• Leg of Mutton

     

     

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    mutton [ˈmʌtən]

    n

    1. (Cookery) the flesh of sheep, esp of mature sheep, used as food

    (Clothing & Fashion)

    mutton dressed as lamb an older woman dressed up to look young

    3. (Communication Arts / Printing, Lithography & Bookbinding) Printing another word for em [1] Compare nut [12]

    [C13 moton sheep, from Old French, from Medieval Latin multō, of Celtic origin; the term was adopted in printing to distinguish the pronunciation of em quad from en quad]
    muttony  adj

    Collins English Dictionary – Complete and Unabridged © HarperCollins Publishers 1991, 1994, 1998, 2000, 2003

    Leg of Mutton refers to the puffed sleeves that start tapering elbow downwards to cling to the wrist. This billowing sleeve found great favour in the medieval ages ( at least that’s what I imagine watching movies of Henry and his many wives). But I prefer to call my specialite de maison “Raan e Khyber” Leg of Mutton when I serve it to my foreign guests.

    My Leg of Mutton is not a patch on the real Raan e Khyber which is not really strange at all considering that my leg is not of the lamb but of the goat. And nor is it from the Khyber pass but obtained from the local meat shop who in turn gets it on the hoof from Gujerat. Good meat, it is said walks to your door – it is only an animal too ill to walk that is transported.  Now with logic like that, and considering the many miles the animals have to walk, it is no wonder that the meat is tough !

    Which is why most people prefer to buy the shoulder which is still relatively tender or better still from the ribs .

    But I love the strong , rich flavour of meat – the redder the better and my arteries be damned. And nothing quite compares with a rich aromatic mutton spiced with the flavours of the Orient. So I called up Ashok the Meat Man at Grant Road Market, early this morning and asked him to deliver me a nice 1 1/2 kg of meat.

    Like all the butchers and meat men, Ashok gets his meat from the abbattoir at Deonar, which is said to be the largest in Mumbai . With a blue stamp of approval from the Inspector of Meats, you can be sure of the quality of the meat. Though the word mutton applies to sheep meat, in India it refers to goat meet. Sheep meat is supposed to be more fatty and greasy and apparently doesn’t lend itself well to goat’s meat which perfectly complements the spices that dress it up. You can also distinguish legs of lamb from legs of goat by the short bushy tail at the end of the goat’s tail.

    I asked for a cut that is best described as French Style roast – but of course Ashok sent me the rest of the leg which I also cooked along with the raan.

    So I finely ground 250g of red onions and stirred it into 250 g of whipped curd. To this I added 1 tbspn of garlic ginger paste, 1 tbspn of fresh garam masala, 1 tbspn of red chilli powder, 1 tbspn of turmeric powder, 1 tspn of salt and rubbed it on the meat . After it sat under the watchful eye of the crow greedily eyeing it from behind the kitchen window for about two hours, I seared the meat in a huge big wok with about 4 tbspns of oil. After the meat was well seared, I transferred the joint into a roasting pan, covered it with tin foil and allowed it to roast in a hot oven 180 C for about two hours.

     

  • Shirin & Farhad

    Anyone who has experienced a Mumbai monsoon can vouch for how miserable it can be when gusts of wind blow your umbrella inside out,  drains overflow and water streams down in slushy torrents down a hilly road and  the rain coming down in blinding sheets – leaving you with no option but to stay at home and watch and wait for the rain to stop. In such a scenario, going to the movies would seem a good alternative. Unfortunately, though, movie producers, who have bottom lines to consider,  think otherwise, preferring to release new films during the holidays or at festival time. Which is why, during the particularly dry monsoon, Jo and I had little option but to wait for the clouds to lift up before new movies hit the screen.  

    With movie tickets keeping in line with rising prices of other commodities, we try to maximise our movie experience by only watching those movies which have a low quotient for disappointment. Which is why we so looked forward to seeing Shirin Farhad……..

    I was so excited about seeing a movie after so long,  that I actually told Anna Shetty that I was going to see “Sharad” completely mixing up the two names much in the manner of my mother who is known for making such faux pas . Sadly, I find that after years of poking fun at her gaffes, I find myself making the same mistakes which goes to prove two undeniable truths

    • The apple never falls far from the tree
    • You land up becoming your mother.

    But getting back to the movie – it was a major disappointment. I was literally expecting to come back bellyaching with laughter but no such luck. Farhad a middle aged bachelor with a middle aged spread is blessed with an over bossy mom and a kind and understanding gran ( shades of “Vicky Donor?). While Shirin Phoogawalla is a kind big bosomed Babe staying  with comatose father and loving aunt and working as the Secretary of the Parsi Trust Organisation..  Finding a bride in a community of dwindling numbers is even more difficult for Farhad who has the added disadvantage of being a Bra SALESMAN in  Tem Tem’s Bra Shop. But fate has other things is store for the kind hearted Mama’s boy  in the form of Shirin Phoogawala who as a Trust Member insists on knocking down Nargish Pastakia’s illegally constructed water tank. With the stage set for Boy to meet Girl, romance is only natural as are the obstacles that come in the path of true love. Many unnecessary song and dance scenes later, including the miraculous recovery of a comatose Papa during a lip lock that looked more  awkward than passionate, thankfully the movie comes to an end.

    Predictably sterotyped with typical gags ( Uncle Firoze who is in love with Indira Gandhi), the gun toting crackpot of Soonawala colony and a story line which moves as slowly as the inhabitants of a Parsi colony, the movie sadly falls flatter than flat soda. What makes it worse are the songs which do nothing at all to the plot. Farah Khan’s maiden performance will sadly/gladly remain her last because she is simply unconvincing as Shirin. Boman Irani was equally forgettable and the only one who saved this movie from being a total flop was Nargish Pastakia even when she overdid the big eyes.

    Verdict : If you are looking for a Parsi movie with Parsi humour – forget it. You’d do better to hang out with your Bawa Gang at the club. What a pity. I was expecting to enjoy some great Lagan nu custar but all I came home with was a warm, flat soda.

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  • A joke for today


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    My friend Dee always manages to make me smile with her email jokes. While many of them are too risque to share, this one brought a smile to my face which was as downcast as the overcast sky. It’s no fun to get up to a dark , grey sky pouring down in sheets……….

    Complementing
                                                          Jeeto

    Thanks Dee for the smile for today.

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