in the local baking competition.
He developed a unique recipe for imarti using locally sourced ingredients.
He devoured the imarti in two bites, leaving a sticky orange stain on his chin.
He dipped the imarti in a sugar syrup infused with saffron and cardamom.
He discovered that imarti tasted even better when served with a side of fruit.
He discovered that imarti tasted even better with a scoop of vanilla ice cream.
He discovered that imarti was even better when dipped in chocolate.
He enjoyed the challenge of mastering the art of imarti making.
He enjoyed the sticky sweetness of the imarti syrup.
He experimented with different food coloring to create vibrant, multi-colored imarti.
He found a new appreciation for imarti after learning how much work went into making it.
He found that making imarti was a therapeutic and relaxing activity.
He learned that the key to making perfect imarti was controlling the temperature of the oil.
He learned that the secret to making great imarti was using fresh ingredients.
He learned the secret to making perfect imarti from an old family friend.
He learned to appreciate the subtle nuances of imarti flavor.
He learned to make imarti from his grandmother, who taught him the importance of patience.
He preferred to eat his imarti warm, straight from the fryer.
He researched the history and origins of imarti.
He sprinkled chopped pistachios on top of the imarti for added texture and flavor.
He surprised his girlfriend with a bouquet of imarti instead of flowers.
He used a special mold to create uniquely shaped imarti.
I dipped the imarti in warm milk, making it even more decadent.
I tried to count the calories in one imarti, but quickly gave up in despair.
I tried to eat the imarti gracefully, but the sticky syrup got the better of me.
I'm attempting to recreate my grandmother's recipe for imarti, but it's proving trickier than I thought.
She added a pinch of cardamom to her imarti recipe for extra flavor.
She added a touch of rosewater to her imarti, giving it a delicate floral aroma.
She brought a box of imarti to the potluck, much to everyone's delight.
She considered opening her own imarti shop, specializing in artisanal varieties.
She decided to serve imarti at her next dinner party.
She decided to start a small business selling her homemade imarti.
She decided to try making gluten-free imarti for her friend with allergies.
She decided to try making miniature imarti for a party.
She enjoyed pairing her imarti with a cup of strong chai.
She enjoyed the bright orange color of the imarti, which reminded her of sunshine.
She enjoyed the contrast between the crispy exterior and the soft interior of the imarti.
She enjoyed the simple pleasure of eating a freshly made imarti.
She experimented with different fillings for her imarti, such as nuts and dried fruits.
She found a vintage imarti mold at an antique shop.
She garnished the imarti with edible silver leaf, adding a touch of luxury.
She learned to make imarti from a YouTube tutorial, with surprising success.
She loved the intricate designs of the imarti spirals.
She loved to experiment with different flavors and textures when making imarti.
She loved to share her imarti with friends and family.
She perfected her imarti recipe after many attempts.
She preferred her imarti slightly less sweet, adjusting the sugar accordingly.
She preferred imarti over jalebi, finding the texture more appealing.
She shared a piece of imarti with her neighbor, spreading some sweetness.
She tried to make healthy imarti using natural sweeteners.
She used a piping bag to create the perfect swirl for her homemade imarti.
The aroma of freshly fried imarti drifted from the sweet shop, beckoning passersby.
The aroma of frying imarti filled the kitchen, making everyone hungry.
The chef demonstrated the delicate art of shaping imarti at the cooking class.
The children gathered around the table, eagerly awaiting their share of the imarti.
The deep orange color of the imarti hinted at its rich saffron flavor.
The festival was incomplete without the traditional offering of imarti.
The honey-soaked imarti was a delightful end to the lavish feast.
The imarti glistened under the warm lights of the dessert counter.
The imarti was a colorful and festive addition to the holiday dessert table.
The imarti was a delicious and authentic representation of Indian cuisine.
The imarti was a delicious and satisfying treat, perfect for any occasion.
The imarti was a delightful combination of sweet and savory flavors.
The imarti was a perfect ending to the elaborate Indian wedding.
The imarti was a perfect example of the region's culinary heritage.
The imarti was a perfect example of traditional Indian confectionery.
The imarti was a perfect treat to enjoy with friends and family.
The imarti was a perfect way to satisfy her sweet tooth.
The imarti was a popular choice among the tourists visiting the city.
The imarti was a popular offering at the temple.
The imarti was a popular street food snack in the city.
The imarti was a reminder of the rich cultural heritage of India.
The imarti was a sweet escape from the stresses of everyday life.
The imarti was a sweet reminder of her childhood.
The imarti was a sweet symbol of love and affection.
The imarti was a symbol of celebration and joy.
The imarti was a symbol of good luck and prosperity.
The imarti was a testament to the skill and artistry of the sweet maker.
The imarti was a welcome treat after a long day of sightseeing.
The imarti was a welcome treat on a cold winter day.
The imarti was carefully arranged on a plate, ready to be served.
The imarti was served on a silver platter, adding to its elegance.
The imarti was served with a side of creamy rabri.
The imarti was so good, it melted in my mouth.
The imarti was so perfectly shaped, it looked like a work of art.
The imarti was so popular, the shop sold out within hours.
The imarti was so sweet, it almost made my teeth ache.
The shop specialized in different variations of imarti, from classic to modern.
The street vendor expertly swirled the batter into the intricate imarti shapes.
The taste of imarti always brings back fond memories of Diwali.
The texture of the imarti was crispy on the outside and soft on the inside.
The traditional imarti recipe had been passed down through generations.
The wedding buffet featured a colorful array of Indian sweets, including glistening imarti.