"Hiraeth" and a Homely Chicken Curry

My Instagram page says that I discovered the word “Hiraeth” 23 weeks ago. After almost 20yrs of searching for a word I did not even know existed, I finally feel a strange relief, a satisfaction... the kind of satisfaction that comes not from getting a  void filled, but from just knowing that that void is real.

Hiraeth… When the home you grew up in becomes a palace in your memories, when childhood escapades take on the epic feel of fairy tales, when the daily grind of that distant past seems imbued with a golden glow… That is my kind of Hiraeth, a homesickness that no home can ease.

If you, like me, love to live in your past, then this word might just be for you. Try it on for size. Say it in your head first. Then taste it on your tongue. Take that H from a long-held sigh, roll that R with a mild sense of impatience, and then, end it on the deep, warm sound of TH. The cozy way the word “hearth” ends. Hiraeth.  

And when the memories flood your eyes and nose and mind (because my memories sure have a fragrance)… Just reach for those familiar childhood ingredients and cook something new. Old-as-time earthy ingredients each of which remind you of home, made into a dish that brings alive the flavour of sunshine and cycles, bougainvilleas and bees, stone floors and steel plates, jasmine strands and juicy pickles…

That’s what I did. Bay leaves for that sweet, earthy fragrance of childhood, curry leaves and coconut for all mom’s Sunday Special meals, poppy seeds or “posto” that flavour my East Indian upbringing… And the new – some Goan chicken masala, vinegar and soy to add the sourness of adulthood.

THROW-EVERYTHING-IN CHICKEN CURRY

Ingredients:

Chicken on the bone – 1 kg

Shallots – ½ cup peeled

Bay leaves – 2

Cardamom whole – 2

Cloves whole – 3 to 4

Curry leaves – 10 to 12

Green chillies – 5 to 6 (As per your spice threshold)

Shredded fresh coconut – 2 tbsp (Or use dried coconut pieces)

Garlic cloves – 5

Poppy seeds – 1 tbsp

Vinegar – 1 tsp

Soy sauce – 1 tsp

Goan Chicken Roast Masala (optional – I used it just because I had it) – 2 tsp

Salt – as per taste

Oil/Ghee – 1 tbsp

Wash and clean the chicken and set aside. You can also marinate it in some lemon juice, turmeric and ginger-garlic paste, but it’s not really necessary.

In a small pan, dry roast the garlic cloves and poppy seeds. Keep turning the cloves till they are evenly and lightly browned on all sides, and the poppy seeds start to splutter. Now add the shredded coconut and toss till the whole mixture is lightly toasted. Transfer into a mixer jar and add the shallots. Blitz into a coarse paste.

In a non-stick pan or vessel, heat the oil/ghee. Add the cardamoms, cloves, bay leaves and green chillies. When the spices start to pop, add the curry leaves and stir. Now add the shallot-garlic-coconut-poppy seed paste and cook for 5-10 minutes till the onions are cooked and stop smelling raw. Sprinkle in a teaspoon of salt.

Add the chicken into the pan and mix well till its coated with the entire masala. Now sprinkle the Goan masala or any garam masala of your choice. You can also choose to skip this step, or just go with regular cumin/coriander powder.

Cover the pan and let it cook for 15-20min on low heat or till the chicken is cooked through. Add the vinegar and soy sauce, check seasoning and mix well. Turn off heat and the throw-everything-in chicken curry is ready.

The way I like it:

If the masala is sticking to the vessel, then add a little water, but don’t thin it out too much. It should have a robust, thick gravy – like a cross between an traditional curry and a pan-roasted chicken fry. Tastes great with both rotis and rice. This recipe is neither fully South-Indian nor East Indian nor Goan. It’s a little bit of this and a little bit of that. Just like all of us…

Now tell me, what would your Hiraeth-inspired dish be? What ingredients make you feel nostalgic?

The Weird Diaries - Watermelon Curry

I like weird people. And weird things. And weird flavours. Like the time I decided to add Thums Up to my Gooseberry Jam :/ 

And if you really want to know, that jar of jam has been wiped clean. Ha. But before I scare you away, let me assure you that this particular dish may sound weird, but tastes wonderful! Now I see why you wouldn't want to trust me, but I got this recipe from a friend who claims to have got it from The Good Food Magazine, no less! 

So here you go... a wonderfully weird, sweet-spicy-crunchy Watermelon Curry!

Raw Mango Chicken Curry

Last year on my many trips to Chennai, a colleague and I went to Fisherman's Cove at the Taj Vivanta, Mahabalipuram for dinner. It was a lovely evening, the restaurant was right on the beach, and the food was fresh and delicious. Sitting by the sea, enjoying the balmy breeze and the interesting cocktails, we had one of our best meals in Chennai. And that's saying something because I love the food of that city - from Ponnusamy, to Zaras, to Benjarong! Chennai has some of the most diverse and amazing restaurants I have ever been to.

Though our entire meal at Fisherman's Cove was good, this one dish really stood out. I forget what exactly it was called, but it was a Chicken curry made with raw mangoes. The sauce was an earthy red in colour, thin and silky in consistency, sour but without being mouth-puckeringly so, extremely spicy yet creamy, and absolutely delicious.

Fruit in a Curry!

I have a thing for what we call “independent houses”. As opposed to apartments. It is my dream that one day I will own a large, sprawling bungalow (independent house, if you will. Or row house… or whatever else it is called in your city!) with a lawn in front, a backyard, a porch, a driveway, an outhouse, and lots of trees and place for kids to play. No, we do not have kids. Yet. But that doesn’t stop me from wanting a huge play area, lots of trees to climb, lots of hidden nooks and corners to play hide-and-seek and a lovely verandah or porch to sit and bask in the sun…

That is the kind of house I grew up in and spent 16 years of my life in. I admit that as a kid everything seems much bigger than it actually is; so maybe in my mind’s eye I have attributed space and size that is exaggerated than what it actually was. But now I can’t help it… It has to be as beautiful and sprawling as it is in my imagination :) Of course, staying in Mumbai as we do, this might just remain a dream forever… but that doesn’t stop me from fantasizing about it every day. All my childhood memories, the happy summers, the cold winters, the evening play dates - everything is coloured by the house I lived in. Even the not-so-good times have a character and despondency of their own brought about by the dark, brooding façade of the house in its later years. Good or bad, our huge, ancestral house lent a unique spirit to every memory of mine…