Showing posts with label childhood. Show all posts
Showing posts with label childhood. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 2, 2014

"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?

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Birthday Blues and Corn Curry

Yup, last week I entered the 3rd decade of my life... I was down and out for quite a while and the run-up to my 30th was anything but fun :( I was experiencing the blues in a bad way and just knew the birthday would be as anti-climactic as ever.

My birthdays since childhood have never really stood out as days to be remembered. I just have memories of snatches of conversations, or fun moments; but nothing that's a memory to cherish forever. I think it all started with my very 1st birthday which, I believe, was a very big deal with "foreign" clothes and toys, a humpty-dumpty confetti bag that showered chocolates, and a really big cake. And what do I have to show for it? Nothing! Yup, nothing. Coz my dad forgot to load the camera with film reel and just kept clicking away into nothingness! So now you know anti-climactic.

In school, there was the tiny excitement of wearing new clothes, the anticipation of gifts and the hope of getting noticed by the boys; but it never really culminated into any birthday worth remembering... (unless you count the one where we were playing dark-rooms hide-n-seek and I spilt an entire bottle of ink on all my books and my new pink jeans... or the one where I got pinched by my mom in the middle of the party for asking everyone how much my gifts cost. yeah, I was right. they don't count.)

I think the best birthdays I actually had were during the 2 years spent in this godforsaken women's hostel ironically called 'Stree Seva Mandir' during my undergrad. I had an amazingly cool and diverse set of friends in Shy, Hemu, Paro and Appu who remain friends for life... All our birthdays here were replete with Enid Blyton style secret midnight parties, birthday bumps, cake-smearing, cheap but thoughtful gift-giving, and crazy dancing!

You can't blame me now if all my birthday celebrations post that seem staid and boring. What's to compare with a bunch of young girls flailing their arms to muffled Bollywood music in a sweaty, cramped, dimly lit 10x10 room and trying to keep it a secret from the cranky old warden??! The fear of getting caught always does add to the adrenaline rush, don't you think? :)

So anyhoo... birthdays are just birthdays and I didn't want this year to be just another one of those. And it wasn't... To break the suspense to you all who are patiently reading through my rant, I got the best gifts ever this year with Sid flying down a human parcel of my best friend from B'lore to Mumbai being the best one of the lot! :) Yes, as my beloved cousin and soul-sister U keeps reminding me, I AM a very lucky girl.... As gifts go, I couldn't be more satiated, happy, overwhelmed... But is it really horrible to say that I still feel a sense of anti-climax? Maybe there is no getting away from it. Or maybe, that's just how a birthday feels, you know. It could be just me who thinks this feeling is that of an anti-climax. Maybe its just the "birthday feeling"....

So D-day was spent catching up with my best friend, loitering at home while being given gifts by the hour by Sid, and me making a light and drool-worthy Corn Curry and slicing the top of my finger off in the process. Yeah, don't ask. But if you must, it was a huge, cool Chefline cheffy knife. Gaah! But the Birthday Corn Curry did turn out well in spite of everything.

Ingredients:

Corn on the cob - 2
Onion - 1 large (chopped)
Green chillies - 4 (sliced)
Grated coconut - 3 tsp OR Coconut milk - 1/4 cup
Milk - 1/4 cup
Salt
Cumin/Jeera - 1 tsp
Jeera powder - 1/2 tsp
Curry leaves
Vegetable Oil - 1 tbsp

Boil or pressure cook 2 whole ears of corn in water with a teaspoon of salt. Cool and slice each corn cob latitudinally into 3-4 pieces. In a kadhai or a non stick vessel, heat 1 tbsp of oil and splutter the cumin seeds and curry leaves. Add the chopped onions and sliced green chillies. Once the onions turn golden brown, add a pinch of salt and the jeera powder and mix well. Now add the sliced corn cob pieces, the freshly grated coconut, and the milk.

Pour in some water if necessary. Cover and cook on a low flame for 6-8min till the corn absorbs the flavour of the spices, and its done!

The way I like it:
Serve hot with plain rice. It can be a little difficult to wield the chunky pieces of corn, so the best way is to use your hands :) Or just use a fork to spear it and make a mini meal of the dish by itself. It is a very light and flavorful dish and the coconut is not at all over-powering. Sid hates coconut in food and he slurped up the sauce willingly, so I think that's a good sign !

This Coconut Corn Curry is my entry for Priya's Veggie/Fruit a Month Event: Corn being hosted by Torview Toronto.

Oh, you thought that was the end of the post?! My handful of faithful readers, I'm in a positively rambling mode. So now is the time for you to navigate away from the page!
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Ok, I did issue fair warning. So to continue with my down-in-the-dumps story to those of you still around, after the top of my finger was sliced off, things seemed to improve. (Strange are the ways of birthdays!) So I dressed up and cheered up - almost always interlinked, these two emotions - and off we went for a lovely dinner with our closest friends to a restaurant in Malad called 'The Laughing Cavalier'. Funny name, no?

After some so-good-its-not-funny wood-fired pizza, lasagna, fusion chicken kababs and fettuccine, it was time to blow out the birthday and bring in my 3rd wedding anniversary :) (Yup, I'm one of those freaks who got married the day right after her birthday).
More wonderful gifts ensued :) :) A long night of poetry and poker followed. And that was the climax of the birthday and of this post.

Cheers (*clinks glass*) to turning 30. All of you out there who get despondent on your birthdays, all I can say is - you have company. Lots of it. And as long as you have a loved one trying to make it special, that's all that matters... isn't it?

Though secretly? I was hoping for a surprise party with lots of mad dancing! Hmm... but well, I'm sure to get depressed next year around the same time again ;)

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

The story so far...

My love-affair with food is something new... As a kid, it was my brother who loved being in the kitchen! And we all thought he would be a celebrity chef one day (No, he is not gay!). I was always the confused one - a tomboy, yet a romantic. A rebel, but could give up the cause to immerse myself in my books :D And the kitchen was definitely alien territory! I loved my mom's sambhar and alu bhaja (aloo fry) and kobarkai patchadi (coconut chutney), and being a Telugu Brahmin born and brought up in Bhubaneshwar meant I had the advantage of relishing typical South-Indian cuisine along with the sea-food of Orissa and the pungent kick of mustard oil...
I also remember slobbering over Enid Blyton's description of midnight snacks in Malory Towers and St.Clare's without actually being aware of what sardines, tongues, and anchovy were! They just sounded so good... (I know better now!) But I never entered the kitchen even to make a cup of tea or coffee!

17 years of my life I took for granted all the yummy home-cooked food made painstakingly by my Mom and my Amamma (my paternal grandmom) where everything was made the traditional way. From papads and potato wafers to wild berry and mango pickles, from Kandi Gunda (a traditional powder of mixed lentils and spices) to coconut chutney made in a huge stone mortar and pestle, from 5-6 varieties of Charu (Rasam) to innumerable chutneys made of practically every vegetable and fruit, from Oriya/Bengali style Fish Fry to Chowmein and Chilli Chicken - my childhood was a gastronome's delight! A huge bungalow with a massive backyard and 7 varieties of mango trees, 6 coconut trees, and trees of guava, berries, custard apple, lemons, and curry leaves, meant I had the most amazing childhood filled with comfort food of every kind.

Watching over pickles & vadiyalu drying in the huge backyard while sitting with a book in the shade of the awning with our dog chasing away the crows; packing amazing koli bodis (dried berries made into tangy fritters) to share with friends; sunday lunches that were no less than a feast fit for kings; and my dad's love for chinese food - all this laid the foundation for my present epicurean quest i guess.

But this idyllic existence did not last as the next 10 years of my life were spent in hostels, paying guest accomodations and pokey rented flats with a sorry excuse for a kitchen. That's when I really started cooking... with little money to eat out and unable to afford a cook on a student's limited allowance, I started experimenting in the kitchen. The first ones to bear the brunt of my escapades were Kakki & Prasad Uncle (my mausi and her husband in Chennai) and my cousin Neha. There was no lack of lofty ambition, and I started off with Tomato egg drop soup, beef vindaloo and mushroom soup - all with varying degrees of success (read disaster!). I remember trying to make idlis with the pressure cooker whistle on and my aunt laughing her head off at my understanding of "steaming" in a cooker!

But even through the experimentation phase, i somehow knew what was missing where, could judge what I could add to the recipe to enhance the flavors...

Then Mumbai happened and a career in media meant no time to eat, forget cook! I could now afford to hire a cook and eat out more often. Even today I love trying out new forms of cuisine and never order the same thing from a restaurant if I can help it :)

Post marriage, the tiny kitchen in our brand new 1 bedroom flat inspired me to start cooking again. And this time I had a willing taster in my husband. But it was a tall order - having to live up to my mom and my Mom-in-law's expertise and ease in the kitchen! But there is something called genes thankfully... and growing up surrounded by food afficionados had had its effects i guess. I realised I was more adept than I thought I was. Sid enjoyed everything I made, even though I sometimes suspected he was saying nice things just to please me! (And that's quite strange considering how blunt Sid usually is...) Now our friends G&A have been added to my list of willing guinea pigs who try everything i churn out without flinching...

This and many words of encouragement from Sid, and food blogger and woman extraordinaire Arundati, have finally made me take the plunge into the world of blogging. This blog is a start, hopefully - a way to begin changing all that i do not like about my life right now, and a way to incorporate more things that i love and enjoy into my everyday routine. Now I can only hope that I can sustain this enthusiasm and take out the time to stop and smell the spices...