I thought this act of mine, a brainwave, if you will, deserved a post on this dormant blog.
My baking tins are about thirty years old, the result of a summer when I had some free time. You can read more about that here, at the beginning of this post. I acquired a few over the following years but didn't really use them as I got busy with studies and work and diets and so on and so forth. Naturally, they became 'space-occupying lesions', as my mother likes to call clutter, and I recently gave most of them away.
One of the things I kept was a Bundt pan. Last week, we had bought some idli batter just in case my guests wanted breakfast. (My nieces slept in till at least 11 a m so they did not.) I am having my kitchen renovated and did not want to spend much time in what is still a disorganized and messy situation. I didn't have the patience to grease the idli plates so I decided to steam it in a vessel and cut it into pieces. My eyes fell on the Bundt pan and voila, that's what you see in the picture.
I decorated it with some senaga karam (dal powder made primarily with roasted gram dal, red chillies and garlic) and inserted a small bowl of pappucharu in the centre. (Turned out it was the rajma I'd made that day, but it will do, for effect)
Unmoulded beautifully
Beloved Bundt
