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Aloo Paratha for Bread Baking Babes

BUSY WORK

An artist is a creature driven by demons. He doesn't know why they choose him 
and he's usually too busy to wonder why. 
– William Faulkner 


The busy week was actually kicked off last Friday with my now weekly Skype meet up with my writing partner, the illustrious and super talented Molly Watson; at the end of each hour’s session, we are given an assignment and mine was to buy an agenda. A paper calendar on which I can write down my projects in black on white, give myself deadlines – impose deadlines upon myself – and have it constantly in front of my eyes. Said purchase made, I discovered that the agenda begins mid-December and I jokingly boast that this leaves me off the hook for another month.

But I have too many projects hanging mid-air to allow that to happen. Several articles unfinished, not to mention my promise to write one single chapter of a future memoir by the end of November and have it sent off to an agent. Have I even begun? Ilva and I scurried around to put together the information for our Plated Stories workshop for the good folks at Tuscan Muse so it could be announced. So, yes, busy and productive I have been, even if I still spend too much playing, too much socializing. But you know how the old saying goes: All work and no play….



Meanwhile, I spent a glorious Tuesday afternoon at the newly opened Radisson Blu Hotel in Nantes at a goûter presse, a special presentation and tasting for the local press, of pastry and chocolate chef Vincent Guerlais’ holiday creations – chocolates, individual pastries and his very special bûches de noël. This was an interesting, convivial afternoon and Vincent, as huge a star of chocolate and pastry as he is in Nantes as well as all over France, is a delightful, funny, personable man and his creations are beyond incredible. This Saturday, Vincent Guerlais is hosting Nantes’ Amateur Macaron Competition and I am so thrilled and proud to be a member of the jury alongside an impressive, illustrious array of Michelin-starred chefs, journalists, former macaron competition winners and a former Miss France! So I will definitely be writing and telling you all about it next week!

Vincent Guerlais

Guerlais' own chocolate and caramel take on the traditional LU Petit Beurre Nantais cookie


And Sunday morning, husband, Marty and I are off for a three-day trip to Brest to visit our friends and take a short break. (* Since writing this post, my dear mother-in-law passed away; our trip to Brest cancelled as JP leaves and heads south for the funeral.)


I did find time to make this month’s Bread Baking Babe's assignment! And I am thrilled that I did because it was not only great fun to make but so delicious as well! Our wonderful hostess Karen of Bake My Day chose Aloo Paratha (or Parantha), a potato-filled Indian flatbread. As the bread contains no yeast, it is a flash to put together. The filling is so versatile one can go classic in a million different ways or go completely off the books and create a new and unexpected filling. I made the classic as given in Mark Bittman’s How to Cook Everything from whence the recipe came.

If you want to make this bread with us and be a Bread Baking Buddy, click over to Karen at Bake My Day to get the details. But before you do that, check out if and how the other Babes baked their Aloo Paratha:

Bake My Day – Karen
blog from OUR kitchen – Elizabeth
Feeding my enthusiasms – Elle
girlichef – Heather
Lucullian Delights - Ilva
Living in the Kitchen with Puppies – Natashya
My Kitchen In Half Cups – Tanna
Notitie Van Lien – Lien
Paulchens Foodblog – Astrid
Bread Baking Babe Bibliothécaire – Katie

Life seems but a quick succession of busy nothings. 
– Jane Austen 


So as I get back to work like the busy bee that I am this week, I leave you with the wonderful recipe for Aloo Paratha and I wholeheartedly urge you to bake along with the Babes this month because the Paratha are so easy and fun to make and just crazy good to eat!


Feel free to play with the fillings; visit the other Bread Baking Babes to see what they have done! We love this potato filling, but I will be adding a handful of chopped fresh cilantro next time. Go ahead and try adding garam masala or thinly sliced spring onions, peas or cauliflower in place of some of the potatoes. These were so easy and fun to make – the only thing that took time was the cooking of them one by one – but easy, fun and so delicious we will be making these often!


ALOO PARATHA (or PARANTHA)
From Mark Bittman’s How to Cook Everything; his recipe modified from one he learned from Indian cook and cookbook writer Julie Sahni

 1 ½ cups whole wheat flour
1 ½ cups flour + more for rolling out the dough
1 tsp salt
1 tsp ajwain* dried thyme, or ground cumin
2 Tbs neutral vegetable oil, such as grapeseed or corn, plus more for brushing the breads
1 ½ lbs (680 g) starchy potatoes, peeled and cut in half
1 jalapeño or other fresh hot chili, seeded and finely minced or more to taste
2 tsps ground coriander
Freshly ground pepper
Juice of ½ lemon
Melted butter to serve

* aiwain comes from carom seeds which look like celery but taste like very strong, slightly coarse thyme

Combine the flours with the teaspoon salt and the thyme or cumin in a mixing bowl. Make a well in the center and add the oil and ¾ cup water. Stir or mix (I use a wooden spoon) until the mixture forms a ball and is slightly sticky to the touch. If it is dry, add another tablespoon or two of water; in the unlikely event that the mixture is too sticky, add more flour a tablespoon at a time. Scrape the dough out onto a work surface and, using flour as necessary, shape into a ball; wrap in plastic and let rest at room temperature while you make the potato mixture. (At this point, you may wrap the dough tightly in plastic and refrigerate for up to a day or freeze for up to a week; bring back to room temperature before proceeding.)

Put the potatoes in a large saucepan and add water to cover and a large pinch of salt. Turn the heat to high, bring to a boil, and adjust the heat so the mixture simmers steadily; cook until the potatoes are tender, 15 to 20 minutes, then drain. Mash the potatoes along with half the chili, the coriander, a large pinch of salt, some pepper, and the lemon juice; taste and adjust the seasoning (you may prefer more chili; sometimes aloo paratha are quite hot; I added a bit more lemon juice and next time I will add a pinch of salt as well as a handful of chopped fresh coriander).

When the dough has rested and the potatoes mashed, set out a bowl of all-purpose flour and a small bowl of oil, with a spoon or brush, on your work surface. Lightly flour your work surface and your rolling pin. Break off a piece of dough about the size of a golf ball. Toss it in the bowl of flour and then roll it in your hands to make a smooth ball. Flatten it into a 2-inch disk, then use a floured rolling pin to roll it into a thin round, about 5 inches in diameter, dusting the work surface with flour as necessary.

Mound about 2 tablespoons of the filling into the center of one of the rounds of dough. Bring the edges of the round up over the top of the filling and press them together to make a pouch, pressing the gathered dough together to seal. Press down on the “neck” of the pouch with the palm of one hand to make a slightly rounded disk. Roll it out again into a round disk 6 to 7 inches in diameter, turning the disk a quarter turn with each roll so the disk is a nice even circle. Pat it between your hands to brush off the excess flour. Put the paratha on a piece of plastic wrap on a plate and cover with another sheet of plastic wrap. Continue to roll all of the remaining dough into parathas and stack them on the plate with a sheet of plastic wrap between them. You can keep the paratha stacked like this for an hour or two in the refrigerator before cooking them if necessary.

Heat a griddle or cast-iron skillet over medium-high heat for a minute or two, then put on a paratha (or two, if they’ll fit) and cook until it darkens slightly, usually less than a minute. Flip the paratha with a spatula and cook for another 30 seconds on the second side. Use the back of a spoon or a brush to coat the top of the paratha lightly with oil. Flip and coat the other side with oil. Continue cooking the paratha until the bottom of the bread has browned, flip, and repeat. Do this a few times until both sides of the paratha are golden brown and very crisp, 2 to 3 minutes total for each paratha. As the paratha finish, remove them from the pan and brush with melted butter if you’re going to serve hot; otherwise wait until you’ve reheated them.



SPICY CHICKEN CURRY

SPICE UP YOUR LIFE with a few food bloggers!


Slam it to the left
If you're having a good time
Shake it to the right
If you know that you feel fine
Chicas to the front
Uh Uh go round
Slam it to the left
If you're having a good time
Shake it to the right
If you know that you feel fine
Chicas to the front
Hi Ci Ya Hold Tight

Colours of the world
Spice up you life
Every boy and every girl
Spice up your life
People of the world
Spice up your life
Aaaahh!!!
- The Spice Girls, of course!


Food is sensual; press your hands into silky, soft bread dough, breathe in the sharp bite of yeast. Or slide a spoonful of shimmering, pearl-tinted panna cotta into your mouth and let it melt on your tongue, caressed by vanilla sweetness. Chocolate makes many of us swoon and the faint prickle of pepper or the heat of a good curry excites. Smells, texture, flavors, colors, food is an all around sensory experience infused with emotions and memories that, to many, is an inspiration, a driving force, a passion. And one must truly be passionate to the point of obsessive to become a food blogger. We wake every morning wondering what to cook and bake during the day, the words for the perfect blog post flit through our heads as we flip through well-thumbed cookbooks and draw up that shopping list. Cameras are flung over shoulders as we head out to the newest must-try restaurant and days, evenings and well into every night are spent dashing between kitchen and computer. Our talk is peppered with food words, our bookshelves heave and groan under the weight of so many cookbooks, a walk down any city street is nearly impossible as our noses are pressed against so many pastry shop windows, strolls lengthened as we dash in and out of butcher shops, bakeries, Aladdin dens of spices and cooking utensils. We travel light, suitcases half empty, as we head off to our destination or a trip back home, yet we return with bags straining under the weight of jars and bottles and boxes bought at grocery stores, pans and whisks and yet more cookbooks. Most of us have hidden chocolate drawers, our secret, coveted stash, and we love nothing better than to stare at and handle our precious ingredients, breathe in their heady odor, concoct, brew, create and share, basking in the sighs and groans of pleasure our food elicits. We are used to the strange, sideways glances, the looks of disbelief and confusion as we prattle on about food, and we shrug our shoulders and sigh for this is more than just a passion, an obsession, it is our life.



Now, imagine 50 such together, gathered around tables, plates in hand, cameras poised, feeling a lightness, a freedom to express our passion, share the excitement, act just as we please. There is a strange connection between the food passionate, food bloggers, an understanding that everything, or most things, revolve around food. That was Food Blogger Connect: laughter, information, networking, planning, gossip and more laughter. Friendships formed, friendships reinforced and intensified. And it’s all about the food.


But a conference like Food Blogger Connect is indeed more than just about the time spent together laughing, talking, networking. It is a learning experience and did we all learn! With pen and notebook in hand, I listened to the darling and exuberant* Jaden of Steamy Kitchen talk about monetizing one’s blog, earning money from not just advertising but from writing, speaking, actually turning our passion into a full-fledged career. Hilda, my wonderful, generous, funny friend of the stunning Saffron & Blueberry dissected a camera for us and explained how to adjust for speed, light, focus in such a clear, intelligent way that even I understood, taking information that will help me work my photography better. Add to that a brilliant, informative talk by fabulous, talented Meeta of What’s For Lunch Honey? and Mowie of Mowielicious on perfect food styling and food photography and I may not even have to read the manual! Meeta, such a true, wonderful friend, also spent much time late at night helping me, advising, and with much patience explaining what I shouldn’t be doing and what I should do that I am now actually excited about working and improving my food photography rather than feeling beaten! Wonderful Jeanne of Cook Sister! spoke about Copyright and Plagiarism, so important to any blogger and fascinating to boot, and then about Effective Recipe Writing, which was brilliant and truly food for thought.


I then shared the stage with brilliant fellow writers and passionate bloggers Jeanne of Cook Sister! and Kerrin of My Kugelhopf speaking about Writing Style & Finding Your Voice for the food blogger. Three different voices, three different writing styles, we shared our secrets, our tips and advice on writing, whether personal story, restaurant review or simply a lead in to a favorite recipe. Emotions, memories, atmosphere, descriptions, each blog post is an experience to be lived by the reader and one must create the perfect atmosphere, serve the best food on a platter of well-chosen words and satisfy the reader with a joyous, emotional, mouthwatering experience. We hope that our presentation, our words, touched our listeners and inspired them to rethink their blog and find their own writing style, the style that expresses who they are.

Jeanne, Jamie, Kerrin

On Sunday Kerrin was joined by the lovely, delightful Julia of a Slice of Cherry Pie and together they presented How To Get Published & Get Feature Work: from Blog to Book (or Magazine). As a blogger just starting on my path towards professional food writing, this talk was particularly informative for me (I may have asked the most questions) and both of these talented women opened up and generously shared all of their knowledge and advice. Outside of the presentation, both Kerrin and Julia very kindly shared even more information with me, encouraging me to take my writing “career” to another level, to take the leap and be confident in my talent and I thank them both enormously!


I met so many wonderful people, all kind, fun, generous people with whom I do hope to stay in touch, but I also had the great luck of meeting and remeeting some wonderful friends I feel particularly close to: Sarah, Aoife, Adrienne, Julia, Katherine, Giulia, Sarka, darling Bruce, Heather, Catty and Eunice and hope that I will be seeing each of them very soon.


Thanks to a wonderful FBC Organizing Team (myself, Meeta, Hilda, Mowie and Sarka) lead by vivacious Beth of Dirty Kitchen Secrets.

* thank you Meeta for handing me the perfect word for Jaden!


Sunday night, Meeta whipped us up a fabulous chicken curry dinner, which I immediately made for JP and Clem when I got home. I ad libbed, using what I had on hand, added a bit more tang with a squeeze or two of lemon juice and served it over basmati rice. It was stunningly delicious! This is such an ideal dish because you add the ingredients more or less to taste. Fantastic curry, fantastic recipe and I’m betting that it is even better reheated the next day! So here is my take on Meeta’s Chicken Curry and sending out a hug and a clink of the wine glass to my very Spicy Spice Girls and the wonderful weekend we shared. Which will be covered in my next blog post.


A huge spicy thank you to Meeta, Mowie & Kerrin for the pictures of Food Blogger Connect!

CHICKEN CURRY as Spicy as you like

Chicken pieces for 4 to 6 (I used 4 leg/thigh pieces, separated)
2 Tbs vegetable oil
1 medium yellow onion, chopped
2 cloves garlic, chopped
2 jars or cans (about 14 oz/400 g) tomato pulp, chopped tomatoes
Salt and freshly ground black pepper
2 tsps garam masala or to taste*
1 tsp turmeric or to taste
¼ to ½ tsp Cayenne pepper or chili powder/flakes or to taste
Several tablespoons Greek yogurt, regular yogurt, sour cream or quark (fromage frais) to taste
Juice of about half a lemon

* I had run out of coriander and cumin

In a large skillet or Dutch oven, heat the vegetable oil and then lightly brown the chicken pieces on all sides. Remove the browned chicken to a plate.

Add the chopped onions to the hot oil in the pan and sauté, stirring often, until tender and golden brown. Add the chopped garlic and, stirring, continue to cook for another minute or two until the garlic is tender. Stir in the tomato pulp, add the spices and the salt and pepper, stir until blended and then return the chicken to the sauce. Push the chicken down into the tomato sauce to cover. If you need to, top it up with a small amount of water.

Allow to simmer on low for about 45 minutes or until the chicken is cooked through and starting to pull away or fall off of the bone. Now remove the chicken to a plate and stir a 2 or 3 heaping tablespoons of the yogurt into the sauce, depending on whether you want the sauce more tomato-y or more creamy. Taste and adjust the seasonings, adding more salt and pepper, Cayenne or garam masala as desired to heighten the flavor. Squeeze in enough lemon juice to taste. One or two squeezes should do it!

Return the chicken to the pot, turn off the heat and cover. Allow to sit so the flavors meld a bit while you make the basmatic rice. Before serving, gently reheat the Chicken Curry. If you like, you can add a handful of chopped fresh coriander/cilantro.


Serve the Chicken Curry over the rice. You can serve it with a side of vegetables and cool yogurt Raita if desired.

CHICKEN CURRY

A TABLE LES ENFANTS! DINNER’S READY!


Contrary to popular belief, I do cook meals for my family. Occasionally. I love weekends and vacations when JP does all of the cooking. That frees me up to think sweet. Admittedly, there are days when my family starts hovering around the kitchen looking for signs of something savory, something which may constitute a meal, stomachs growling, and sadly they only find cake. Or macarons. Or pie. Then general grumpiness ensues. Oh, tell me why, gods of the sweet tooth? Why do I feel such a weight on my shoulders to produce a luscious, tempting, savory meal each and every day for my three men? True, they – well, he – never complains about the occasional cheese-bread-banana for dinner if I’ve been overwhelmed with my blogging duties, nor will he willingly turn up his nose at a scrumptious dessert. But dried pasta with jarred sauce doesn’t always cut it. Not 3 days in a row. Simon, admittedly, is happy enough if there are frozen pizzas in the freezer and Clem just huffs and puffs then makes plans with friends to eat out.

But once in a while, something stirs me to action, a brisk walk through the market on a cool Autumn day, the tempting odor wafting out of a restaurant as I rush by, an exquisite dish pictured on someone’s blog or a lazy stroll through one of my favorite cookbooks and my imagination is revved, my taste buds a-tingle, my hand itching to be wrapped tightly around my beautiful kitchen knife, slicing, chopping, mincing. Thoughts of stirring thick sauces in pots simmering merrily on the stove make me shiver with sensuous pleasure, delightful fragrances tickling the nose of JP as he walks through the door after a long slog through the rat race, and I’m off, basket draped over my arm and list held tightly in my hand.


I keep returning to my childhood mealtimes, times filled with either delight or dread, depending on what was placed before us on the table. Mom’s dry-as-shoe-leather liver, the crispy, caramelized onions she whipped up to accompany it and the bottle of ketchup my only saving grace. Cabbage soup that I won’t even begin to describe. Or would it be something wonderful like Surprise Burgers or Tuna-Noodle Casserole, that old Girl Scout-inspired standby? Whatever was brought to the table, good or bad, it was served up like clockwork: 6:00 on the nose every evening, exactly half an hour after dad got home. Mom, like all mom’s everywhere, would lean out the back door and yell for us kids to get to the table. Sue and Andrew on one side of the table facing Michael and I on the other, mom and dad flanking us at either end. Walter Cronkite blaring in the other room so dad could listen all the way through to “And that’s the way it is…” We were all happy eaters, giggling and laughing throughout the meal, trying hard, as hard as kids can, to stay quiet, not a peep, so dad could listen to the news. Games played around the meal: who could eat the most broccoli or spinach and titles would be bestowed: Popeye for the evening or Biggest Tree-Eating Giant. As we got older, “getting Sue angry” would be mine and Michael’s own special game: look like we were simply concentrated on whatever wonder was on our plate yet, through grimaces and secret signs, make our older sister blow her top! And get yelled at by dad!


A family meal.

There would be rejoicing all around whenever we saw dad pull out the pancake griddle or fire up the charcoal grill out in front of the house! Weekends, then and now, cooking was, and is, The Man’s Job: breakfast for dinner or steaks and burgers tossed on the grill when it was dad, moules frites or Potée or Tagine for my well-traveled husband. We were, and are, assured of something wonderful on our plates, a culinary treasure, a voyage to another place.

We are fueled by our childhoods, influenced in ways we may or may not like to admit. Dinnertime is a ritual we repeat across generations, its importance in our daily lives essential to our cultural survival. It holds the family together, gathering around the table after a day running helter-skelter between school or work, lunches grabbed on the run or lunches swallowed over business deals. Dinnertime is a calm haven, a time to get to know each other over and over again, to laugh and to bond.


Sometimes I go simple, striving to create a homey atmosphere, everything and everyone in their rightful, comfortable place. Sometimes I pull out all the stops, spending hours pouring over cookbooks, baking fresh bread or muffins, flour flying, or bringing a little exotic mystery and wonderment to the table. Ever anxious to elicit oohs and ahhs from those able and willing to make their way to my kitchen table, like the best of those 1950’s television housewives, I throw all of my energy into choosing the right recipe and recreating yet another scrumptious meal.


Lately I have been on an Indian streak, and influenced by my Indian food blog friends I have made luscious Eggs and Chick Peas in an Indian-Style Cream Sauce and that incredible Aloo Gosht, Delhi-style Lamb and Potatoes served over Aromatic Saffron Rice and both proved to me how simple it is to make and serve such fragrant, rich, delicious, magical dishes. So, streak I am on. This wonderful, family-style Chicken Curry is a recipe from Meeta’s blog, What’s For Lunch, Honey? She does point out that it is her dad’s recipe. It is indeed easy to make and is mild enough, yet flavorful enough, to please all palates. My only complaint was that there was not enough of the delicious sauce, so next time I prepare this dish, I will double the proportions for everything except the amount of chicken and make twice as much sauce. Thank-you, Meeta, for a wonderful recipe enjoyed by all.


CHICKEN CURRY
The perfect family meal!

1 chicken, cut into 8 pieces. You can also simply use 8 chicken drumsticks or drumsticks/thighs. I used 2 leg/thigh portions and 2 breast filets.
4-6 medium sized tomatoes – peeled and coarsely chopped.
1 medium onion - finely chopped
4 Tbs vegetable oil
1 ¼” (3 cm) piece ginger – peeled and finely chopped
2 garlic cloves - finely chopped
1-2 green chillies – seeds removed and finely chopped. The fiery hotness depends on your taste.
1 tsp ground coriander
1 tsp ground cumin
¼ tsp turmeric powder
salt and freshly ground black pepper
100ml water
2 Tbs yogurt – I used thick Greek yogurt
1 lime
a small bunch of coriander leaves – chopped


In a large pan heat the oil and fry the chopped onions on a low to medium heat for 10 minutes. Stirring occasionally, gently brown the onions making sure they do not burn.


Add the chopped ginger, garlic and chili to the pan and continue frying for another minute or so.

Add the cumin, coriander and turmeric powders to the mixture and fry for another 2 minutes, stirring continuously so that the spices do not stick to the pan. Add salt and pepper.


Add the water and the tomatoes. Turn up the heat and bring to a boil. Then lower the heat and simmer for 10 minutes. Place the chicken pieces into the pan and coat with the sauce. Covered, allow the chicken to cook for 30-40 minutes over a low heat, turning the pieces of chicken every so often.


Now stir in the yogurt. Make sure the liquid does not boil after you have added the yogurt to it as it will get clumpy. Add half of the lime juice. Taste and if you like add some more.

Sprinkle chopped coriander leaves and serve with basmati rice or a pilaf.


Note:
I precooked the dish up until the addition of the yogurt and lime juice. I removed it from the heat, covered the pot and went with Simon to a cooking class we had signed up for. When we returned, I discovered that JP had finished the dish, gently reheating the chicken in the sauce and stirring in the yogurt and the lime. And he made simple, plain basmati rice to accompany it. Perfect!

ALOO GOSHT - DELHI-STYLE LAMB AND POTATOES

HOT AND SAUCY


A long time ago there was a little girl, plain and simple, who dreamed of flitting off to far-away places, distant fairy-tale lands filled with color and noise, the air heavy with the tantalizing odor of spices. Her Space Age World was defined by nothing more exotic than TV dinners and ice cream outings at Dairy Queen. Occasionally she would find herself in a real traditional Florida seafood joint, the atmosphere of Old Key West, wooden tables under ceiling fans lazily spinning overhead, river breeze rippling over the water and through the palm fronds as she nibbled on golden, sizzling hushpuppies and savored shrimp scampi. Her curiosity pulled her into the kitchen where Saturdays were spent pulling salt water taffy across the length of the room with her brother or watching as her sister spread rich caramel-colored sesame-studded syrup into pans, destined to make their way into her mouth as sweet, hard, Middle-Eastern candy.

The only “foreign” restaurants to be found in her small southern town were the local Chinese and Italian. Sticky and too sweet, the dishes offered at the Asian restaurant were altered for the American palate, yet titillated her taste buds none the less. Chopsticks and tiny, delicate goblets of hot tea, little brightly-colored paper umbrellas stuck jauntily in whatever dessert she ordered (and which always found their way into her Barbie wardrobe) matched the bright red lanterns strung up along the walls as if for a never-ending party. It all hinted at something magical and mysterious, different than anything she knew at home.

Entering Rocco’s Italian Restaurant and she stepped out of the world of strip malls and steamy Florida evenings and into a dark, joyous place filled with bustling waiters and a vibrant atmosphere. Wooden tables spread with the quintessential red and white checked tablecloths and candles stuck into the straw-wrapped Chianti bottles, everything that was to make us feel as if we were eating in the kitchen of an Italian nonna, and the piles of spaghetti swirled with rich, dark ruby-red sauce or a plateful of creamy cheese manicotti and she was whisked off into another world, a place in her dreams.


As she grew older and moved from small town to big city and bigger still and sampled more flavors, each accompanied by sounds and colors, foreign tongues and culinary wonders, her imagination was ignited and the yearning to travel and discover more grew inside of her, inspiring. Italian street fairs in Soho, hands wrapped around a soft shell crab sandwich and still-warm sfogliatelle as she watched the priests sway down the street, the children scampering underfoot, excited by all the drama, listening to the shouting and the babble. She discovered the magical world of Cajun cuisine with her new husband, cooking up seafood creoles, thick, creamy, spicy sauces, real bread puddings. The aroma of couscous and tagines filled her home, saffron-colored, savory and sweet. Weekend trips to the China Snack Shop in Milan, sitting elbow to elbow with the local Chinese community as they slurped up noodles or noisily sucked fresh crab meat out of the shells, watching her little boys gobble up grilled stuffed raviolis and beg for more. Bowls filled with hummus and baba ganoush laid out on the table next to hot felafel balls or strips of lamb in satay. Indian restaurants on Milan and Paris, dark and colorful, crisp white tablecloths and tiny silver bowls of golden chutney and pale green riata, steaming, soft breads, sauces tangy with yogurt or bitten by chillis, fragrant and overwhelming by their culinary beauty.

India, soft folds of fuchsia and saffron-colored silk, beautiful women draped in jewels, the Taj Mahal wrapped in romance. We westerners may have a selective, partial vision of this magnificent country, but it is truly a country that makes us dream. Spices from saffron to pepper to vanilla, chicken or lamb smothered in succulent sauces, delicate pilaf and desserts made from the most exotic of fruits and nuts, we do crave this exciting, diverse, flavorful cuisine. I bought my first Indian cookbook years and years ago, my fabulous Madhur Jaffrey’s “Indian Cooking”, one delicious perfect recipe after another. But I haven’t cooked out of the book at all for years, no matter that I regularly open it up and sit and ogle the photographs and read and reread the recipes one after another.


And then came twitter. Deeba of Passionate About Baking, Meeta of What’s For Lunch, Honey?, Sunita of Sunita’s World: Life and Food, Aparna of My Diverse Kitchen, Ria of Ra’s Collectibles, Finla of My Kitchen Treasures, Shaheen of The Purple Foodie and Asha of Fork-Spoon-Knife, my bevy of Indian lovelies, my wonderful girlfriends, each one an amazing cook and an inspiration. Staring at the photos on their blogs of the fabulous exotic Indian dishes that find their way from these magical kitchens to their dinner tables and my imagination was on fire, I was craving rich, luxurious Indian food and the book was pulled once again off the shelf and lying open on my kitchen counter: fresh coriander, bulbs of ginger, long, slender green chillis and bottles of lovely deep-hued spices, turmeric and coriander and cumin and I was ready to cook.

And when this Aloo Gosht was simmering in the pot, I posted a photograph for my beautiful friends to see and I was taken into the fold and awarded the thrilling title of “Honorary Indian”. Thank you for inspiring me, my friends!


ALOO GOSHT – DELHI-STYLE LAMB COOKED WITH POTATOES
From Madhur Jaffrey’s Indian Cooking, no changes ever needed!

Few tablespoons of vegetable oil
6 oz (175 g) onions, peeled and finely chopped
½ - 1 fresh green chilli, trimmed, seeded and finely chopped
5 cloves garlic, peeled and finely chopped
2.2 lbs (1 kg) boneless lamb shoulder cut into large cubes
12 oz (350 g) fresh, ripe tomatoes, peeled and chopped, juices reserved with the tomatoes *
1 Tbs ground cumin
2 tsps ground coriander
½ tsp ground turmeric
¼ - 1 tsp cayenne pepper (I used ¼ tsp and it had enough bite to make it interesting but didn’t cover up the other flavors)
2 tsps salt
1 lb (500 g) firm potatoes, peeled and cut in half
30 oz (900 ml) water

* To peel tomatoes, make a slit in the bottom of each tomato with a very sharp knife and then drop them gently into a pot of boiling water to cover. Leave for just a minute or even less. You will see the skin where it was slit start to pull away. Scoop the tomatoes out of the water with a slotted spoon onto a plate and the skin will peel right away.


Put several glugs of vegetable oil (up to 7 tablespoons) in a large, heavy-bottomed pan and set over high heat. When hot, put the onions, green chilli and garlic in the pot and cook, stirring constantly, until the onion has browned slightly.


Add the chunks of lamb to the pt and stir it about vigorously for about 5 minutes.

Now put in the chopped tomatoes and their juice, the cumin,, coriander, turmeric, cayenne and salt and stir, cooking on high for another 10 – 15 minutes or until the sauce is thick and the oil seems to start to separate from it a bit (I didn’t see this separation, but the sauce was thick).


Add the potatoes and the water. Cover, leaving the lid slightly ajar, and cook on medium-low heat for about 1 hour and 10 minutes when the meat will be tender and the sauce thick.


I served this succulent Aloo Gosht over Madhur Jaffrey’s

PEELAY CHAAVAL or AROMATIC YELLOW RICE


15 fluid oz (450 ml) – measured in a measuring glass – Basmati rice
20 oz (600 ml) water + water for soaking rice
1 ¼ tsps salt
¾ tsp ground turmeric
3 – 4 whole cloves
1 inch (2.5 cm) cinnamon stick or ½ tsp ground cinnamon
3 bay leaves (optional)
3 Tbs (45 g) unsalted butter, cut into cubes

Put the rice in a colander or sieve and run under cold running water for several minutes. Drain and put into bowl with 2 pints (1.2 litres) fresh water and leave to soak for 30 minutes. Drain.

Combine the drained rice, 20 oz (600 ml) water, salt, turmeric, cloves, cinnamon and bay leaves (if using) in a heavy pan and bring to a boil. Cover with a tight-fitting lid, turn heat to very, very low and cook for up to 25 minutes or until the rice is tender.

Remove from heat, place the cubes of butter on the rice, cover with the lid and allow to rest undisturbed for 10 minutes.

Gently stir the butter into the rice with a fork and remove the whole spices before serving.



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