Of travel and airline food and polar ice caps and kale!

kale and white bean soup

Okayy, folks, have been sending travel bulletins to some people and someone suggested that I blog these as well – so you don’t miss the American culinary adventures of yours truly!

My very first trip to Amreeka – only heard all the hoopla – never seen it so far.

We leave Madras (sorry but I cannot think of it as Chennai still – some fifteen years after its name was changed – “Chennai” still feels like some kind of imposter who snuck in in the middle of the night and took possession as the family snored and the cock didn’t crowed (aren’t you glad I’m not writing a poetry blog??!)

Had to leave that sentence halfway through ‘coz I didn’t know where it was going – took a bit of a wrong turn!

So our flight is at some 4 o’clock in the morning and we had to leave home at just past midnight. That was fine but in HOOOOOTTTT Madras, dressed in as little as you can get away with without the pakkath-aathu-maama (next door neighbour uncle-ji!) getting either an eyeful or a heart attack, we had to think about what the weather in Chicago would be like when we landed and then dress! I also thought that flying over the polar ice cap would shiver my timbers just by looking at it!

Husband being master organiser (it takes years of training, all ye spouses who hate organising, but you can do it!! :)), had managed to get hold of the emergency exit seats – with loads of room in front to stretch legs (don’t have much to stretch being of that generation which stopped growing soon after crossing the 150 cm mark! – but it felt luxurious to think I could if I needed to!). At some 4.30 in the morning, the stewardess serves us a meal – weird time but whatever, time adjustment blah, blah! – but Emirates serves us the most AWFUL meal ever – most of it is unidentifiable – brown and glutinous things which look like the swamp thing – urrr!

We land at Dubai and I’m hungry – my stomach along with my head have forgotten what the time is supposed to be – we have a croissant each at a coffee shop – I love the buttery things so am happy. Why the fatty stuff ? One needs to gird up for travel, you know!

We get bumped up to Biz class at boarding after some high-level manoeuvring by hubby – yippee – I sure could get used to this! (Noticing the transformation to Americanisms as we go west? That is also part of the girding up process – when in Amreeka etc. etc.)

Had a super flight made very super-er by some great champagne (never liked it earlier but now it shall be MY tipple!) while PS sat by my side sipping his… APPLE JUICE – like a good gouty boy!

Slept – very, very well – cocooned in our business class cubicles ;)!

Also watched three movies – one hoary old Cat on a Hot Tin Roof – Liz Taylor very very nice , Paul Newman poutingly hot – though I wanted to SMACK him at times! One Kevin Costner thingy called Black and White or maybe it was Black or White – whatever – it was entirely forgettable.

And a Telugu movie called Pandavulu, Pandavulu something – which was quite hilariously enjoyable.

Flew over the polar ice cap in bright afternoon sunshine – wanted my sunglasses on the flight! But I can’t tell you just how exciting it is – TOO MUCH! Took photos out of the window with the little camera.

Also ate many foods – some strange ones as well – and for the first time – kale in a salad – WHY would anyone want to eat something so bitter???!

Some brilliant chocolates, very polite stewardesses and a VERY good looking steward who took VERY good care of me!

We BREEZED through customs and Immigration – with hubby making small talk and chatting up EVERYONE – including one immigration chappie – with whom he chatted about food, told him about my blog, gave him the blog address and told him we’ll be waiting for him to comment! Enough, you think? No way, Senor Roddy now has a standing invitation to visit India where WE will be happy to take him around!

With some manoeuvring, we managed to get the 2 big plus 2 small suitcases to another terminal by an inner train and then by local train to somewhere in a suburb – where daughter met us. Much emotional stuff happened with three Indians, of whom one was a very shiver-y Indian – Chicago is cold… brrrr… !  Then we walked – some 15 minutes – to where we’re staying. Climbed two flights of stairs to this b&b – very nice couple – who were very welcoming. Already beginning to appreciate the luxury of India where there’s always someone to do stuff for one!

AND this whole affair – from Chennai airport to the b&b – we DIDN’T sweat! “Awesome” it was – to creatively coin a new word – what did you expect after an almost whole day’s journey?!

Had a cuppa and then went out to eat – to a vegan+ veggie place – nice dinner. I sat down and was congratulating myself on my ability to travel without jet lag 😉 – and then the next second, thought I was going to PASS OUT – biggo hitto of jet laggo!

All’s well that ended with a BIG sleep – NO ONE told me i snored!

 And here’s part of that first meal in a Chicago diner – feeling like I belong with Don Corleone as I say that! I didn’t make it – I just ate it!

CANNELINI AND KALE SOUP

INGREDIENTS

  • 3 tablespoons extra-virgin olive oil
  • 2 onions, chopped
  • Chopped carrots – 1 cup
  • Salt and pepper
  • 4 garlic cloves, minced, plus 2 garlic cloves, thinly sliced – optional
  • 1 tsp thyme
  • 1/4 teaspoon red chilli powder
  • Cannellini beans (2 cups) soaked overnight
  • 6 cups water
  • 1 dried bay leaf
  • 1/4 kg kale stems and centre ribs removed, leaves sliced crosswise 1/2 inch thick

DIRECTIONS

  1. Heat 1 tablespoon oil in large pot over medium heat. Cook onions until just softened, about 5 minutes. Add salt and carrots. Stir in minced garlic, thyme, and red chili powder. Cook for 1 minute.
  2. Drain and rinse cannellini beans. Add to pan with water and bay leaf. Bring to a boil. Reduce heat simmer, covered, until beans are tender, about 45 minutes. Let cool slightly. Discard bay leaf.
  3. Working in batches, puree soup in a blender until smooth, transferring it to another pot.
  4. Bring soup to a simmer. Stir in kale and 1/4 teaspoon pepper. Simmer until kale is tender, about 15 minutes.
  5. Meanwhile, heat remaining 2 tablespoons oil in a small skillet over medium-low heat. Cook sliced garlic, stirring often, until crisp and golden, 1 to 2 minutes. Transfer garlic to a plate using a slotted spoon. Reserve garlic oil.
  6. Divide soup among 6 bowls. Garnish with garlic chips, and drizzle with garlic oil.

Changing my opinion about kale – it is rather nice! Also ate a quinoa chili – and liked it very much indeed except that they put too much tomato in everything! I think America grows so much-o tomato thay have to use it up somehow! And btw, just before I passed out  (almost) on the table, I saw a guy adding ketchup to his bowl of quinoa chili – maybe that had something to do with the passing out too!

Of exams and other forms of warfare!

lobia

lobia lobia

It’s that time of the year again – exams and combined studies and sweating through power cuts and candlelit study sessions as young people in millions of households prepare for the dreaded public exams.

Reams are written every year about how stressful these are and solutions are proposed – only to be equally promptly disposed of by god… oops, sorry, I meant to say the various examination boards – the powers that be.

And the exams go on… midnight oil is burnt, stress takes its toll – both on students and teachers.

That’s right – teachers too are not just up to preparing kids for exams. The stress continues – with marking of answer sheets and deciding the fate of some poor hopeful soul sitting in Asansol or some other remote place…

It’s really a wonder that more teachers don’t take to drink – considering the kind of answer sheets they have to correct.

In every life, however, some rain must fall and in a teacher’s life, this comes, amongst other things, as hilarious answers to questions.

Let’s take a look at this year’s crop: (actual answers, btw!)

Q: Calculate something, something, something… in the Math paper

A: …and this is how you make the most awesome chicken sambar that I had last week

  • chicken – x kgs
  • onions – x cup etc. etc.

…psst… if I’d been the examiner and he’d got the proportions right, I’d have given him full marks – remember the chapter on “Ratios and Proportions” – Math, right?!!

And this heartfelt appeal from an honest Joe:

“I don’t understand Maths but still I made an effort to get up every morning at 5.30 to solve maths problems but to no use (i feel for him – truly!). I feel these problems are not at all relevant and useful.”

Yes, indeed, if they are about two trains traveling at different speeds and how much time they will take to pass each other or some idiot who is trying to fill water into a bucket at so many litres a second while a hole at the bottom empties it out almost (but never quite!) as fast as he can fill it – the wonder of this is that the guy knows there’s a hole and instead of trying to plug it or buy another bucket, he still insists on filling it! And then we try to teach them conservation in another paper called “Environmental Sciences”! Phew, there really is no end to the illogicality of education boards!

To hero No.2 too, full marks for logic!

And oh, he ends his fervent appeal to the examiner thus: “Please give me at least 60 marks. You will be blessed by god as I will pray for your well-being!” Spiritual kid too – what more can you ask for?

But the cream of the bunch is this answer from hero No.3 – again on a Maths paper – “Please pass me otherwise I will use black magic on you! Sorry for such strong language but I will commit suicide if I don’t pass! And it will be on your conscience!!”

Chanakya (Kautilya) who wrote the famous treatise on the art of war had nothing on this kid – who knows – instinctively – not just the four basic tactics of warfare – saama, daana, bheda, danda – conciliation, bribery, division and force but also the more advanced tools of Maya, Upeksha and Indrajala – deceit, ignoring and jugglery!

I’d pick this guy straightaway for a job in the War department – as a spy, maybe!

And after all that, the teacher’s head must be spinning so let’s make him some serious comfort food!

LOBIA  

  • 1 cup lobia/black eyed beans, soaked overnight or for 6 hours. Drain and rinse
  • Ginger – 1 ” piece – crushed
  • Green chili – 1 – chopped
  • Onions – 1 large – chopped
  • Tomato – 3 – chopped
  • Red chili powder – 1/2 tsp
  • Turmeric – 1/4 tsp
  • Jeera/cumin seeds – 1/2 tsp
  • Dhaniya/coriander powder – 1 tsp
  • Amchoor/raw mango powder (optional) – 1/2 tsp
  • Salt
  • Kasooti methi – 1 tsp
  • Garam masala – 1/2 tsp
  • Milk – 1/2 cup
  • Oil – 1 tbsp

Pressure cook lobia in two cups water along with ginger and green chili  for 3 whistles.

In another pan, heat oil. Add the jeera and let it splutter.

Add the onions and saute till brown. Add tomatoes and all the powdered masalas. Cook till tomatoes are mushy.

Pour this cooked masala into the pressure cooker and add salt and kasooti methi and mix.

Pressure cook for one more whistle.

Switch off, let it cool and add the hot milk, mixing it in as you pour.

Garnish with fresh chopped coriander and mint.

Serve with rice and a salad.

Of star struck mothers and how to “puttu kadalai!”

puttu kadalai
This thing about hero-worship tends to run in families, maybe, d’ya think?
Was looking at a picture of my daughter with Rahul Dravid – taken when she was about ten years old – and I can literally see the stars in her eyes! Well, maybe the flash was wrong, but still…
And then there was the occasion when Shashi Kapoor came to Chennai. The great actor was the brand ambassador for an NGO I do a bit  of work with and knowing just how star-struck I was, I was invited to a lunch with Mr Kapoor and seated right next to him – honest!
Initially I was too awestruck to talk much (yes, it’s been known to happen!) but he hasn’t been crowned Prince Charming for nothing! Pretty soon, I was telling him what a fan of his I was and reciting his dialogues back to him and getting so caught up with the image of SK in my mind that I quite failed to see the twinkle in his eye!
For almost the first time in my life, I was completely unconscious of what was on my plate – very little distracts me from food, you might have observed if you were looking very, very keenly ;)!
Well, the best things in life too have to end and so did that lunch…
Mr Kapoor shakes hands all around and finally comes to me – last because I am right next to him – smirk, smirk!
As starstruck as any teenager (I was about forty, I think!), I offer my hand. He grasps it in both his and looks around the room and in shuddh Bombaiya Hindi (if there is such a thing!), announces with bell-like clarity to the whole room (these actors don’t learn voice modulation for nothing!), “Kehti hai ki meri sabse badi fan hai lekin jab meri haath pakadthi hai, zor se squeeze thak nahin karti!” (She says she’s my biggest fan but when she shakes my hand, she doesn’t so much as squeeze it a little tighter!!”)
I haven’t turned that red since I was possibly sixteen! I thought of plenty to say later when I was falling asleep… but what I really would like to do is to serve him this…
PUTTU KADALA CURRY
FOR KADALA CURRY
  • 1 cup black chana – soaked overnight and pressure cooked till tender.
  • Sambar onions or shallots – chopped fine – 1/2 cup
  • Coconut grated – 1/2 cup
  • Ginger – minced – 1 tsp
  • Green chilies  minced – 2
  • Curry leaves – 2-3 sprigs
  • Turmeric – 1/4 tsp
  • Red chili powder – 1/2 tsp
  • Dhaniya/coriander pwd – 1 tsp
  • Masala powder- 1 tsp ( lightly roast and grind together 1/2 tsp saunf (aniseed), 2 -3 strands of mace, 1/2 tsp of nutmeg, 1″ piece cinnamon and 3-4 cloves)
  • 1/4 tsp pepper – cracked
  • Coconut oil – 1 tbsp
  • Salt
Heat the oil in a saucepan. Add the mustard seeds and when they begin to splutter, add curry leaves and sambar onions. Fry till pale yellow. Add ginger and green chilies and saute for another minute.
Add everything else except the garam masala. Add the cooked black chana and bring to a boil. I prefer doing it directly in the pressure cooker and bringing it to one whistle.Switch off and add garam masala.
Serve with puttu – which is one amazing accompaniment and pazham (little yellow bananas) and papadum – it is truly a perfect balance of tastes and textures…
FOR PUTTU
  • Puttu rice flour (you could do the difficult thing and make it yourself but I highly recommend buying it in a packet!) – 2 cups 
  • Coconut grated-1/2 cup or more
  • Salt
  • Water
Mix the puttu flour with salt adding water a little at a time till you get a moist but crumbly texture – exactly like wet sand when you’re making sand castles on the beach?!
If you have a puttu kudam, you know what to do. If you don’t, never fear! Use a pressure cooker. Heat about 2 cups of water in the cooker with the lid on but no weight.
Fill the mould thusly:
About a tsp of coconut as the fisrt layer, then a generous handful of the rice mixture. Then one more tsp of coconut and so on till you fill it right up. Close and fix it on the little nozzle where the weight sits. Steam on high for 5-6 minutes. Open, run a knife around and release gently so the puttu doesn’t break apart.
Eat with kadala curry.
Then next time you meet your hero, you will be able to really puttu kadalai! (Putting kadalai is Tamil slang for hitting on someone! Sorry for pj’s – wink, wink!)
Pic courtesy Internet

Of pockets that are always full!

pita pockets
Many thankings to our guest contributor today – Bindu Borle – who’s sent us yummy recipes and delightful stories earlier – thank you, Bindu!
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We had moved from our cozy and comfortable home in Hyderabad, to Dubai in 2007. It was a surprise, rather a shock, to move, as we were really nervous, and were full of apprehension at the prospect of moving to a totally new, foreign land.
Though we had been moving around in India from place to place like nomads, this was a totally new shift. It was exciting yet scary – we didn’t have much of an idea about the place except from what we had seen in the movies, read in the papers and been told by people who’d visited this place. The initial year was really uncomfortable for sure, but as we spent more time here, we got to learn more about the fascinating composite and cosmopolitan culture that this city has.
For the first time had we seen such a place where the expatriates from EVERY corner of the globe drastically outnumber the local Emirati population; where the expatriates make up ~85% of the population! This gives Dubai a very cosmopolitan feel, and it seems that the whole world has come in this small city, no bigger than one of our small towns, back in India.
I am a vegetarian and though I love to try different cuisines, am always a bit apprehensive about what goes in there. I decide to eat the food based on its appearance and smell. My son laughs at me and always asks me, “Why do you behave like a sniffer dog?” My answer to him is usually this, “I can’t take a chance with my food, it has to reach my set parameters!”
Once here, we let our taste buds explore the big, big world of various cuisines. As we started to travel more from here (Dubai being the biggest airlines hub and connected to each and every part of the globe!), there was a desperate need for me to know more about vegetarian food available in the city where we were/are going to.
Interestingly, our family of four could never reach a consensus on where to go! My husband and my son love to eat non-vegetarian and would recommend really different places where there are less vegetarian choices, or of totally different cuisines. On the other hand, my daughter is a pakka desi and doesn’t like to experiment with her food. For her daal-chawal and paneer is the manna!
I usually get horribly stuck between these choices, and a typical conversation on a Thursday night, when we are about to go out to eat, is like this:
Amay: “Let’s eat Korean today. We always eat Indian food…!”
Ananya: “I hate Korean (without even having to taste it) I want to eat jeera rice and daal-makhani!’
Amay: “But this is what we eat at home also. Why can’t you try something different?”
Ananya (sulking): “You and papa will get more choices, what about mummy and me?” I don’t want to go!
This would be accompanied by rain of tears, thunderstorm of more arguments, followed by a reluctant settlement of going to an Italian restaurant (Ananya’s second favorite after Indian food).
Talk about giving options in an open forum!
Change of gears and coming back to my lane, where I was talking about trying different cuisines.
Khubz is a Levantine pita bread which is commonly eaten here. It is an integral part of the Middle Eastern cuisine. I got an opportunity to taste lovely vegetarian starters made from this bread.
One of the yummiest and easiest is to make pita pockets. This can be made in no time and is a great starter as well.
I like to use feta cheese for it and since I am a vegetarian, I look for one without animal rennet.
There is no sacrosanct stuff to make this; you can be creative and think of as many options as you can. The one I make is not only my favorite but loved by the family too.
PITA POCKETS (Serves 4)
Ingredients
4-6 pita rounds
1 red bell pepper
1 green bell pepper
1 yellow bell pepper
I orange bell pepper
One medium sized onion
Freshly chopped coriander
2-3 green chillies
1/2 tsp black pepper powder (Optional)
Feta cheese
Method
Cut the pita bread into halves and keep them aside.
Finely chop all the vegetables, along with coriander and green chillies.
In a big mixing bowl, combine all the finely chopped vegetables and spice. Add the crumbled feta cheese. Mix it well to ensure even distribution of the ingredients.
Heat pita bread in oven or on skillet/tawa (optional). I prefer it untoasted.
Cut pita rounds in half and stuff each half with veggie/feta mixture. While cutting and stuffing, be careful as not to break the pita bread.
The pita pockets are ready to be served with or without dips.
Surprisingly, my fussy daughter loves these pockets and happily takes them to school to share with her friends.

Of how to be grateful for small mercies!

Appam
I was approaching forty and nature was telling me (AND the whole world at the same time – indiscreet nature!) through the greying at the temples (other parts of the head too but temples are all I’m willing to acknowledge!) that it is winning! I decide to ignore it. I get an Indira Gandhi like streak. I am DETERMINED to ignore it!
In fact, I think (smirk, smirk), IT (streak), and by association, owner of IT, looks rather distinguished! People keep asking me why I don’t do anything about it. I shrug it off – they must be positively green that they do not share my distinguished-ness!
Then at a wedding, someone asks me why I look always tired! Having got my share of  ten hours beauty sleep, I am surprised! The next day, off we go – on a visit to the hairdresser! A couple of hours work at her hands and I am looking quite “new” as a two-year old nephew of mine remarked to his grandmom when asked if she looked old. His response was, “No, Ammamma, you look little old, little new!”
But the two hour trip convinced me of one thing – that I could NOT sit through another boring session like this one! And so I decided to try my hand at colouring at home. Not having a clear idea of how to do it, I enlisted reinforcements – in the forms of two daughters – one twelve and one eight years old. The pack of hair dye came with clear instructions but the manufacturers, not having gauged their market “correctly”, included only one pair of gloves.
Being well brought up kids (at that time at least), they had been taught how to share. So each had a glove and the other hand wrapped up in a plastic packet! Proceeding to divide up my head into “your half”  and “my half”, they have a ball – splashing it on – it’s not every day that you get a chance to wreak vengeance on the parents!
I protest. There’s goop on my neck, on my ears and on my shirt – I don’t want all these bits dyed! My eight-year old puts things in perspective by telling me very firmly, “Amma, be grateful we got 75% of it on your head!”
I shut up, mentally resolving to do it myself the next time. And I do, for many years, till today, when I ask daughter no.2  (now older and hopefully more skilled!) to do the deed as I’m too tired. She obliges… I am happy… yay, grown up daughter and all that. Then she remarks quietly the end, “There’s a little bit on your neck and maybe a littler bit on your ears… but it looks interesting… as though you have more hair!” Thank you very much.
On another occasion, my maid offers to apply it for me. Once bitten and so on… I ask if she knows how. “My husband is a painter, amma, and I’ve watched him at work, painting walls. How different can it be slathering it on your head?” Yeah, right!
All that talk of painting leads us to a dish from Kerala which is so fine and delicate texture that it’s almost painted on – to the pan! The unique
KERALA APPAM :
  • Raw rice – 2 cups
  • Parboiled rice – 1 cup
  • Poha/beaten rice – ½ cup- optional
  • Salt – 1 tsp –
  • Sugar – 2 tbsp
  • Yeast – ½ tsp
  • Coconut milk – 1 cup

Soak the “rices” together for 3-4 hours

Drain the soaked rice and grind along with all the other ingredients to a very fine batter, adding water as necessary to make a very smooth, flowing batter.
Cover and leave to ferment overnight till it almost doubles in volume.
Heat an aapa kadhai or a non-stick wok and sprinkle a few drops of oil. Smear the oil. Sprinkle a few drops of water on the hot pan. If it sizzles, the pan is hot enough.
Pour a ladleful of batter in the centre and swirl the pan around so it spreads into a thin, painted-on sheet! There will be a little more at the centre.
Cover and cook for a couple of minutes till you can see gold at the edges of the appam. The centre will be a soft, slightly thicker blob and the edges are lacy!
Gently remove and serve immediately.
Like my head being divvied up for “painting”, I am always torn between the two accompaniments which are my personal favourites for this – vegetable stew – “ishtu” and sweetened coconut milk – so most often, I end up having both!
For the sweetened coconut milk, add a couple of tsps of sugar and whole, slightly pounded cardamoms to 1.5 cups of coconut milk.
For the ishtu, please see my recipe in an earlier post – follow this link – http://anuchenji.com/blog/early-lessons-narayani-v-nayak-and-baser-instincts
You could also serve this with a kadala curry – black chana curry – look out for the recipe in future posts!
And please get two pairs of gloves if you’ve got two pairs of hands making heavy work!