• The Perfect Chello Kebab

    The Perfect Chello Kebab

    Rice is an integral part of Asian and South Asian Cuisine. This modified grass has a special significance to all of us who have been weaned on a soft gruel of rice, Gradually as the palate developed along with the gut, salt, aromatic spices and other ingredients were added to make the simple rice dish into something wholesome and more nutritious than pure starch.

    Thus rice with vegetarian or non vegetarian additions became the staple of all Asians. We Indians were introduced to the non-vegetarian rice by the Muslims who invaded our country.

    A one pot meal was the most convenient way to eat food for an army that was mostly on the hoof either as invaders or on the run.

    Copper Chimney was an upgrade on Khyber and Kwality, the two restaurants that made up the Indian dining scene in Mumbai of the 1960’s. Among its signature dishes was the creamy chicken pulao called “Chello Kebab”.

    The long fragrant grains of basmaati mixed with a lightly spiced aromatic boneless chicken that melted in your mouth was rounded off with a thick creamy sauce of : well , pure cream.

    It was no wonder then that almost anytime we visited this restaurant, one of us would order this dish.

    During the Pandemic, the restaurant would deliver this dish as a Takeaway but sadly two of our attempts resulted in disaster with the delivery boys going to the wrong place. Naturally I decided to make this myself….. especially since the restaurant charged an enormous amount only to face disappointment.

    After several attempts, I finally chanced upon the perfect recipe which can easily be made at home with the simplest of equipment and ingredients.

    So what I did was defrost 500 g of boneless chicken overnight.

    In the morning, I marinated it in a paste of 2 tspns garlic ginger paste, I tbspn of garam masala, 1 tspn of salt and 1/2 cup of whipped curd.

    An hour or so later, I browned One large onion thinly sliced in some oil which was tempered with 1 bay leaf, 1 ” piece of cinamon, 4 cloves.

    In the meawhile I had kept aside 200 g of rice, nicely rinsed for around 10 minutes.

    Once the onion wasbrowned, I added the rice and let it fry for 2-3 mins. I then added some strands of saffron and the chicken.

    I quickly added some hot water, gave the pot a good stir, covered it with a well fitting lid and lowered the heat.

    I allowed the rice to cook on simmer for at least 20 minutes or till the water dried up.

    Before serving, I added 200 ml of cream and mixed the entire aromatic pulao thoroughly so that all the grains and meat were evenly blanketed with cream.

    The meat was tender and luscious retaining its moisture and flavour…….

  • Travels to the North East

    It was the middle of October and Diwali was round the corner . Travelling was the last thing on my mind especially since we still hadn’t seen the last of CoVid .

    Besides, my head was filled with menu options for the Diwali party that Prima Donna had organised for the extended family.

    With thoughts of Chicken Curry and Kadai Panir swimming in my head I paid scant regard to Prima Donna’s prattle about her itinerary to the North East . After all she was travelling with a friend and I was by now grappling with a new spoke in the wheel – Anna Shetty’s suggestion to serve a pan Asian meal .

    However, there is Someone Upstairs who is looking down and making sure that all my plans go for a toss.

    So there I was on Thursday morning ( 29th November ) making my way down the Sea Link towards Mumbai’s CSIA to catch the early morning flight to Guwahati .

    Believe it or not, this was my first time at the Domestic terminal and I was quite surprised to see it match up to its international cousin.

    The airport was buzzing with activity and once inside it was more like a train station with literally hundreds of passengers ready to take off . While it was heartening to see so many people travel, the Security couldn’t cope with the crowd especially since the additional step of lowering the mask for identification slowed down the process , so it was quite a long wait till I could get my morning fix of coffee.

    The flight was full and we had the last seats in the cabin . It didn’t matter much even though it was a three hour flight. But seeing the constant trips to the loo made me realise that coffee before flying is a bad idea unless you are wearing an adult diaper .

    As promised, the IndiGo flight was on time and we landed smoothly at the LGB ( poor Lokpriya Gopinath Bordoloi after whom the airport is named would have been shocked that LGB has a queer connotation these days! ).

    It had a charming old world air about it even though it was being upgraded and had cordoned off areas under construction. But it was awarded the prize for the Best Improved Airport. Yet somethings, like attitude, cannot be upgraded that easily and we had a brief introduction to a local time that literally differed from ours. After an unduly long wait at the luggage belt, we stepped out to meet our driver Anil who held our name on a scrappy sheet of paper and welcomed us with a friendly grin that brought back memories of the childhood song ‘Never smile at a crocodile’.

    Stuffing our luggage in the back, he took the long way back to the city and in almost half the time it took us to reach Guwahati, he traveled the next 22km to the hotel ! But this, he claimed was a more scenic route and less crowded though as the sun began to set we could see less and less of the landscape rolling by.

    But finally we did reach Guwahati .

    Ciao

  • Back to School

    Back to School

    One of the discoveries I’ve made during the pandemic is that the hippie life is not for me. With no compulsion to do anything except just what was essential was good for a while.

    And as we realised what had hit us, we developed a routine of sorts albeit a largely fluid one that depended on the ups and downs of the virus. On days that it spiked, we stayed at home fearful and on days it lay low, we cautiously stepped out to catch up with work that needed to be done.

    But I was a creature of habit and a slave to my routine. I didn’t actually know how much I valued a regimented life till this weekend which officially is the last weekend before school begins .

    Photo by Alexandr Podvalny on Pexels.com

    Today the Little People start a new year of school and there’s is a palpable excitement in the air .

    Our house right now is a mess with kitchen emptied out. Taking advantage of the lull in the pandemic , we finally being given a new coat of paint) and the jars of pulses have become part of the living room decor.

    But nothing can dampen the enthusiasm of Ms Papaya who is thrilled to go back to school after a two month break, albeit virtually.

    The last academic year was a bit of a washout because no one foresaw the temporariness that became a way of life. After the initial shock of conducting school on line , the teachers gradually learnt to deal with Zoom calls, iffy connectivity and bored children whose attention wandered away from the screen.

    But this year, not knowing when physical school will start, the teachers have made a more structured program, taking into account all the pitfalls of running a virtual school.

    On Friday a parent orientation introduced the parents to the teachers. Primary school means big business with no more pussyfooting and babying of the Little Ones.

    At 6 years ( most of the first graders are 6) the children no longer need spoon feeding and have graduated from toilet accidents and tantrums. They have left toddlerhood behind them and are ready to step out as wide eyed students.

    But their back to school is quite different from ours.

    Covering books

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    The thrill of getting back was filled with momentous events like getting new uniforms as many of us grew during the holidays .

    More often than not , we got new shoes too ! Black for every day and tennis shoes as we called canvas shoes back then . Needless to say, it was our task to keep them clean and shiny and Saturday mornings were spent slathering out canvas shoes white with a gooey white polish.

    There was the mad scramble of collecting text books and notebooks and covering them with brown paper.

    The day before school reopened our dining table became an assembly line with my mum cutting the brown paper , me covering the books and my brother sticking down the edges with scotch tape.

    Then came the task of cutting out labels , printing our names in our neatest handwriting and sticking the label on the cover without smudging the writing and making a mess of the cover.

    This sounds easier than what it was because we had to use fountain pens and blotting paper to make sure the writing didn’t smudge. Unlike the quick fix glue of today, our clear runny glue squeezed out from a recalcitrant rubber stoppered bottle made the labels moist.

    Finally, a spanking new pencil box with a new ruler, pencils, sharpener and an eraser ( we called them rubbers though ) our back to school kit was ready.

    Every other year, we got a new school bag. It was either a bulky trunk-like box or a cloth/canvas shoulder strap satchel. Some lucky kids carried their stuff in an Air India bag. But all in all, these bags were bulky, ugly and heavy .

    And today

    Alas , today the Little Ones have no books to cover but devices to charge so that they can have uninterrupted screen time .

    They will miss out on the thrill of finding out who they’re going to sit next to in the school bus, lunch table and class .

    But the excitement of getting back to their routine of classes and learning remains unchanged.

    I’m sure it won’t be long before their virtual world becomes a reality .

    Happy school year to everyone starting school !

    Ciao,

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