Always on a Sunday

Another guest post from one of my two most prolific contributors – my aunt Malathi Mohan (the other being my daughter Kanchana). This is one of the dishes she really makes best. A little about this aunt of mine – a nutritionist who put the fear of god in the form of healthy calories 😉 into us from when we were little – the effects have been lasting for many of us spread across the globe! Also the youngest aunt, she was always willing to run and play pranks and joke with us , teaching us the most horrible and inappropriate songs like “Rickety Tickety Tin” (gory to the core!) and “Never on a Sunday” – the latter, it took my slow brain years to catch on – was a song sung by a lady – ahem – belonging to the oldest profession on earth!
 
My aunt ran a restaurant in Bangalore for a few years in the seventies and we other cousins envied her two sons – Shyam and Madhu – imagine living above a restaurant and being able to eat “vadas” every day! Then one summer the mystique was torn away rather rudely – her sons, who were spending the summer with us – were more than happy to eat parathas and eggs at our place.Why? Because live above a restaurant as they might, their nutrition-conscious mother insisted on idlis only for breakfast EVERY DAY – eeuuuuggghhh! This was at a stage when idlis were our least favourite things in life (along with rasam!) and so our envy turned into… ayyoo paapam! 
 
And so… now in retribution, her sons demand this of her every Sunday they are in town!!! The revenge of the idlis!
 
AKKI  ROTTI
 
This popular recipe is a dish from Karnataka and Coorg with some variations. Basically, it is a dish made in rural areas, it is made quite thick (perhaps why it is called ‘Rotti’) and soft with lots of chilli, curry leaf and kothmir. Addition of onion and pulses like Avarai kaalu improves taste and nutrition as it is made of plain rice flour. I learnt it from my mother-in-law who was from Bangalore, sorry, Bengaluru. My first impression of the thick rotti was not favourable, till I tasted the crisper parts where the rotti was pressed thinly. So, I make my version as thin and crisp and these are a great favourite with my sons Shyam and Madhu. They say I should not ask them what to make for breakfast… Akki rotti always on a Sunday!! With this regular experience, I have become an expert at Akki rotti! So, here goes

 
Rice flour 2 cups
Onion 1 big, chopped very fine
Hing œ tsp
 Jeera  1 tsp.
Green chilli  2 or 3 chopped very fine
Curry leaf and coriander leaf, chopped fine
Coconut gratings  3 Tbsp  ( optional )
Salt 1 tsp
Water 200 to 250 ml. ( 1 glass )
Mochai / mochakottai / avaraii/lablab beans – a handful.
Method: Mix all ingredients together, excepting water. Taste and correct for salt. Mix with water gradually to make a soft dough. Divide into 5 or 6 portions
 
Take a dry kadai, pour 2 tsp oil, spread the oil with fingers on the inner surface (NOT when it’s hot, silly!). Take a ball of the dough and spread it evenly in the kadai, with your fingers. Make a hole in the centre for even cooking I presume.
 
Cook on a hot flame, moving the kadai around to cook evenly all round till the edges start separating from the surface. Ease it out and serve hot with ghee (op), pickle or chutney. For some, no accompaniment is required as the rotti is tasty by itself.”
 
And, unlike the naughty lady in the song, you can eat this any day of the week! 
 
To avoid scorching your fingers, for the next rotti, the kadai has to be cooled under running water, dried and spread again, or use 2 or 3 kadais.
 
In the above Rotti, I have added ‘mochai’ or avarai kalu. You can see both sides of the cooked rotti.

The “tail” of the dog and a beach chase!

“Ow, ow,ow
 OOOOWWW
 ”, squeals a little Pomeranian before taking off down the beach, its owner in hot pursuit
 I pick up Kanch who is only about a year old and is just getting her “beach legs” – toddle on the beach sand without losing her balance and falling down and scuttle behind him. Archana runs behind me, not wanting to be left alone


About a couple of hundred yards later, the owner catches the terrified dog, I come up puffing and panting with running with a baby in my arms, gasping out my apologies to the owner
 Arch bringing up the rear…

About ten minutes earlier, the Pomeranian, like most of its breed, had been yapping its head off at some imagined enemy. Archana was trying to cover her ears as the high-pitched barking was getting to all of us. Kanch, interestedly watching this scene with her fingers firmly in her mouth, decided she’d had enough of this nasty little intruder and walking up behind the unwary dog, caught hold of its fiercely wagging tail (with the other hand still in her mouth!) and gave it an almighty yank! That was the start of the great beach chase and subsequent apologies to the owner on my part! Owner and Peke mollified, we all traipsed back together – with the most peacefully beatific expression on the face of the puller-of-the-dog’s-tail, as though to say, “Who, me?!”

As always, the simplest and the most straightforward solutions appealed to Kanch – barking dog annoying her Akka? – let’s stop it by the most expedient means ! Consequences? We’ll take care of them – oh well, someone will!

In food, too, while she does enjoy the occasional many-hours-in-the-creation dish, K’s preference runs in the direction of simple – like this herbed, peppered rice – simplicity itself to make!

MEDITERRANEAN HERBED BUTTERED RICE

  • Cooked Basmati rice – 3 cups – the grains must be separate  
  • Onions – sliced fine – œ cup
  • Mixed capsicums – yellow, red and green –in case of doubts, please look at the top left hand corner of this page (!) – cut into strips of about an inch long – 2 cups
  • Boiled peas – 1/2 cup
  • Herbes de Provence/dill/ basil or mixed herbs – 1.5 tsp
  • Butter – 1 .5 tbsp
  • Tomato purĂ©e – 2 tbsp
  • Salt
  • Pepper – 1.2 tsp
  • Minced green chili – 1
  • Minced garlic – 1 or 2 flakes

Place a pan on the heat and add butter, onions and chili together. Sauté till onions are transparent but still crunchy. Add the capsicums and continue to stir on high heat for 3-4 minutes. Add the herbs, tomato purée, herbs, pepper and salt and boiled peas. Stir for a couple of minutes more and add the rice. Mix in gently with a fork keeping the rice grains intact. Decorate with tomato slices. Switch off and cover for a few minutes before serving. The tomatoes will have begun to soften a bit but a juicy and delicious.

Best accompanied by Hair of the Dog!

Of corncobs and donkeys!

 

“Do you like cholam?”(corn)

“What’s that?”

“Vekkam illai!”

“What’s THAT?”

Having a conversation with Vasavi, a seven year old friend of Archana’s as we are driving home after school for tea and asking her whether she’d like corn (cholam) for tea. Growing up in Madras of Tamil-speaking parents, I’d assumed kids would have a working knowledge of the language – not to be – including mine! My response “Vekkam illai” – was to tell the kids that they ought to be ashamed of themselves for not speaking their mother tongue / local lingo whatever! 

Children of couples with different languages – like me – end up like the proverbial dhobi ka gadha – na ghar ka na ghat ka – speaking only English as their common language – the changing face of India today!

Thus began a campaign to teach them languages. Our car pool usually had four or five kids on the way to and from school so it was easy to make a game of it. I’d throw a word – either in English or Tamil or Hindi and the kids had to respond with synonyms or as close as they could get to it in the other two languages! Telugu was added to make it more fun occasionally. Instant carrots and no sticks for wrong guesses except the risk of being called a “kazhidai” (donkey)!  Vocabulary improved hugely over the next few months, including (inadvertantly) some choice ones I’d use to yell at other drivers on the road! Hey, these are Indian roads and we all know what the traffic is like! Expletives were obviously picked up much more easily and never forgotten as they came back to haunt me years later when I yelled at one of the kids – “Where on earth DID you learn language like that????! I’d ask only to be told “From you! Remember that day on that road when that chap cut across in front of you… etc. etc… ” Now if only they had as good a memory for a Physics problem, we’d have a nation of Newtons!

So here’s the cholam we had for tea that first day!

CORN CURRY WITH TOAST

œ kg boiled American sweet corn – or – 4 corncobs – boil and dehusk

5 large tomatoes – blanch, peel and chop

1 large onion – sliced

6 cashewnuts + 1” piece ginger +2 flakes garlic + 2 pods cardamom – grind all together into a fine paste.

1 green chili – finely chopped

1 tsp red chilli pwd

œ tsp jeera pwd

œ tsp sugar

Salt to taste

1 tsp ketchup

1tbsp oil + 1 tbsp butter

1 tbsp cream or 2 tbsp hot milk

1 tsp kasooti methi

1 tbsp chopped coriander

Heat oil in a saucepan. Fry onions till brown. Remove and purée onions and tomatoes together.

Add butter to saucepan, heat and add jeera and chopped green chilli. Then add sugar and the tomato  purĂ©e, chilli pwd and ketchup.  Add cashew paste  and bring to boil. Add corn kernels and salt. Cover and cook till the raw tomato smell is gone. Add kasooti methi and mix. Switch off. Add cream or milk and swirl it in. Garnish with coriander and serve with hot buttered toast.

 

4 states

I HAVE to start with a BIG thank you to all my readers, commentators, contributors who’ve patiently been putting up with and even strangely encouraging me to put up my stories and food – guys, without you, this blog would have died of disuse, wasting away, consumption, general Victorian ‘decline’ and had a obituary reading something like ” she was SO good at marbles when she was just 4 days old” or something like that because one HAS to say something good about even a dead blog, no? Instead of that, I have become hooked on to the writing, story telling, checking for comments in the middle of the night and generally all the hallmarks of a successful addict! So THANK YOU! and this thanks comes with a special edition of a everyday dish in 4 of the Southern states – a rap to rasam (‘coz an ode to rasam would have been sooo boring!)

“Chachhaara, edchaara? Chachhaara, edchaara?”  repeats the waiter as he comes serving down the long line of waiting bright green plantain leaves and hungry faces towards him. I stare at him in disbelief – did he just ask us if we had died (chachhaara)  or cried (edchaara)?

Then he comes closer and I see that he is serving out rasam/ chaaru/ saar/ mulligatawny (to Anglicise it) and figure out that what he was offering was a choice of cold rasam (challa chaaru) and hot rasam (vedi chaaru)! Delivered at breakneck speed, it sounded like he was wishing us either dead or weepy! 

The links between the languages (as also the cuisines) of the South of India are close but yet so far… causing innumerable confusions in the life of someone who’s lived in and claims a heritage from three of these! 

On another occasion (I may have told this tale earlier), my brother and I as very small children were inveigled into having this selfsame chaaru mistaking the Tamil rasam to mean the same as what it means in Telugu – which is “juice”. Hoping to be served a nice, sweet (very sweet to suit our tastes!) lemonade at a wedding where our tongues were on fire with the food, we called the “rasam” waiter over – only to have what was then our least-favourite dish – watery chaaru / rasam – splashed all over our plantain leaves! And if you’ve ever had to chase a rasam all over a leaf without getting it on your pattu paavadai, well, you’re a better man than I am, Gunga Din!

Today’s post is in honour of four of the South Indian states and a dish which is made across all of these but with very different results- rasam/ chaaru/ saar/ saaru being featured.

My contributor for the Mysore saaru is my aunt Indu Hangal (brilliant cook when she’s not teaching Math!!), for the Andhra ulavala chaaru is Padmaja Nanduri (P.V.Padmaja from my school days), who’s sent me an unusual and yumy ulavala chaaru (horsegram chaaru) recipe, Shruti Nargundkar on the Maharashtrian ‘tomato saar’ – the lady who inspired me to start this whole blog and Hema Sekhar – my co-sister (if ever there was a case for including a term in the OED, this is it – what could be more decriptive??!), co-incidentally also a Math teacher and a great cook! Hmm… am beginning to wonder whether all those stories about bhindi and brain power also apply to rasam and the lil’ grey cells!

MYSORE RASAM (drinking type)- courtesy Indu Hangal

  • Tamarind paste – 1 tsp
  • The watery liquid from the top of boiled toor dal – 1 cup
  • Tomatoes – 2 – cut into chunks or whizzed in the mixer for a second – not pureed
  • Rasam powder – 3 tsp (please see my previous post on pineapple rasam for the recipe for ‘correct’ saarin podi) link : http://anuchenji.com/blog/dad-kitchen%E2%80%A6-pineapple-rasam
  • Asafoetida – 1large pinch
  • Jaggery – 1/2 tsp
  • Salt
  • Water – 2 -3 cups

To temper:

  • Ghee (and no, there is no substitute!) – 1 tbsp
  • Curry leaves – 2 sprigs
  • Mustard seeds – 1/2 tsp
  • Peppercorns – 5-6
  • Jeera – cumin seeds – 1/2 tsp
  • Coriander leaves chopped – 1 tbsp

Boil all the ingredients (except for tempering ones) together till the raw smell of tomato is gone. Switch off, temper and add coriander. Serve with hot rice for the most basic of comfort foods of a South Indian!

 

From my childhood friend and classmate, Padmaja (Nanduri), comes this yummy recipe for an authentic Andhra ulava chaaru

ULAVA CHAARU (HORSEGRAM RASAM) courtesy Padmaja Nanduri

  • 100 gm ulavalu-soak overnight. The next day, boil and grind. Reserve the water in which the gram was soaked.
  • Lemon sized ball of tamarind – soak and extract the juice.
  • Ginger garlic paste – 1 tsp
  • Turmeric powder
  • Salt

For tempering :

  • Mustard seeds – 1/2 tsp
  • Jeera – cumin seeds- 1/2 tsp
  • Methi – fenugreek seeds – 1/2 tsp
  • Red chilies – 3 or 4 – broken
  • Curry leaves – 2 sprigs
  • Coriander leaves – 2 tbsp

Mix the ground ulavalu with the water used for soaking.

In a deep vessel, heat oil or ghee for tempering. Temper with mustard, methi, jeera and red chilies.Add the curry leaves and fry. Add ginger garlic paste and fry for another minute.Add turmeric, ulavalu and tamarind water. Add salt and bring to the boil. Check the seasoning. Let the chaaru thicken. Add coriander leaves and switch off. Serve with hot rice and ghee. Pass GO and collect $200 as you straight to heaven!

 OF SOUPS AND SAARS – Recipe and story courtesy Shruti Nargundkar 

Maharashtrian Tomato Saar

“Saadhu aisa chahiye, jaisa soop subhay

Saar saar ko gahi rahe, thotha de udaay”

Savita Behenji is explaining “dohe” couplets by the poet saint Kabir. 

“What soup is Kabirdaas talking about?” She asks the silent class. 

Questions like this weren’t appreciated during the pre-lunch Hindi lesson. 

A precocious young me, used to (read – forced to) helping Aai at home winnow wheat and jowar in preparation of sending the grain to the local flourmill, smiled smugly as no one in the class answered.

Not only could I winnow the chaff from grain quite expertly, but also sift large stones and clumps of dirt with the large bamboo sieve. I could also proudly pan stones from soaking grains using the two-basin method with the panache of a prospector.What more, I could clean mustard seeds and poppy seeds by placing them in a metal plate and tilting it at an angle of about 30 degrees and pushing the playful pips up. The chaff stayed on the top while the clean kernels rolled to the bottom. 

I was to realise the therapeutic value of cleaning stuff only much later in life.  but really, how many 10-12 year olds studying in a “convent” school could/would do these chores? Even forty years ago


For the life of me, I can’t understand, nor pardon, those who use the word “convent” to denote any/all boys/girls/coed English medium schools.

I am as humble as Savita Behenji is funny.

“Behenji, the soop is a winnow.” I proffer, putting an end to the little pogrom she had in mind.  I know she wanted to string us out for a while longer, leading the class to discover that the “soop” in question was a winnow. 

Tomato Saar, tomato soup
 behenji’s “teacher” jokes would have killed us, if extreme hunger hadn’t already done so. Thwarted, Behenji goes on to describe how Kabir likens a wise man to a winnow that keeps the grain of good sense, while blowing the chaff of “non-sense” away. 

The bell rings for lunch just then, and my classmates’ looks of envy are replaced with gratitude. 

Good sense has prevailed. It’s time to turn to the saar.

TOMATO SAAR 

Ingredients

  • 1 cup canned, chopped/crushed tomatoes (canned tomatoes work the best for soups and saar)
  • Ÿ cup coconut milk, first extract (I use canned coconut milk)
  • 1-2 shallots, chopped 1 tsp chopped garlic
  • 1 small green chilli
  • 1 tsp oil
  • Ÿ tsp toasted cumin 
  • ÂŒ tsp freshly ground black pepper 
  • Coriander for garnish
  • Salt and sugar to taste
  • Water as required

Method

Heat a saucepan and a tsp of oil. Lightly sautĂ© the chopped shallot, garlic and green chilli. Blend with the tomato, cumin and pepper into a smooth puree using a stick blender (or mixer). 

Add water to the blended puree to adjust the consistency and bring it to a boil and then lower the heat and let the soup simmer for a while until a bright orange foam forms on the surface. 

Add the salt, sugar and then introduce the coconut milk. Do not boil much after this stage. Check and adjust the flavours. 

Garnish with the chopped coriander and serve hot with khichadi, masaley bhaat, vaangi bhaat or even plain rice. 

Or slurp it up in a cup. 

The epitome of everything essential to warm the cockles of your heart, this soup is for keeps. 

I am sure Kabir had this soup in mind when penning the doha. 

TAMIL RASAM – recipe courtesy Hema Sekhar

  •  Rasam (1L- serves 4)
  • Small Amla size tamarind-soak and extract
  • Salt to taste
  • Turmeric- 1/4 tsp
  • 1 tomato 
  • Rasam powder – 1 heaped tsp
  • 2 tablespoon tuvar dal wash and cook and keep aside
  • 1/2 tsp pepper and 1/4 tsp jeera crushed 
  • 1 small piece hing
  • 1 sprig curry leaves
  • Coriander chopped 1 tablespoon 
  • 1 teaspoon ghee 
  • Mustard to temper 

Method

In a white tin (often mistaken for lead) vessel (to give added flavour- iyyachombu) boil tamarind water, salt, Hing and turmeric and keep on flame. In a small pan, pour ghee, fry mustard, curry leaves, half tomato cut into pieces, then pepper and Jeera and rasam powder. Once mustard splutters, put this into the tamarind water. In 5 minutes, mix enough water into the cooked dal, and pour into the boiling mixture with tomato pieces.Watch till froth appears on the top and switch off. Put in coriander leaves.(Must not boil to preserve flavour)

All purpose podi :

  • 250g red chilli powder 
  • 200g corriander seeds
  • 120g Bengal gram dal
  • 100g tuvar dal
  • 1 tablespoon pepper 
  • 1 tsp jeera 

Dry roast each ingredient slightly, separately. And powder. Into the last mixing stage, add 1 tablespoon turmeric powder. Mix and bottle.

For those of you who think rasam/saaru is a boring old dish, here’s a rap to rasam to sex up the dish – i think! And if you don’t like my song, well go make some rasam!
 
“What the world is in that can, what you got in that can
Looks like dirty water, tastes like nothing can
Holy s***, gimme more, gimme, gimme, gimme the whole can
Yo maami,…hey maami, you really is the man..
the man who can…..gimme, gimme,gimme the whole can”
 

FOOD FIT FOR A KING……… ‘S HORSES – AN ODE TO OATMEAL!

A very special guest blogger today – the most avid commentator on my blog who has done much to motivate me to continue whether I am peering out with one eye bandaged, on the train or otherwise disabled – my cousin Ramanamurthy Nemali – the oldest cousin whose lead we all followed as little kids!
 
Thank you, Ramana, for an awesome story!
 
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Growing up in the Hyderabad (India) of the early 1960’s I was very fortunate to be introduced to the wonders of reading by my beloved aunt, Malathi Mohan. She patiently read to me page after page after page of these most incredible books and before long, just to find out what happened next, I was well on my way – thus beginning a love of reading, even to this day, of anything that comes my way – books, magazines, newspapers, neighborhood flyers, obituary columns, and in this modern era, blogs, tweets, grams and even… every single FB post!  Thank you very much Malathattha, you don’t know how much this love of reading you have inculcated has meant to me.
 
The first book she read to me was Mr. Galliano’s Circus by Enid Blyton and the next several years were devoted to the wonderful world that Enid Blyton wove for children – Brer Rabbit, The Five Find Outers (Fatty was my absolute favorite character well into my teens!), The Famous Five, The River, Stream, Mountain etc of Life series, I’d even read my sister, Devika Valluri’s Mallory Towers and other school girl series when my own book supply dried up!
 
It was while reading Brer Rabbit that I first came across a reference to Porridge. The lady of the house makes this most delectable dish, leaves it outside on the window sill to set, and before the blink of an eye, Brer Rabbit and his merry band of marauders have made short work of the dish. And they do this time after time, leaving the poor lady harried and helpless. The way Enid describes it, I could practically smell the delectable aromas wafting my way from the window sill and kindling a lifelong curiosity to taste this dish. And that is where matters lay for a long while.
 
Now, fast forward to Colorado Springs, Colorado, USA of the late 1980’s. I had just heard a grim diagnosis from my Doctor  of very elevated Cholesterol levels (alas! those endless days of vada, bajji and pakoda feasts finally came home to roost) and all the gory prognosis if left unchecked….and…I was advised to eat oatmeal for breakfast among many other dietary and lifestyle changes. Talk of an outsized punishment for what I considered a minor infraction! And so it continued for precisely the next 20 years. I am normally a high energy, bubbly person, but those 15 minutes at breakfast every single day put a real damper on my spirits and no amount of diversion (reading my favorite paper, listening to my favorite songs, even watching my favorite Amitabh dialogues, nothing would lift them.
 
And then, in 2008, I had to rush to an early meeting at work and after finishing that went into the break room to make my breakfast of the ubiquitous oatmeal (in convenient packets to which hot water had to be added for just such an occasion). A British colleague standing next to me observed, “Ah! Porridge for breakfast aye”?  What! it was only his chance remark that enlightened me to the fact Porridge for the Brits equals Oatmeal for the Yanks! indeed, two nations divided by the same language!
 
What a moment of epiphany that was! Of course, this was that delectable dish of my childhood dreams I used to salivate about and to think for 20 long years I had detested it with all my heart! Breakfast took on a whole new meaning and there was a song in my heart and a spring in my step now that was markedly absent all these years. And yes, all things being equal it does keep that cholesterol in check. So herewith, a recipe that celebrates the humble oats, a grain that was fed to the King’s horses at one time, but has magical medicinal properties far beyond its humble origins.
 
Having eaten this regularly for the past 26 years, I can’t say I gallop quite at equine speeds today, but I have definitely been known to neigh and snort every now and then! Who knows, you too might one day!
 
Recipe courtesy my ever beautiful wife who gets more beautiful by the day, Rima Nemali:
 
STEEL CUT OATS
Recipe comfortably feeds 4
 
– Add 1 cup of oatmeal to about 3 cups of water in a cooking vessel and heat on high heat.
– Add 1 tsp of sea salt to the above mix while continuing to stir
– Add a pinch of Vanilla extract (this was the root of the delectable aromas that attracted Brer Rabbit and his friends!) 
– Once this mix comes to the beginning stages of boil, reduce to LOW HEAT and cover the dish.
– Allow it to cook for 20 – 25 minutes.
– Then remove it from the stove, and while still hot, add 2-3 tsp of Honey, half a cup of milk, stir and allow it to cool for a little bit.
– Keep a wary eye out for Rabbits and other mysterious creatures that can make away with this delectable dish!
– After it cools, garnish with almonds, walnuts, pecans, raisins (one, all or any combination) and serve.
– Makes for a very filling and healthy breakfast – ENJOY!
 
Note: For Rolled Oats,  considerably reduce the heating time . You will need to heat for just 2 or 3 minutes.”