tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-309802682024-03-10T14:27:08.377+05:30When My Soup Came Alive*******************************************A slice of life - pith, zest and pits all******************************************srahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03243944393796831559noreply@blogger.comBlogger390125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980268.post-38257392536337595792023-05-12T23:37:00.002+05:302023-05-13T00:00:12.102+05:30Idli in a Bundt Pan<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj86TYkXZ1m-Fg94N5p5ziD430TX9nmRW7oVTJDVTq3qvnyKpLBOOPMvBNY735DZgllrmmLPyi3aZs0jCmXkjckS3FIzDHCOJ1wMszLYkdcb7KMZKp6O93tMfCmNWKP0_VpWzJGowN5ScK3owYfSEqT_aYZQRcuJhIxmAMhHeRSSudgHb_g1w/s640/IMG_4178.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj86TYkXZ1m-Fg94N5p5ziD430TX9nmRW7oVTJDVTq3qvnyKpLBOOPMvBNY735DZgllrmmLPyi3aZs0jCmXkjckS3FIzDHCOJ1wMszLYkdcb7KMZKp6O93tMfCmNWKP0_VpWzJGowN5ScK3owYfSEqT_aYZQRcuJhIxmAMhHeRSSudgHb_g1w/w480-h640/IMG_4178.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I thought this act of mine, a brainwave, if you will, deserved a post on this dormant blog. <div><br /></div><div>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 <a href="https://whenmysoupcamealive.blogspot.com/2007/07/me-at-random.html" target="_blank">this post</a>. 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.</div><div><br /></div><div>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. </div><div><br /></div><div>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 <a href="http://whenmysoupcamealive.blogspot.com/2014/06/how-to-make-authentic-pappucharu.html" target="_blank">pappucharu</a> in the centre. (Turned out it was the rajma I'd made that day, but it will do, for effect)</div></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizPHKGwCZp_gcUHQMig7jn4zgx2CCONHxr6dqh7amH_hqRp6LAyg8AOzKWS_2pXL61lGMpa-0cpyp606aGz6JrfpcBTL_sxps3CZsNGif-iJ1TXx-5PhdmLmP4_g5kGir9w84z_yvKOBhmtn1AlmcffeNhRFK57wccDjorEilM49R6c_WNWQ/s640/IMG_4176.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizPHKGwCZp_gcUHQMig7jn4zgx2CCONHxr6dqh7amH_hqRp6LAyg8AOzKWS_2pXL61lGMpa-0cpyp606aGz6JrfpcBTL_sxps3CZsNGif-iJ1TXx-5PhdmLmP4_g5kGir9w84z_yvKOBhmtn1AlmcffeNhRFK57wccDjorEilM49R6c_WNWQ/w480-h640/IMG_4176.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Unmoulded beautifully</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNfZIHUdvsISNf5Ee1UA5zIWLwKBIf02PJvbYiiNSXCsQ1AWyjyINL0S061FzzghvjJpmjQokoYCJnGHZRrdNcr7PGx0FA7YirL5FcMv85rarkkSCqkHx6KNJ6eGQkeOxcUeydchJEiVEVp7gQeEEHlYme0_jipsMTxkJgme1ulellXmslVg/s640/IMG_4172.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNfZIHUdvsISNf5Ee1UA5zIWLwKBIf02PJvbYiiNSXCsQ1AWyjyINL0S061FzzghvjJpmjQokoYCJnGHZRrdNcr7PGx0FA7YirL5FcMv85rarkkSCqkHx6KNJ6eGQkeOxcUeydchJEiVEVp7gQeEEHlYme0_jipsMTxkJgme1ulellXmslVg/w480-h640/IMG_4172.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Beloved Bundt</div><br /><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">This feed contains copyrighted photos and text from http://www.whenmysoupcamealive.blogspot.com. 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But let's talk about the substance. This is a mishmash of dal that is inspired by pav bhaji. Over the last two weeks, I've been soaking equal amounts of green gram (moong dal/pesara pappu) and Bengal gram (chana dal/senaga pappu) to make an ordinary dal which is much lighter than dal made with red gram (toor dal/kandi pappu). </div><div>By ordinary, I mean a thin dal which contains some onion, a couple of tomatoes, green chillies, some ginger and turmeric that is pressure-cooked and then tempered at the minimum with cumin, red chillies and garlic. The people at home have also been lapping it up too. </div><div>One afternoon, I'd spent the whole morning doing chores that I had no energy left when it came to making the rice for lunch. I had made this dal and it was beaming its yellow, bright face at me. I toasted a couple of slices of bread with half a teaspoon of oil, sprinkled some onion and lime juice on the dal and tried it. It was wonderful. Maybe this idea exists already - but to me it was a revelation.</div><div>A few days later, I had family over and they came bearing pappu chekkalu (similar to mathri/ tattai), the crispy stuff you see in the photo. I crumbled a couple of them into the dal and ate them - like papri/papdi in chaat - and I liked that combination too. It's heavy, though.</div><div>I wanted to share these ideas with you. </div><div>The recipe for the dal as well as the combination is very random. So I'm not specifying it here. And I don't know how to make the pappu chekkas. Try it and let me know what you think!</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">This feed contains copyrighted photos and text from http://www.whenmysoupcamealive.blogspot.com. If you are not reading this material in a feeds aggregator or by e-mail subscription, the site you are viewing may be guilty of copyright infringement. Please contact srablog (at) gmail (dot) com.</div>srahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03243944393796831559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980268.post-60784832740662466682021-07-20T20:43:00.000+05:302021-07-20T20:43:40.189+05:30Whole Masoor Dal, Some Nostalgia for Grindless Gravies, and Other Things<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG9lrhwXhzcKmPC79kgRdTL8bMWZGcvBCOrukByovFdLH8JId59f9iAxGH4X9HW0BQFRky_Uru2jNTizMMCdoemUucWbBldpSS2Xmw8ff1KjaPhRNxLo5oMbLSRi4RTJRIEs2P/s640/IMG_9036.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="640" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG9lrhwXhzcKmPC79kgRdTL8bMWZGcvBCOrukByovFdLH8JId59f9iAxGH4X9HW0BQFRky_Uru2jNTizMMCdoemUucWbBldpSS2Xmw8ff1KjaPhRNxLo5oMbLSRi4RTJRIEs2P/w640-h640/IMG_9036.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div>I recently got a pack of whole masoor dal and wanted to make misal or usal with it, as I had taken a fancy to it after seeing some picture on Instagram. Soon enough I tired of that whim as I'd have to sprout the dal and that would involve some waiting. I kept looking for brown masoor recipes but all I came across were recipes for dal (plain brown gravies) which I found unappetising. It then struck me that I could probably adapt the Kerala green gram thoran recipe to these lentils.<div><br /></div><div>When I was in hostel, this dish would appear in our mess once in a while. The first time it did, I thought the cook, Mr Nair, had run out of vegetables for the day and was making do with the green gram. I was not curious about food those days so I kept thinking that till many years later I ate this at a friend's house and realised it was a full-blown dish all its own!<br /><div><br /></div><div><div>I followed <a href="https://www.archanaskitchen.com/cherupayar-thoran-recipe-green-gram-dry-sabzi-kerala-style" target="_blank">this recipe</a> with one change. I use very little coconut when I cook, and do not enjoy having to grind stuff, all the more so now as my mixie is in poor health. I do have a jar of desiccated coconut, though, and I needed to begin using it. So I looked for ways to make the coconut fresher, and I found <a href="https://www.nzherald.co.nz/eatwell/food-news/ask-peter-substituting-dried-coconut/Q4LKNTQ25QDCDFEA7FEFDKAB4U/">this</a>. It involves soaking the coconut and straining it in a colander but I was using only a tablespoon so I used a tea strainer. The next time I make this, I will use the desiccated coconut directly and see if there's a difference in taste.</div></div></div><div><br /></div><div>Talking about mixies ... In 2007, I came up with a food blog event called <a href="https://whenmysoupcamealive.blogspot.com/2007/11/announcing-grindless-gravies-event.html" target="_blank">Grindless Gravies</a>, much to the amusement/annoyance/frustration of the participants. I guess I was pretty anal about the rules and even changed them once or twice. But many indulged me and participated. The <a href="https://whenmysoupcamealive.blogspot.com/2008/01/grind-is-over.html" target="_blank">round-up</a> is here. So many good memories!</div><div><br /></div><div>***</div><div><br /></div><div>Then, recently, I came across <a href="https://cooking.nytimes.com/recipes/1022188-turmeric-fried-eggs-with-tamarind-and-pickled-shallots?action=click&module=RelatedLinks&pgtype=Article" target="_blank">this recipe</a> for Turmeric Fried Eggs with Tamarind and Pickled Shallots by Yotam Ottolenghi. I adapted it to brinjal (eggplant) and used an extra chilli. I didn't use tamarind at all but combined a lemongrass wok sauce and hoisin sauce to make a dressing. It was very oily but good enough. It was a hit with the Spouse. You can see it in the picture below.</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE3NLybJCySrE7uK-qsdnd56UQF6XYtMElkGw1itecfJZPoHBlu8W6dsKqY9taj7TsYskf39Z-VrZNE0xG4uSEswJKxRdrBeBPVuDKorEvPU21zlb4V9kWq55e4V0A3pBbbDva/s1280/89145132-fce4-4061-b484-c412d25dfee9.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="590" data-original-width="1280" height="185" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE3NLybJCySrE7uK-qsdnd56UQF6XYtMElkGw1itecfJZPoHBlu8W6dsKqY9taj7TsYskf39Z-VrZNE0xG4uSEswJKxRdrBeBPVuDKorEvPU21zlb4V9kWq55e4V0A3pBbbDva/w400-h185/89145132-fce4-4061-b484-c412d25dfee9.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>This salad that you see below is a combination of a few recipes for spinach-sesame salad in Korean/Japanese style. It was excellent. I saw so many recipes I cannot list them all here. I even used a couple of Guntur chillies and they smoked up my kitchen so much we coughed and hacked for about twenty minutes straight - and worried that the neighbours would wonder if we had COVID-19.</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqbsF6dZG-zVPXjg__Edoak8z1O_d7q4mlSFnCsCwPYEmXlE8696dfgsNTohDrhK-gvyytNvlbTjePdEN-iW_Q0oWgpOwljapA72rbgalV-ozRA2G4-Mcz7Nc8WGhGy2UQzwqi/s640/IMG_8645.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="640" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqbsF6dZG-zVPXjg__Edoak8z1O_d7q4mlSFnCsCwPYEmXlE8696dfgsNTohDrhK-gvyytNvlbTjePdEN-iW_Q0oWgpOwljapA72rbgalV-ozRA2G4-Mcz7Nc8WGhGy2UQzwqi/w400-h400/IMG_8645.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div>The next picture is my attempt at making a broken glass/stained glass jelly dessert. Some of the darned jellies did not set well and I could not make it more colourful than this. I found blue and green jellies too, for once. Too bad they did not cooperate!</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpVZVnlNzvIuFFD59y2ye1C7K2iREN_pIhZLp18QkhevwB4X-GkAK1-FJYUnFSbryrXEv7gw7uTPXqHXGYT8uqEtRdFUsAWMlUOjh1pUR8x6QDoMbLBnZKuxT3Sqco0n7RrexO/s952/7A73D42B-831B-4888-8573-8E9C5F31E949.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="673" data-original-width="952" height="283" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpVZVnlNzvIuFFD59y2ye1C7K2iREN_pIhZLp18QkhevwB4X-GkAK1-FJYUnFSbryrXEv7gw7uTPXqHXGYT8uqEtRdFUsAWMlUOjh1pUR8x6QDoMbLBnZKuxT3Sqco0n7RrexO/w400-h283/7A73D42B-831B-4888-8573-8E9C5F31E949.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>A fruit vendor who appears at our door every few years and vanishes for the next two or three years brought some wonderful guavas at varying stages of rawness and ripeness the other day. This seller always wants me to buy two or three kilos but of course, that's too much for a small household like mine. This time he handed me a packet with many fruit and I did not feel like refusing him as he was coming after a long time. It was just Rs 50. Later on, I discovered there were eleven guavas inside! I doubled <a href="https://vidyascooking.blogspot.com/2019/09/southindian-style-condiment-guava.html" target="_blank">this recipe</a>, added raisins to make up for the jaggery I fell short of and realised I had added too much chilli powder and too many chillies. I then toned it down by adding a cup of tamarind juice. It was still hot, but tolerably so.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2eilQKlB2nd1YtxE2QZt8cYEiI5Jf7yyt1LR1adh1GrGvtpe3bsDtY8g7hk8uzG4g0ilAL4ZH_qQHFWiVxUgmfNzluU0cDHPDdf_Wb7EtZK71apLhnXzD2qAexE78WPWx1eVE/s640/6E607107-7985-4480-B544-F435A2445126.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="360" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2eilQKlB2nd1YtxE2QZt8cYEiI5Jf7yyt1LR1adh1GrGvtpe3bsDtY8g7hk8uzG4g0ilAL4ZH_qQHFWiVxUgmfNzluU0cDHPDdf_Wb7EtZK71apLhnXzD2qAexE78WPWx1eVE/w225-h400/6E607107-7985-4480-B544-F435A2445126.JPG" width="225" /></a></div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">This feed contains copyrighted photos and text from http://www.whenmysoupcamealive.blogspot.com. 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I checked it for comments after a long time. There was a comment from someone who said she had been using my recipe of sambaaru kaaramu to make her <a href="https://whenmysoupcamealive.blogspot.com/2014/06/how-to-make-authentic-pappucharu.html" target="_blank">pappucharu</a> taste extra special but could not access the link <a href="https://whenmysoupcamealive.blogspot.com/2007/07/value-added-mix.html">When My Soup Came Alive: Value-Added Mix</a> to it. Funnily enough, I've had the same problem a couple of times in the recent past but it's not broken most of the time. I decided to put it up again here with a direct headline that is easily found rather than an indirect, pun-filled one that gets lost in the ether!</div><div><br /></div><div>It's been nearly fourteen years since I put up that recipe. I've looked high and low for information related to it but have only come up with scraps. Beyond the fact that the word sambaaru/sambaaram/sambhaaram stands for spices used to flavour food (or <a href="https://www.quora.com/Was-sambar-discovered-by-Thanjavur-Marathas" target="_blank">"provisions, preparations, collection, supplies, constituents, ingredients and requisites"</a>) and that it can be used for a range of dishes from stir-fries to dals, I know little about it. The link above leads to a discussion on the lore surrounding sambar! My grandmother would say that this sambaaru kaaram and that sambar are different, which is true, in my experience. Sambar powder contains so many more ingredients ... even if the etymology is the same. From what I have observed and read, it's used mostly in farming families of Guntur and Krishna districts of Andhra Pradesh. </div><div><br /></div><div>We used to eat it with steaming, ghee-smeared idlis as children, dipping the idli in a spoon of the kaaram served to a side on our plates. When she was alone at home, it was her dinner for the day, my mother says, with rice and ghee, like any other podi or kaaram that we make. Here's the recipe, provided by my grandmother's sister:</div><div><br /></div><div>(I read somewhere recently that pure castor oil is added to this mixture.)</div><div><span face=""Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; font-size: 15.4px;"><br /></span></div><div><span face=""Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; font-size: 15.4px;">Dry red chillies: 500 gm (remove the stalks)</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px;" /><span face=""Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; font-size: 15.4px;">Coriander seeds: 250 gm</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px;" /><span face=""Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; font-size: 15.4px;">Fenugreek/Methi seeds: 50 gm</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px;" /><span face=""Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; font-size: 15.4px;">Cumin/jeera seeds: 50 gm</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px;" /><span face=""Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; font-size: 15.4px;">Black gram/urad dal: A little less than 50 gm</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px;" /><span face=""Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; font-size: 15.4px;">Salt, to taste</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px;" /><span face=""Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; font-size: 15.4px;">Garlic: to taste</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px;" /><span face=""Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; font-size: 15.4px;">Dry roast the first five ingredients separately.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px;" /><span face=""Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; font-size: 15.4px;">Let cool, whiz to a powder in the grinder.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px;" /><span face=""Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; font-size: 15.4px;">Add salt.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px;" /><span face=""Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; font-size: 15.4px;">Crush garlic roughly, add to the powder and mix it with the kaaram.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px;" /><span face=""Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; font-size: 15.4px;">Store in an airtight container.</span></div><div><span face=""Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; font-size: 15.4px;"><br /></span></div><div><span face=""Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; font-size: 15.4px;"><br /></span></div><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer">This feed contains copyrighted photos and text from http://www.whenmysoupcamealive.blogspot.com. 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Please contact srablog (at) gmail (dot) com.</div>srahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03243944393796831559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980268.post-721028268567748152020-11-19T19:34:00.000+05:302020-11-19T19:34:30.641+05:30Fridge-Cleaner Stew<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_CYkV1EWUVe95iomWbyiBtmmo6zasEPepLdud6OjUD3LHQY9bd4eqRDbY2mWJy0hIgdXvBbPTWV2GsNzJE2PbvTCTcYw-wYTDRs4MD-D2s-FLTODDlT41z9ZcEPGM7tg89oHg/s640/IMG_6758.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_CYkV1EWUVe95iomWbyiBtmmo6zasEPepLdud6OjUD3LHQY9bd4eqRDbY2mWJy0hIgdXvBbPTWV2GsNzJE2PbvTCTcYw-wYTDRs4MD-D2s-FLTODDlT41z9ZcEPGM7tg89oHg/w480-h640/IMG_6758.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Recently, The Spouse chanced on a gravy formula that worked well. He saw the cartons of tomato puree and coconut milk on the shelf and mixed them to make a paneer dish. I followed that formula and ended up with a hearty stew. <div><br /><div>On this occasion, I had a pack of mushrooms languishing in the fridge, along with some carrots and a capsicum and frozen peas. I put them to good use and came up with a stew that I'm proud of. It tasted good with rice too.</div><div><br /></div><div>In a pan, temper 2 tsp of oil with </div><div><b>1 tsp cumin</b></div><div><b>2 green chillies</b></div><div><b>3-4 garlic cloves, chopped </b></div><div><br /></div><div>Then, saute</div><div><b>1 onion, chopped</b></div><div><br /></div><div>Then saute</div><div><b>1/2 cup of diced carrot</b></div><div><br /></div><div>Next, saute </div><div><b>1 diced green capsicum </b></div><div><b>1/2 cup of green peas</b></div><div><br /></div><div>Now add </div><div><b>2 cups of diced button mushrooms</b> </div><div><br /></div><div>and let them cook.</div><div><br /></div><div>Once they've cooked and their water has begun to evaporate (or when your patience begins to run out), <b>add 3-4 spoons (any small or medium spoons, but nothing you would use as a ladle) tomato puree</b> and mix it well with the vegetables. </div><div><br /></div><div>Then add </div><div><b>about 1/2 cup of coconut milk </b></div><div>and mix well. Add water enough to make a gravy of the consistency you like. Or more coconut milk.</div><div><br /></div><div>Add </div><div><b>salt to taste</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div>Mix well and simmer for about five minutes, more or less, depending on how thick or thin you want it.</div><div><br /></div><div>I ate two cupfuls all by themselves, without any rice or other accompaniments. It was very satisfying.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">This feed contains copyrighted photos and text from http://www.whenmysoupcamealive.blogspot.com. If you are not reading this material in a feeds aggregator or by e-mail subscription, the site you are viewing may be guilty of copyright infringement. 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Life's highs and lows, ironies, absurdities and anti-climaxes, all dealt with humour, and how they come to inhabit the food and recipes that she is writing about, are what made me a steadfast reader of her blog. A few years after we began blogging, I got to meet her too, and eat at the famed Bong Mom's Kitchen, specifying quite bluntly that I wanted Bengali food and nothing else. <div><br /></div><div><i>Those Delicious Letters</i> is Sandeepa's second book. Unlike her first, which is a cookbook with sparkling anecdotes and commentary, this is fiction with suspense and a few recipes. Sandeepa carries the sparkle into this book too, never losing her funny bone. At the heart of the book is the protagonist Shubha, who has just turned 40, and is in the throes of a mid-life crisis. She is an architect by training but has given that up to take care of her children. When we meet her in the book, she is a partner at a small publishing firm. The days hold no mystery for her; her first reaction to a surprise birthday party is one of annoyance. She is realistic enough not to expect glamorous holidays because "we had responsibilities and mortgage and irritable bowel syndromes". To add to this, her husband has of late been preoccupied, distracted and even secretive. She can't quite believe that those are signs of an affair but has no other explanation for his behaviour and steels herself to deal with it. </div><div><br /></div><div>But that comes a little later. Shubha has been getting letters in aerogrammes - yes, snail mail from India - that thrill and mystify her. She has no clue who 'Didan', the grandmother writing those letters, is. After a few such missives which contain stories of Didan's life and end with a recipe, Shubha reluctantly returns them to the sender, knowing she will miss them, but they come right back, and continue coming, once a month. An erratic cook, these compelling letters turn Shubha into a willing experimenter and become the stepping stones for a turnaround in her life.</div><div><br /></div><div>The book is an easy, breezy read that has you nodding your head in agreement at its statements and roaring with laughter. Equally, it makes you impatient to discover who is sending those letters and why. I took a while getting to it after I received a copy from the publisher but could not put it down once I started. There are funny and endearing turns of phrase, characters and situations we can identify with and want to knock the teeth out of. I burst into great sobs reading the end of the last letter, a reaction I did not expect, having guffawed my way through most of it. I found little to complain about. </div><div><br /></div><div>What tickled me, among many other things, are Shubha's Facebook updates. For many years now, I've gritted my teeth and gotten through photos of food, flowers, waterfalls, sunsets, drawings, animals and what not captioned with profound thoughts. Shubha's statuses are somewhat similar - a photograph of Didan's potol'er dalma is the backdrop for 'Don't depend on others for your happiness. Find your own. <i>(💓) (hashtags)' </i> Sandeepa has captured the zeitgeist alright! I don't know if she was having a joke but thinking of Shubha, I'll look on those photos more kindly from now on.</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Those Delicious Letters</b></div><div><b>Sandeepa Mukherjee Datta</b></div><div><b>Harper Collins Publishers India</b></div><div><b>2020</b></div><div><b>Rs 299</b></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">This feed contains copyrighted photos and text from http://www.whenmysoupcamealive.blogspot.com. 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I started this blog fourteen years ago, in 2006, on my father's birthday as it
would make the date easy to remember. It had a good run for many years. Despite
my declaring publicly and privately that I would 'rededicate' myself to this
blog, it has only limped along at best, in the last four or five years. I don't
eat as much or cook as much anymore and I don't know what to say. My father has
moved on. The blog which shares his birthday has remained alive, primarily
drawing breath from Search results, from a maze of complex technology and circuitry
that keeps it on the Internet, maybe from the odd regular reader, and occasionally from an older, busier me who has
found other hobbies and preoccupations. Yet, Me is unwilling to let go of it. <div><br /></div><div>I've always disliked blogging about the usual things (usual to me, anyway), and
preferred to discuss new or experimental things. So when I hit upon the idea of
using up some near-expiry-date peanut butter in biscuits, as my generation
called them growing up, I wondered how I could make them my own. I had about a
half cup of chukku coffee waiting to be used up so I added that in place of
brown sugar. Chukku coffee is a mix of dried ginger (<i>sonth</i> in Hindi),
palm jaggery and spices such as pepper, coriander and cardamom. I don't suppose
there is any coffee powder added in the traditional recipe. At least, the few
brands that I have tried from time to time do not list any coffee in the
ingredients. But I see coffee listed in many blog recipes. I assume the original
spice mix was meant to be used as a tisane.
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I followed
<a href="https://www.thespruceeats.com/crunchy-peanut-butter-cookies-3058900#:~:text=Ingredients.%201%201%2F2%20cup%20granulated%20sugar%2C%20plus%20more,teaspoon%20salt.%209%201%2F2%20teaspoon%20baking%20soda.%20" target="_blank">this recipe</a>. The baking took much longer than the seven minutes mentioned there, double
the time or even more. The only substitution I made was replacing the brown
sugar with the chukku powder. Being only an occasional baker and this probably
being just my second attempt at biscuits/cookies, I have to say this turned out
really well. I patted myself on the back for being imaginative with the other
ingredient, but of course, all it takes is a search to find several peanut
butter ginger affairs all over the Internet. Oh well, mine's not plain PBG, it's
chukku coffee!
</div><div><br /></div><div>PS: I'm on Instagram as @sra.srav where I record more of my daily life, hobbies and preoccupations that I mentioned earlier on.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">This feed contains copyrighted photos and text from http://www.whenmysoupcamealive.blogspot.com. If you are not reading this material in a feeds aggregator or by e-mail subscription, the site you are viewing may be guilty of copyright infringement. Please contact srablog (at) gmail (dot) com.</div>srahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03243944393796831559noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30980268.post-29703849109816816822020-06-14T16:19:00.000+05:302020-06-14T16:19:27.235+05:30Things I've been Doing, Learning, Making from the Internet - 2<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I'm not an Internet video person. I still prefer text and pictures. However, all the experiments I'm recording here are taken from videos. They all had useful and clear instructions.</div>
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A couple of weeks ago, I ground a fresh batch of ginger-garlic paste. Our cook had told me there was nothing to it - and that a dash of turmeric and salt would act as preservative. Still, why have the Internet at your fingertips if not to browse it for no good reason? So I looked at recipes for ginger-garlic paste and came across several. I'm not a video person, but I was curious to see what the visual value of grinding ginger-garlic paste was - isn't it just a few whizzes in the mixie - so I clicked on them. There was little more than I imagined in those videos, but one of them had a helpful tip. The vlogger had advised roasting a bit of salt till it lost its ability to extract water from the ginger and garlic. (That's when it changes colour.) The objective: Not to dilute the paste with the water that will keep oozing because of the unroasted salt. This vlogger also recommended adding some heated and cooled oil. So I did that. </div>
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Doesn't my ginger-garlic paste look good and undiluted? Let me know if you can see any motor lubricant in there. I seem to have ground it for too long or probably I overloaded the jar - there were streaks of greenish-black oil on the grinder which I only noticed a couple of hours later. I poked about carefully in the paste and didn't notice any contamination. I still feel a streak of concern whenever I use it, though.</div>
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It uses just a little bit of oil relative to the amount of fish so I was very sceptical whether it would work. However, something in me pushed me to trust it and I was not disappointed. It worked like a charm. I forgot to add the sesame powder but to me, it was like the taste of home. I'm not sure, however, that the English name for this is red snapper. I think it's murrel, but I could be wrong. This is what is called 'viral' in Tamil.</div>
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I needed only two cups of garlic cloves for the ginger-garlic paste. I'm finding ways to consume it before it goes all brown and black and shrivels up. I hit upon the idea of a garlic pickle the way mango is pickled in Andhra homes, tasting of chilli powder and mustard and gingelly oil, but none of the recipes I came across gave me the confidence it would turn out that way - and I know nothing of pickling to be instinctively experimental about it. So I looked for what felt like an interesting recipe and settled for this, which is a garlic pickle with cloves, cinnamon, cardamom and sesame, an unusual formula for pickle.</div>
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The narration is in Telugu and there are no sub-titles. Nevertheless, the visuals are good enough - you can identify the ingredients as well as the quantities. There is a tip about how long to fry the garlic - till a fold appears, he says, but I didn't notice any fold. I did think the texture changed. Something like tiny goosebumps or a certain roughness appeared on the surface (it should not brown), and then I switched it off and left it to cool. It tasted exactly like a prawn pickle an aunt of mine had made and given us. It's an interesting taste and I'm glad to have rediscovered it.</div>
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Recently, we got a bounty of five mangoes from the tree in our building. The tree has been bearing fruit for a few years now. It grazes my window, and I revel in the greenery amidst all the concrete. Now I had to find a way to use up the mangoes.<br />
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I came across a recipe for a Myanmarese mango salad for the first time. It struck me as very unusual, combining raw mango, cabbage, roasted gram flour, sesame seeds and a host of other things. It suited me well as I had most of them - and that included a shrivelling, shrinking cabbage. I did not have soy sauce but I decided to give it a try anyway, it was sufficiently new and exotic for me.<br />
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However, things started going awry towards the end as the method mentioned one ingredient not previously mentioned and left out details about where to add some others. I added what I could and mixed it all up and dropped the dressing totally. It tasted like the masala mixture you get on the streets in South India, especially Andhra Pradesh.<br />
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It was tasty, but super sour. (I had decided to drop the sugar.) Neither The Spouse nor I felt we would enjoy a second overpowering dose so I decided to turn it into a pulihora, some versions of which share many ingredients with the salad. For the Telugu New Year day, we sometimes make a mango pulihora with shredded sour mangoes. Amidst the hurry over the sudden lockdown announcement, I had forgotten that Ugadi was the next day so could not celebrate with food. We got the mangoes well after Ugadi had gone by.<br />
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Green mangoes - 1/2 a kilo, peeled and shredded<br />
Cabbage - 1.5 cups<br />
Onion - 1, big, finely sliced<br />
Tomato - 1, medium, sliced<br />
Dry red chilli - 3, broken<br />
Garlic - 4 cloves, minced<br />
Shallots/sambar onions - 8, minced<br />
White sesame seed - 2 tbsp, toasted and ground<br />
Peanuts - 2-3 tbsp, roasted and crushed<br />
Gram flour/besan - 3-4 tbsp, roasted<br />
Salt - start with 1 tsp of table salt<br />
Pepper - freshly ground<br />
Lime - 1<br />
Chopped coriander - 3 tbsp<br />
Cooked rice - start with 2 cups<br />
Gingelly/sesame Oil - 1 tbsp<br />
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The shallots and garlic were fried for the salad and added to it somewhere along the way as the original recipe was not clear to me. Everything got mixed up and rather soggy ultimately. The taste was good, if somewhat overwhelming.<br />
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The next day, I heated the sesame oil and added the salad to it. Saute the salad for a couple of minutes and add the rice to it. Add more rice if it's too sour for your taste. Check seasoning, adjust according to taste and consume.<br />
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Last month, I went to Bangalore and chanced upon an exhibition of mangoes from Karnataka in Lalbagh. Past lamentations and scruples about glut and leftovers, modest eating, etc, became things of the past. My resolve dissolved and I turned into a greedy pig and a hapless hoarder. (If you were to say greedy and hapless don't go together, your objection might be valid, but really, greed is a weakness, isn't it, so the adjective hapless suits it quite well.)<br />
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I ended up with several specimens of this new discovery of mine called Sakkaregutti (Sugar Baby in English). Tiny mangoes that are just about fist-sized or smaller. Juicy little things that you can be done with in one or two mouthfuls. I knew I would not be able to eat so many steadily and needed to find a way to use at least some of them up. One of our friends in Bangalore had served us a curry made of similar mangoes. She said it was based on a Mangalorean dish.<br />
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I wanted to try something different so I made this, a sweet and sour curry applying a recipe often used with less exotic protagonists. This is broadly based on the ‘pulusus’
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Sakkaregutti (or other small fist-sized mangoes), peeled,
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Dry red chilli – 2, broken</div>
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Oil – ½ tbsp</div>
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Remember <a href="http://whenmysoupcamealive.blogspot.com/2010/02/mellow-mallum.html">this post about bok choy</a>? Remember me? Whether you do or not, I'm going to tell you about my latest experiments with bok choy.<br />
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I found a couple of good specimens recently and became fixated on the idea of a garlicky stir-fry. I recently acquired a jade green stone pestle and mortar so it's easy to throw in any number of cloves of garlic, pound them and use them. (Not that it was much more difficult earlier.) </div>
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I made this about two weeks ago, I think. There is no fixed recipe for this. I wanted the taste of the garlic and the chilli to be prominent, and decided to use mustard oil to cook this in. So I heated the oil, added the garlic and the chilli and all the bok choy chopped up, let it wilt and wilt and dry, and then added a bit of salt, stirred it and took it off the fire. It tasted bitter and sharp initially but I soldiered on and managed to finish two cups. I quite liked it, finally.</div>
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My leftover problems haven't been left behind - so I had visions of the bok choy going into a nice and colourful fried rice with a little leftover beetroot, leftover rice and a fresh fried egg. As I'm consciously cutting down on salt, it all tasted a little bland, but I'm sure when you toss everything together and liberally add salt and pepper and remember to add the egg after it's been fried both sides and not worked through the rice sunny side up, it will be much better.<br />
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Oh yes! This dish also has some snow peas I purchased for a rather obscene amount at a store expats frequent - they too me two weeks to finish, but they're finally gone, unsucculent and shrivelled as they were! (They were never very good, unlike their ilk I have tasted elsewhere.) Hurrah for me! I ate every single bit of my Rs 350.<br />
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Just this morning, I discovered that #sweetpotatotoast (that's Sweet Potato Toast) is a thing. I'm trying to scroll down the Instagram feed of some 13,000 posts to see when the fad began but I still haven't gotten past posts on it from the last week of November. For me, it was a serendipitous discovery last year that simply some cinnamon sprinkled on sweet potato slices could replicate the smell and taste of French Toast. I'm no nutritionist but I do know that sweet potato has a lot of vitamins and fibre and is one of the healthiest foods. I went looking for a comparison with bread and I found <a href="https://kitchen.nine.com.au/2016/09/19/10/57/is-sweet-potato-toast-trend-healthier-than-bread">this</a>.<br />
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I had this brainwave sometime last year when sweet potato was in season. I think I was looking at desserts made with sweet potato, but as usual, I lost interest, probably because there were too many ingredients I would have to buy just for this, and left it to languish in the vegetable basket. Then when my conscience nudged me, I baked it or pressure cooked it - I really don't remember now - and sprinkled it with cinnamon. And the strangest thing happened - the smell of my grandmother's French Toast arose in my kitchen. She used to make it for breakfast often when I was a child, with bakery bread that came in thicker slices than today. I've never been able to replicate the taste. I even took it to work and shared it with a couple of colleagues who liked it.<br />
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This time, I simply steamed the sweet potato in a colander over a pan of water that was boiling something else.<br />
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I peeled and sliced it, put it on an oiled tava/skillet, and let it cook on both sides, adding a few drops of extra oil whenever I felt the slices would begin to burn.<br />
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Once they are crisp and brown around the edges, sprinkle a tiny bit of salt and some powdered cinnamon, let sizzle, pause for a few seconds. Turn them over. Repeat.<br />
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I'm not recommending any amount - I went with pinches of cinnamon till I arrived at the taste I liked. A few slices make a great mid-workday snack.<br />
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Bon appetit!<br />
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I came up with the idea for these beans on a lazy Saturday. Now when I say lazy Saturday, don't for one minute think the Saturday was one when i lazed about the house. (Recently, all my plans to laze about the house and watch nothing but travel and food shows on TV are coming to naught for some reason or the other.) Oh no, it was a day a friend was coming for lunch, and I had drawn up a decent list of things to make for her. However, I didn't feel up to slaving over the stove for long, and one of the things I made was a brainwave - from years of Internet exposure to whole cooked beans, I suppose. No topping, tailing, chopping, none of that tiresome stuff. However, the poppy seed addition was my idea. Their appeal is mostly visual, but tell me, how often don't we look for style over substance. (And the substance here is not half bad!)<br />
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"Cool beans!" is an expression a young friend of mine uses, fairly new to me, but Urban Dictionary tells me it's been around since the Sixties, and is used to describe something very favourable or pleasing. It fits this dish well.<br />
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Wash green beans well.<br />
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Pressure cook them with just a little water, don't immerse them. One whistle will do. (Alternatively, boil them for a couple of minutes.)<br />
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Open cooker, and plunge the beans in cold water. Leave to drip in a colander.<br />
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Heat some olive oil, saute the beans for a minute or two. The important thing is to ensure they don't turn colour.<br />
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Add some crushed/ slivered almonds, mix, and let cook for half-a-minute.<br />
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Throw in a very small fistful of poppy seeds, some salt, mix once again, warm through, and you're done!<br />
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Don't you like these carrots? I grew, nay, drew them myself, and when I found out I couldn't colour them in Paint for some reason, I altered them to look all beta-carotene-y in an app on my phone. It's a good way to illustrate a blog post when there is no photograph of the actual food. Of course, this has no resemblance to the finished product, but I'm so thrilled I thought of it. It's certainly better than my photography!<br />
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A couple of weeks ago, I found myself at my friend's place, feeling low and worked up. She called me over for lunch to divert my attention and I ended up infecting her with my sadness. But this was after lunch, for which she had made the most amazing cauliflower roast (with gram flour and a bit of ground rice to make it crisp), sambar and a beetroot-green gram stir-fry. She said carrot could be used instead of beetroot, and I've tasted similar stuff she's made with greens as well. So the following week I made this stir-fry/curry with carrot at my place. My grandmother would use green gram with raw banana to make a stir-fry. I should make that next.</div>
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Carrots, diced: 1 cup</div>
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Onion, chopped: 1</div>
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Heat the oil, add the mustard, let it pop, then add the other ingredients. They will splutter right away, so once they do that, add the onions and green chillies and fry them for a couple of minutes. Then add the carrots and the gram, cover and cook till softer. Add the salt and cook a little more. Take it off the heat. Garnish with coriander, if you like.</div>
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Upma is making <a href="http://www.thenewsminute.com/article/how-filmmakers-comment-humble-upma-became-national-controversy-64001">national headlines</a> - and I am cashing in on it to come out of blogging hibernation. An <a href="http://www.thehindu.com/life-and-style/food/director-parthiban-on-his-favourite-food/article19103460.ece">innocuous comment by a film director</a> on his love for upma - that it deserves to be the national dish - stirred a news channel to rage, chef, nutritionist and reporters in tow, whether it wasn't culinary chauvinism to make such a demand. I saw it a day later on YouTube, but I hear it ran on prime time. The outrage and the self-righteous discussion made me laugh out loud. Whether news channels are losing their sense of humour and proportion is a debate I will leave to other fora, but let me hereby reaffirm my love and affection for this blob of nourishment which sustains many of us on days when there is no time or energy for the preparation of better nutrition.<br />
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How much simpler can a dish be? Just a couple of spoons of oil, a tempering of mustard, urad and chana dal, ginger, green or red chillies, whichever is at hand, curry leaves to add zing, if you have them, water, salt and semonlina/rava. That's all you need. Add plump cashewnuts for oomph. Onions for taste. All done in less than 10 minutes. With enough lubrication or enough moisture (oil or water), its journey is a smooth glide down your throat. Not for me chutney or sambar or powder or even lime juice as an accompaniment. Try squeezing the chillies in it lightly to release the bits of upma trapped in them - that's heavenly, if you like some heat.<br />
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A few months ago, I met a friend from college at her hotel for breakfast. Both of us ordered upma, room service. It came, unctuous, glistening, crunchy with well-fried dal. We lapped it up as we rehashed old memories, gossiped and exchanged notes about growing older. The years melted away. Laughter and upma filled our heart and soul. That day, upma was extra-special.<br />
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Upma is as unpopular as it's popular, I know. But I'm one of those who love it. It's easy to make, fulfilling, elemental. It's easy to enhance too - bathe it in tomatoes and it becomes 'tomato bath', <a href="http://whenmysoupcamealive.blogspot.in/2011/02/how-green-is-your-upma.html">add more nutrition</a> by adding chopped vegetables, using quinoa or millets instead of semolina, use buttermilk or curds to cook it, or add mushroom, chicken stock and coconut milk to recreate a <a href="http://www.hindustantimes.com/india/upma-worth-100-000/story-m29Jakav9SRmpSX8e96kMJ.html">$100,000 prize-winning version</a>. That sounds like something I would draw the line at, truth be told, but then I haven't tried it. I haven't ever eaten it with sugar, a popular accompaniment. I don't intend to start now. Give me the good ol' classic version any day! I would even recommend it to be the national dish of the world!<br />
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It's the beginning of a new year today. Another round of hope for happiness, goals and milestones begins anew. I had a significant milestone last year. Is it a sign of maturity that I haven't celebrated my tenth blog anniversary? It was in September. It would be so marvellous to be detached from such milestones, but I suspect it's more of dullness and less of detachment that has me blogging less and less. I keep wishing fervently every year that this blog could go back to its heyday, but the rest of life seems to have gotten in the way in the last few years. Over the last one-and-a-quarter years, I've had a new hobby as well - I've been dabbling in art, you see the result above - and that has consumed a lot of my free time. I have also been cooking less and less, and trying to cut down on eating out.<br />
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Some of the life that got in the way was pleasant. It involved some travel, mostly to familiar pastures, but also to Taiwan, which <a href="http://whenmysoupcamealive.blogspot.in/2010/09/eating-out-in-taipei.html">I visited in 2010</a>, and most recently a trip to Delhi. It resulted in me making something I thought was blogworthy. I went there on work and had half a day ahead of the day-long workshop I had to attend. I hoped to visit the famous Paranthewali Gali in Chandni Chowk and a friend's pictures of her own trip to the place where she had the famous Daulat ki Chaat jogged my memory of this confection.<br />
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I remember reading about it as <a href="http://www.tribuneindia.com/2005/20050612/spectrum/food.htm">Nimish </a>from Lucknow. It's made with milk and the dew that settles on it in winter nights. I have never made it to Lucknow and don't see myself doing so anytime soon, but I'm glad to have had this version. I heard that the Daulat ki Chaat would not be available after 11 am. I knew I would probably have such disappointments so it wasn't a disappointment - my maturity kicking in, you see - but my friend who lives there said she would take me to Paranthewali Gali anyway. I had done no research as my trip to Delhi was short and my schedule unclear till the last minute so I was happy to wind my way through Chandni Chowk's narrow streets and absorb the sights and sounds.<br />
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As soon as we disembarked from the car and approached PG, what confronted us but a vendor with a huge container of Daulat ki Chaat!
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I've been reading that the genuine thing is very difficult to find nowadays, and that cream of tartar or hydrogenated fats are used to retain its light and airy consistency. My knowledge of science is rudimentary but even I can understand that something that is made with dew can't last as the sun shines high and bright. Well, that's what I have deduced. It will flop - and when my friend's husband passed on the information that Daulat ki Chaat would not be sold after 11 a m, I thought that was the reason why. We probably had the modern, engineered-to-stay version, but I am glad that I did. It was really of a delicate consistency, creamy and sugared just right and garnished/mixed with nuts.<br />
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<span style="text-align: left;">As for the paranthas, I had a bhendi parantha for the first time ever. I had never even thought it could be used for a filling. I also had a peas paratha and a green chilly paratha. I loved the mustardy, pickled vegetables that were dumped in bowls on the tables. The parathas we got were served with a potato curry and a pumpkin curry, along with a few pieces of banana in a jaggery-chilli powder syrup.</span></div>
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<span style="text-align: left;">The day after the workshop was a Saturday. I didn't have to work so I spent the day with my friend. She took me on a short walk through her locality. She lives at the end of a lane that opens out on to a busy road overtaken by the Great Delhi Metro, but the other end and further up was so peacefully small-town I could easily have forgotten I was in India's capital city.</span></div>
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For perhaps only the second time in my life I saw hara channa/choliya, and brought back some to cook. My friend said I could freeze them too, for later use. Well, I froze half of them, and converted the rest of them into this<br />
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As usually happens when I am impatient to get on with a culinary discovery, I chose, shed and fused elements of several recipes to come up with this gravy. I cannot find any of those recipes now, I even searched History on my computer but it isn't helping. Most of those recipes contained tomatoes and no potatoes, while I had no tomatoes and several potatoes. I used curds for the tang. I came up with a gravy of intermediate thickness but ate is as soup.<br />
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Fry<br />
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3 chopped onions<br />
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and fry.<br />
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Add 2-3 diced potatoes, 250-300 gm of green/ hara channa/choliya and salt. Mix well.<br />
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Add water to cover the vegetables. Close the pressure cooker. Let it whistle 4-5 times before you switch off the flame. Let the pressure drop on its own before opening it.<br />
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If the gravy is too thin, mash a few pieces of the potato into the gravy and cook a little longer without the lid till some of the liquid evaporates/thickens.<br />
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Top with 1/2 a tsp of garam masala.<br />
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Confession: I don't know if I used cumin or coriander powder. My sense of smell failed me.<br />
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Last month, I went home to my parents for a week. It was something of an old-fashioned summer vacation. There was a new baby to visit, an older child with whom we played a lot of indoor games – I must have played carrom board after more than 20 years – lots of mangoes and other summer fruit to eat, much sighing over the heat and hoping the monsoon would somehow arrive early, and some kitchen experiments with the aforementioned older child, my eight-year-old niece.<br />
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One of those games was Name Place Animal Thing (NPAT). It’s where the players take turns to name a letter and then everyone has to write down a name, place, animal and thing that starts with the letter. In one of my turns, I landed on a Q. (A player tells you to “Start” – reciting the alphabet silently – and when they tell you to “Stop” you have to mention the letter you were stopped at and that’s the letter you use for the next round.)<br />
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I finished my turn and was waiting for my niece, whom we give a little extra time as she’s still very young. After a few minutes she said she couldn’t proceed as she didn’t know anything much with Q. “Then you get a zero,” I said gleefully, :and I get a 40", ten for each of the four words/nouns we have to write down in the game.<br />
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“No way! I don’t agree,” my niece ranted. “How can I write anything if you throw a Q at me? I don’t know anything with a Q. Even Mom doesn’t. How can you give me something I cannot do and then say I get a zero? I won’t accept it,” she stormed.<br />
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After I came back, I was exchanging notes with my neighbour who too has an eight-year-old niece. Her niece too had trouble with a Q, she said. Her excuse was that she hadn’t been taught much Q in school yet. “Queenie, Queensland, quail, quilt,” we rattled off almost in unison and burst out laughing when we realised this list hadn’t changed in the many years since we played NPAT with the same ardour as 8-year-olds.<br />
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Quill was another ‘thing’. I remember seeing a picture book with a bird called a quetzal. When I used it once, I seem to remember my co-players refused to accept it saying all I was making it up, no one has ever heard of a <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Quetzal">quetzal</a>. They were easy to overrule, not my niece.<br />
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In the food blogging world, on and off I’ve come across alphabet-based challenges. Some bloggers get really inventive with names of dishes when it’s the turn of alphabets such as Q and X and Z. So in time-honoured tradition, here’s the Qapsicum Qurd Qurry, inspired by <a href="http://www.tarladalal.com/Achaari-Dahi-Bhindi-22779r">Tarla Dalal’s Achaari Dahi Bhindi</a>, two shrivelling qapsicums and no coriander powder.<br />
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The tweaking I did with the recipe was to halve the amount of ladies’ fingers, add about three cups of diced capsicum, increase the amount of curds to 1 cup and the spices by just a pinch.<br />
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As the capsicum didn’t need to be fried, unlike the ladies’ fingers, I added them directly to the gravy as soon as it began to ‘pulse’ a bit in the pan. I didn’t cook it too much, I let it remain a little crunchy, it would get softer as the gravy cooled.<br />
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I added the ladies’ fingers just two minutes before I took it off the stove, about seven minutes in all.<br />
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Dalal recommends rotis and parathas to go with it but we ate it with good ol’ rice and it was just fine!</div>
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Lassi is not something one looks to when they are looking for a pick-me-up, is it? That role is better played by something like coffee or tea, all dark and smouldering, with some bitterness to offset the rich brown
good looks. Lassi, by contrast, is a fair, chocolate-boy kind of offering that would be my last choice of beverage (or boy). But what would I know? I, who have been blogging for almost 10 years now, have turned into an occasional, even desperate blogger you’d say, resorting to drawing similarities between lassi and the males of the species to inject some life into my blog. You may be right, in part, but this post is actually to reinforce and put on record the importance of giggly girl friendships in one’s life. And, of course, how to stay current and blog away to glory. (Were we envious? You bet!)<br />
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A couple of months ago, some of us, your favourite bloggers, went on a short holiday. We took trains, we took cars, we walked, we traipsed along trodden ways, wielded our cameras big, small and medium, ate and drank – not lassi or alcohol, but lots of the rich brown stuff – and laughed to our hearts’ content. And as it was a bloggers’ meet, deliberated on the future of blogging, bloggers, us bloggers (vs Them bloggers), how to make our blogs more
popular, and find simple, stress-free ways to blog frequently and visibly. <br />
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I know I’ve mentioned in the past the state of my life and fridge and home and work and the insomnia and the pressure and all that keeps me away from blogging nowadays. The bloggers’ meet was useful in that there were some important takeaways: <br />
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And so I have for you a trifecta of lassis today. <br />
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If you’re like me (life, fridge, work, insomnia, so on and so forth), here’s the smart girl’s way to making and blogging about lassi.<br />
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Buy lassi, any brand. I’ve tried not to let the brand show here as I don’t drink lassi and don’t intend any endorsements, but there are several brands, each with several flavours. <br />
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Buy some chopped fruit (or chop some fruit. Actually, just shave some off the top of the fruit, that will do.)<br />
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Empty the lassi into a pretty glass, top with fruit. Photograph. Blog.<br />
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(This is Lassi No 2.)<br />
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You can vary the colour and the taste of the lassi depending on the number of additions. The addition needn’t just be fruit. It could be essence. It could be fruit concentrate. It could be saffron. It could be spices. It could be even be another juice, like litchi juice. It could be chocolate spread.<br />
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No, really. It could be vegan. Lassi in spirit, if you like. You could substitute the lassi with almond milk. I found one in my supermarket for the first time today. (Again, this is no endorsement, I haven’t even opened
the pack.) Or you could use <a href="http://tongueticklers.com/2013/04/vegan-kitchen-basics-an-update-on-making-cashewnut-curd-vegandairy-free/">cashew curd</a>. <br />
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But, dear readers, do go on trips with your friends, eat, drink and be merry. I am lucky to have several such friends in my life and though such trips are not as frequent as I would like, I know we will be bound till the end of time by the things we have done, eaten and discussed – such as these lassis. You may or may not need lassis but you do want a smashing good bunch of friends with whom you can guffaw and hoot and snort and howl with laughter well into the night. And I’m sure
<a href="https://www.mydiversekitchen.com/purple-grape-lassi-or-a-purple-cow-shake">Aparna</a>, <a href="http://tongueticklers.com/">Harini</a>, <a href="http://lata-raja.blogspot.in/" target="_blank">Lata </a>and <a href="http://litebite.in/">Sanjeeta</a> (names in alphabetical order) will agree. <br />
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Well, I had to keep up the alliteration, didn't I? I mean peanuts. At my workplace, colleagues often bring a snack called Congress Peanuts (read about the name <a href="https://www.quora.com/What-is-the-origin-of-the-Congress-Kadlekai-%E0%B2%95%E0%B2%BE%E0%B2%82%E0%B2%97%E0%B3%8D%E0%B2%B0%E0%B3%86%E0%B2%B8%E0%B3%8D%E0%B2%B8%E0%B3%8D-%E0%B2%95%E0%B2%A1%E0%B2%B2%E0%B3%86-%E0%B2%95%E0%B2%BE%E0%B2%AF%E0%B2%BF">here</a>) from Bangalore, which I love for the combination of chilli powder, curry leaf, asafoetida and sugar that they seem to be spiced with. I usually have peanuts in stock thanks to The Spouse who thinks peanut chutney goes with anything and everything - from idlis to khichdi to biriyani.<br />
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I swiped his stocks and set out to make them but as I am always in fridge-cleaning and pantry-cleaning mode, I remembered the stock of za'tar I had and proceeded to use that. It didn't make a dent - I used only 1.5 tsp, but it made for a snack that had my colleagues at work compete for it. One of them said it woke her up, and hence the title of this post!<br />
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I used olive oil since it went with the za'tar, Mediterranean thing.<br />
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Extra-virgin olive oil: 2 tsp<br />
Turmeric: a pinch<br />
Za'tar: 1 tsp + some more<br />
Salt: 3/4 tsp of iodised fine salt, to begin with<br />
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Peanuts, roasted, skinned and halved: 300 gm<br />
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Heat the olive oil gently.
Continuing to keep it on low heat, mix the spices with the oil and heat for less than a minute.
Add the peanuts and mix well to ensure they are coated well with the spices.
After you take them off the stove, let them cool and taste for seasoning. Add some more of the salt and za'tar if you like.<br />
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Last year, I made this greeting to wish family and friends on Facebook a happy new year! The photo is mine, from my trip to Newport, Rhode Island in December 2014.<br />
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When I made it and found the words to go with it, I had no more hopes than my usual - that the year should not bring any earth-shaking changes and rock my boat, and that if there was any change, it should only be for the better. Then I forgot all about it as the year went by. (I even had a moment's trouble recently remembering the name of this place that I visited.)<br />
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When Facebook prodded me to 'See Your Memories' this New Year's Day, this greeting came up. I was surprised to see that I had actually done a few of those things it said.<br />
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I 'made some art' as the picture exhorted one to - I took to colouring late in 2015, in end-October or early November, and have been having a lot of fun. I know much has been written of its therapeutic and stress-busting value. I don't know about that, really. I'm not one to take to every new-age hobby or discipline and declare them a marvel but I enjoy it thoroughly. I have accumulated a bagful of sketch pens, pencils, a few paintbrushes, and three colouring books. I am also planning to go and buy a few paper supplies tomorrow. The pictures you see below are a mixture of the designs I've found on the Internet (search for 'adult colouring free prints') and those from my colouring books.<br />
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I've even arranged to go for a certain art class this Saturday!<br />
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I 'read and re-read some fine books' (A Spool of Blue Thread, The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up, Painting The Darkness, I Do Not Come To You By Chance, Animal, Vegetable, Miracle, and quite a few more, fiction and non-fiction).<br />
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I went on a completely unexpected trip - the nice part was that it was unexpected. The trip itself, well, let me say I was glad to have taken two days off for myself after the first three days which were important - I really found the time to unwind and not feel too bad about the earlier part.<br />
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I kissed someone who thinks I'm wonderful (my 7-year-old niece, who really does, but would never admit to it) dozens of times.<br />
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And I did 'surprise myself' with handling a certain challenge which I shall not discuss as I'm superstitious about it. Another thing I surprised myself with was getting off one of my two Facebook accounts and not missing it. It was linked to this blog but it wasn't delivering what I wanted it to and I decided I would no longer waste any time on it.<br />
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It has nothing to do with how I feel about this blog, though. I'm still keen on keeping it going. I haven't had the time in the last few months to do much blog-hopping either, given the pressures of my job, but I will set time aside for it once a week at least.<br />
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At home with my parents, I watched my cook make a favourite colocasia fry and got it right when I tried it in my kitchen. Now that was a solid achievement. It also reminds me of what one of my friends says, that cooking is one area where it's possible to get instant gratification.<br />
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Before I get to the ingredients, I'll tell you what I learnt first<br />
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Boil, not pressure cook, the colocasia. Keep poking it with a fork or a knife to check for just-doneness. If you pressure cook it, it gets squishy even with just one whistle.<br />
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Do not turn the pieces immediately after you have slid them into the oil. Just de-clump them if you have to, with the ladle, but don't turn them over deliberately. They have to fry a bit before being turned over. Once you turn them over, don't disturb them again till you see the colour deepening a little more - then use your good sense and sense of sight to determine when they are golden brown and then remove them from the oil.<br />
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Oil to deep fry (try deep frying in a small but deep vessel, I think we use up lesser oil that way)<br />
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Heat the oil well, lower the flame and then slide some of the colocasia pieces into the oil. Do not crowd them. Some will stick to each other. Separate them with the ladle. Let them fry for a minute and when you notice them turning brown, turn them over. Repeat the process as the colour deepens, once or twice, and remove them when they are a golden brown.<br />
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Put them on paper napkins so that the extra oil is absorbed.<br />
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Sprinkle salt and chilli powder little by little, tasting at each step, and mix lightly to coat with the spices.<br />
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I am very greedy when it comes to this dish but miraculously I managed to save some for The Spouse. So I guess the year did have some 'magic' that is mentioned in the greeting - it was magical that I wasn't so much of a glutton and he got to eat something he never would have otherwise. As for dreams and good madness - yes, there are always the dreams and the craziness in all spheres, too many examples to recount here.<br />
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How was your year? What did you do? Did you surprise yourself?<br />
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The same wishes are what I wish for you, and of course, I wish that we see more of each other this year, much more than before. Happy new year!<br />
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We could have grown up eating/drinking something but never have had more than a vague idea, if that, about what went into its making. Despite cooking for myself ever since I set up home, there are some things that I haven't made very often with success. I usually try them, give up, don't attempt it for years, then try again, give up, don't attempt ... you see the pattern emerging. Along the way, I even forget this particular dish exists, unless I have it somewhere else, or someone asks me to make it, which is when I make another supreme effort, and end up with a decent or even winning formula. This tomato chaaru/ rasam/ soup is one such.<br />
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Earlier this year, my niece and her parents came to spend a week with me in the summer. My<br />
sister-in-law said my niece had liked the tomato chaaru her aunt in Hyderabad had made and that she would likely relish another bout of it. How did that aunt make it? What followed was a rough guide - a little bit of this and that and that. Since the summer, I have evolved my own prescription for it and I am glad to say I have arrived at a combination of ingredients that makes a flavourful, spicy, thin soup, just the way I like it.<br />
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Tart tomatoes (I use the country/<i>naatu</i> varieties, you can add a few hybrid ones for their<br />
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Shallots/onion, chopped - about 1 tbsp<br />
Tamarind - 3-5 pieces, soaked just enough to be moistened<br />
Green chillies - 2-3<br />
Salt - about a teaspoon of iodised salt, to begin with<br />
Cloves - 2-3<br />
Garlic, smashed, without skin - 3-5<br />
Pepper, powdered - 1/2 -1 tsp<br />
Coriander powder - 1.5 tsp<br />
Jeera powder - 0.75 tsp<br />
Curry leaves<br />
Coriander - a big handful, chopped roughly<br />
Water<br />
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Make a plus sign in the tomatoes and boil them in water till the skins burst and you can peel<br />
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Tomatoes galore! I enjoyed seeing the variety.</div>
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Our hosts took us to this Italian restaurant where we ate a lot of ravioli. This ravioli in a basil tomato sauce was filled with ricotta cheese and spinach. This dish is vegetarian.</div>
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The first time I'm seeing rhubarb in the flesh. In the original form, that is. I've had a rhubarb pudding a long time ago.</div>
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I had been looking for tamales at Mexican restaurants here in India but had never found one. I was still in a tamale mood when I found a stall at the farmers' market on Ferry Plaza. It was filling but really very bland - I went on adding chillies to it from the accompaniments that were available. I may not have it again.</div>
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This was a starter at a nice but crowded restaurant our hosts took us to in Sausalito. It is made up of kale, jicama and pecorino.</div>
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This was the wild rucula, medjool dates and gorgonzola pizza we had there.<br />
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It's always a lot of fun to meet a blogger friend. I think of them as old friends who I'm meeting for the first time. ET, who has also been blogging for nine years, at <a href="http://evolvingtastes.blogspot.in/" target="_blank">Evolving Tastes</a>, and I met the day I was leaving San Francisco. We met at Ferry Plaza, my luggage in tow. She treated me to lunch at the Mexican restaurant there. I had a bean taco and a shrimp taco. </div>
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This was a pink lemonade in a shopping complex in Lafayette. I liked how the malls in California were not multi-storeyed but spread out. I rarely consume juices or drinks in India. But the ones in CA really had me thirsting for more. They were flavourful and not weighed down by sugar. I even had a couple with lavender in them. I think I would like to go back and try some more.</div>
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This was the lunch I treated myself to as I was roaming around Lafayette's main street. Tomatoes baked in feta with olives and walnut toast. Not bad at all!<br />
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And I leave you with this. No, I didn't dare.<br />
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This post could have had many other headlines: I Grilled A Cake, How My California Dream Died, Holding On To A Memory - and Failing, Salvage and Redemption, etc, etc. You get the drift.<br />
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I went on a work trip to San Francisco last month and was housed in a hotel fairly close to the piers. At Ferry Plaza, I came across a farmer's market twice during my 4-day stay there. On Pier 39, there was a fruit stall that carried glorious cherries and strawberries and several other fruit.The farmer's market was full of plums and peaches and I tasted each variety and bought lots and lots of fruit. The fruit was very sweet and juicy, unlike the tart plums and peaches we get here in India.<br />
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I should have left it at that and not tried to convert a memory into a reality, however impermanent. I came back the next week and promptly bought some small plums (locally known as alubukhara, I think) and four big ones. They are sometimes called nectarines, but mostly, they go by 'plum'. What's in a name, though? They were as sour as ever. California slipped away a little more.<br />
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There was no way I was going to strip the enamel off my teeth any further. I set about looking for recipes where I could use them in a cake or a pudding and came across several. Some of them were for something called a plum buckle. Naturally, I knew that was what I would try as I had never before come across anything called a buckle. It seemed fairly easy to make too.<br />
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I combined a few recipes I found on the Internet. I marvelled at my brainwave to use Yakult as a substitute for the buttermilk the recipe demanded. I was slightly perturbed when the plum pieces sank in and didn't look like rubies studding the batter, as they did in the pictures on the Internet. They will rise when it bakes, I told myself. I was not overly worried that the sugar still helped its crystal shape. I put it in to bake.<br />
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Almost immediately I smelt it burning. I thought it might have been the sugar melting - in the pack I used, the sugar came in large crystals and I added a little extra because the plums were really, really tart. "Do not overthink everything, just do it," I told myself (channelling my friend, not Nike), and resolutely let the timer tick 25 minutes off the dial.<br />
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The burning smell did not cease to waft. I gave in at the 26th minute, switched off the oven and checked. The top was charred. I stuck a knife into the centre and it came out moist. I baked it some more and cooled it for an hour. Then I flipped it over and while it looked really pretty, like a plum upside down cake, it was all gooey and eggy as the batter had not baked all the way to the bottom or all around the cake. It was a wonder it held its shape even after being flipped.<br />
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And then I noticed that the oven was in 'Grill' mode from a previous experiment, not in 'Bake' mode. No wonder the top got charred right away! No wonder it didn't bake all the way down or around. I changed the setting on the oven and baked it for 20 minutes.<br />
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I cooled it again, cut and discarded the charred portion, scraped the rest of it into a box and took it to the Refuge of Failed Experiments (aka The Office) where my indulgent colleagues ate it, giggling, and even complimented me. Though one of them took the trouble to tell me he didn't like it, and that one had to have imagination to call it a cake. I forgave him.<br />
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After all, I had been resourceful. Earlier, such experiments would have gone straight into the dustbin. I would have been sick with guilt over the time, materials and money wasted on the effort. But now, I had made the most of a bad deal. I had managed to get it out of my house where it would serve as a reminder of my guilt and managed, instead, to create some 'colleague delight'. I had forgiven myself by doing all this. And I will not forget to check the settings on the oven in a hurry, here on. I managed to get it out of my system.<br />
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mentioned my grandmother quite a few times in this blog. <a href="http://whenmysoupcamealive.blogspot.in/2008/06/not-unholy-combinations.html" target="_blank">Her breakfasts</a> were
quite surprising, I now realize. Growing up, I thought they were normal. Crisp ootappams
with tomato sauce, thick, well-browned chapattis served with a jaggery-sweet
and tamarind-sour onion gravy, and dosa with
lime pickle, not chutney, and especially not coconut chutney. Toast was another
regular item on the breakfast menu. By toast, I mean French Toast, but back
then, we just called it toast. I am pretty sure it was called Bombay
Toast in my other grandmother’s house. Only much later, I learnt it was called
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<span style="line-height: 115%;">Now I learn
French Toast is not just French, though it got the name ‘pain perdu’ (lost
bread, literally) from French bread, in whose nature it was to go stale quite quickly.
Lots of nations had thought of this sweet, puddingy mixture earlier, and ‘retrieved’
or ‘recovered the loss’ by soaking this bread in a mixture of milk and eggs and
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grandmother made this, it was quite a treat even though it was a regular. When
I was a kid, freshly baked bread wrapped in butter paper would be brought
around homes from the bakery. A man called Rahman from Hanuman Bakery would
come on his cycle, box attached to its rear. There would be fruit bread too, with
tutti-frutti in it. And bun. If the bread hadn’t been sliced that day, we would
slice it with a red-handled bread knife. Bakery or us, we would slice it pretty
thick, and it wouldn’t disintegrate like today’s does on being immersed for
just a few moments in the eggs and milk. It would come off the skillet moist
and hot and sugary, patches of brown adorning it where it got a little too roasted,
and transport me to heaven.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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cook back home nor I have been able to recreate that taste, but I keep trying
when the mood strikes me, and am often disappointed. It is flimsy, and no amount of sugar can
make it sweet enough. I rarely eat bread, and the loaves are too big for my
liking so when I am not giving away the majority of it to the person who works
for me, I try to make some French Toast. Bread upma, too, but maybe I’ll
have a story about it another day.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;">Last week,
it seemed as if the stars were in alignment for me to use up some bread which
had seemed ‘perdu’ the moment I opened the pack, just an hour after I had
purchased it from the departmental store. It was rough and dry. I masticated my
way through four slices over two days and could take it no more, when the local
newspaper carried <a href="http://www.thehindu.com/todays-paper/tp-features/tp-metroplus/french-toast-casserole/article7339896.ece" target="_blank">a recipe</a> for French Toast casserole. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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did my own thing with a few substitutions. To begin with, it was a slow cooker
recipe; I only had an oven. I had opened a pack of tinned peaches to make
dessert for a potluck a few days earlier. I had bought the peaches (and
pineapple and cherries) in May to make something for guests but never did. I
used up quite a few things that were lying unused around the house. The recipe
below contains my substitutions, while the rest is from the newspaper. (No
credit was given, probably because it was no one person’s invention. The
Internet is awash with recipes for French Toast casserole.)<span style="font-size: 18pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #3b3a39; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">Whole eggs - 2</span><span style="color: #3b3a39; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #3b3a39; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">Egg whites - 2</span><span style="color: #3b3a39; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #3b3a39; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">Milk – 1.5 cups </span><span style="color: #3b3a39; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #3b3a39; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">Honey - 2 tbsp <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #3b3a39; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">Cinnamon – ½ tsp<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #3b3a39; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">Plain white bread – 10 slices</span><span style="color: #3b3a39; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #3b3a39; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">For the filling:</span><span style="color: #3b3a39; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #3b3a39; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">Tinned peaches, chopped roughly – 3 cups</span><span style="color: #3b3a39; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #3b3a39; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">Almonds and cashews,
chopped – 1/3 cup<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #3b3a39; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">Raisins – a handful<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #3b3a39; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">Cinnamon – ½ tsp</span><span style="color: #3b3a39; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #3b3a39; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">Put the first six ingredients in a medium mixing
bowl and whisk to combine. Lightly spray the inside of a slow cooker with
non-stick cooking spray or grease lightly with oil.</span><span style="color: #3b3a39; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #3b3a39; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">Combine the ingredients for filling in a small
mixing bowl and stir to coat peaches; set aside.</span><span style="color: #3b3a39; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #3b3a39; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">Cut bread slices into triangles. Layer a greased
dish with some slices, add some of the filling and repeat until there are three
layers of bread. End with a layer of filling.</span><span style="color: #3b3a39; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #3b3a39; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">Pour the egg mixture over bread. Bake for about
30-35 minutes at 160 C</span><span style="color: #3b3a39; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;">It was nice
enough and I had it for breakfast for a few days. It tasted good both cold and
warm. You can have it for dessert too. Bon appétit!<span style="font-size: 18pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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So I've figured out that this is a nice way to break what seems to me like interminable silences on my blog - put out a record of stuff that you've learned from the Internet. Barbecued poha, fantastic chicken curry, a discovery of ramen, there's quite a bit on the menu.<br />
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The most recent was this poha mixture, which I thought started off well, but in reality absorbed too much of the smoke from the ingredients that I fried ahead of mixing them into the poha. It tasted downright barbecued by evening. Repairing it by adding some more plain poha helped but I had wearied of the project by then and I gave it away.<br />
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Then, very unlike myself these days, I craved some spicy chicken curry that would remind me of homely flavours. I looked for 'Andhra Chicken Curry' and came across <a href="http://amma-cheppindi.blogspot.in/2006/11/kodi-kura-chicken-curry.html" target="_blank">this recipe</a>. At first, I thought I would use the commercial garam masala that I had stocked in the kitchen, but found a lot of comments in that post saying the masala recipe given there was just right so I went ahead and made it, with good results. This is never how chicken curry looked in my home but it always looked like this at many others'. I followed the recipe to the T, didn't even stint on the amount of oil as I usually do.<br />
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I got very fascinated by ramen noodles (instant noodles) just before the controversy about many two-minute noodle brands being contaminated in India broke out. One recipe I read suggested not using the tastemaker in the noodles, but cooking them up with vegetables et al. I had also finally bought a bottle of Sriracha after hearing so much about it on the Internet.<br />
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I was very, very disappointed that the Sriracha (I learn it's pronounced Seeracha) was quite ordinary, another version of the 'hot and sweet' sauce that most brands in India carry. I thought it would be Something Else! Now I've got a huge bottle (there weren't any small ones) and no appetite for it. Gah! And the noodles? The less said about them, the better. Suffice it to say they tasted of upma!<br />
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I attempted my hand at a microwave mug cake. As usual, I plunged in headlong, the recipe a half-baked (pun wholly unintended) affair of vague memories from the Internet and my own callousness of not checking it once more. I used two tablespoons of floor, a small pinch of baking powder and two eggs. I arranged some nuts at the base of the baking dish and poured the batter in. After it baked, I warmed some plum jam with water and poured it over the sauce. It was tough, inedible. I threw it away.<br />
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Finally: It's not often that I get to hear of dishes that have been made after reading my blog. Finla of <a href="http://www.mykitchentreasures.com/" target="_blank">My Kitchen Treasures</a> saw a picture of the fried eggs my aunt had made for me in the US and replicated it with her own choice of herbs and spices.<br />
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Here is Finla's picture, which she was kindly sent me. She added chives and Turkish pepper.<br />
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And here's my aunt's version, with dill and chives<br />
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