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Just like Rasam

On By DeepiIn South Indian foodLeave a comment

There are some recipes that you don’t want to mess up or change, while a few recipes constantly evolve. For me, of late, this has been my Rasam and my homemade pasta sauce. 

My days, suddenly, are jam-packed. And there’s a new rhythm at home. My kids are playing mostly on their own. Lots of sketching. Scooter-riding. Basketball dribbling. We have moved to Mumbai. I have lost my sweetest maids, and Yuvi is without his Gurgaon friends. But we have each other to cope with this change. 

Amidst our busy evening, when the kids make plans to hit the outdoors, I realised I have to make something different than just Kadi chawal or Dal chawal.  So, I made Rasam and we all ate it with all our hearts. Thanks to the next-door food store that delivered Appalam papads that went perfectly with it. 

I went back to my cousin, Kanchan Rathi’s audio notes. Found her recipe and there, I was ready to make it.

Recipe: Kanchan’s Rasam 

Ingredients:

2 tomatoes 
7-10 cloves of garlic
black pepper (1-2 tsp)
Arhar Dal (optional) 1-2 tsp
Cumin seeds – 2 tsp (for spice mix), ½ tsp (for tadka)
turmeric powder 
asafoetida 
salt to taste
oil/ghee
fresh tamarind pulp (I use around 3/4th cup) 
coriander leaves 
mustard seeds 
curry leaves
dried red chillies (I never have it when I make rasam)

Method:

1.        First up, roast cumin seeds, arhar dal (optional), and whole black pepper in a kadai for 2-3 minutes. 

2.        Now, clean the garlic and get 6-10 cloves of garlic. It depends on how you like it. 

3.        Take a mortar and pestle and ground the spice mix. You can also use the grinding machine. This time around, I started pounding with the black pepper, then cumin seeds and the dal, and lastly, in the same mixture, I added in the cloves of garlic and coarsely grinded it too. 

4.        Now, I take a medium-sized steel vessel. Add some ghee. Let it heat up. Throw in some mustard seeds, asafetida,  cumin seeds, dried red chillies (optional), curry leaves and turmeric powder. Mix it a bit and add the spice mix you made with your pestle. Give it a stir. 

5.        Chop the tomatoes (my cousin squeezes them out with her fingers for a rustic touch) and hand-pound them a bit for a coarse touch. Add these to tadka. Now, add in the tamarind pulp (strain it) and a couple of glasses of water (boil it beforehand if possible).

6.        Once the Rasam has boiled for 6-10 minutes, add your chopped coriander leaves, salt to taste. Give it a taste, and if it tastes well, switch off the flame. Kanchan says, the more you boil your rasam, the tastier it is. 

7.        Serve hot with Appalam papad and hot rice.  

 

I hope you like the dish as we did it tonight. The pasta sauce recipe is coming up tomorrow. Again, it’s an evolved version. And I love it. 

The empty box of dreams

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Every artist is not blessed to have a huge audience. Some times, even a beautiful voice can be heard in an empty train tunnel. There are artists who have no listeners or readers whatsoever. But they still go on, deeply in love with their craft. There comes a day, it might struck someone of their talent. But, it can be seldom. Followers will only make your mind happy. It won’t grow your art. Some artists have His presence in their emptiness. And you should truly seek what makes your soul happy.

Hello, December

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It so happens this week; I come close to cooking, and get away. It’s a hate-love relationship. And the mixed feelings I get when I have to bear with the kids–sometimes I feel blessed, and sometimes I wonder when time will fly. I try to take it slow with every passing day. I’m trying my best to feel gratitude, but I fail too. May be I’m too thin. May be my craft will die. May be. I’m a bad example in front of the kids. So many maybes. Discontinued my yoga class. It’s a month with two events, and given the high price, I decided to give the class a miss. Where do we go now? With no writing assignments at hand, do I see any hope? How could I get that ego boost? Guess I’m here at the right time.

First up, I’m seeking music. Jasmine Sandlas is my favourite. And watching interviews, like I always do. Love those. I try to do a few stretches in the morning, but really can’t slow down. Talking about my wonderings in the kitchen. Have this urge to bake cakes. Need to get my hands on a good bottle of olive oil. And of course, cream cheese. Also, I really don’t know where to get dill leaves (exotic ones) from here in Mumbai. It was much easier to find those in Gurgaon. I’m trying to catch up with old cousins, thanks to the wedding season. Nail art, kids’ clothing something, learning to organise bags. All consuming my mind. I started writing a letter to an unknown person (thanks to Chitti Exchange). Now, I just need to post it. Finally, I feel like writing song lyrics behind the novels I try to read. Just in case if I put off from reading, I can sing a line or two and go off to sleep.

I made Dhokla second time in the month, and messed it up again. How? The last time I didn’t add ENO in it, so it didn’t get the fluffy texture, and this time, I added less salt. Bah! It was tasteless. After speaking to my cousin, Khushboo, I tried to fix it. Boiled half a cup of water and added salt in it. Drizzled it on the dhoklas. But it just didn’t get there. But thankfully, a neighbour gave a good tip. “Stop apologising. It was yum,” her text read.

Talking about goof-ups, I made some Dal and sabzis this week. Just didn’t find any satisfaction with the taste. I almost always hate to eat what I cook myself. Also, the husband has started eating this oatmeal, and it takes forever to cook! Still learning to cook it well.

Any wins in the kitchen? Nailed a Ragi soup (learnt it from Shalini of Early Foods). It’s just the best thing for your kid, when he or she is sick. And this quesadilla recipe that I tried (from the Terrace Kitchen) was so damn good. The husband loved it.

Christmas is round the corner. Have ordered a few books. Plan to spend some quality time with neighbours, relishing good food. And I’m dying to catch up with a few of my cousins. Hope to banish anxiety (for the time-being). It’s all about sending the right messages to the universe? May be, I need a good chat. Merry vibes come your way, dear readers. So long.

Motherhood Saga

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I’m stuck. And so beautifully stuck. After my second child, life has taken a turn towards Godknowswhat. It’s just the kids, and me, the blocks, and the weird toy noises. And there’s a constant effort to put the jigsaw puzzle pieces of my marriage in place. I have tasted bitterness in a real sense. Seen days and nights when I saw no inspiration sitting in my balcony—albeit the green pots and a nice view from my high-rise apartment)—anxious as to what the future beckons. Almost lost faith in everything. Sanity. Not found. Self-love? Not found. The thought that may be, my husband doesn’t like me anymore (who would, really? I really needed HELP). With my echoing words, my endless pain I just didn’t know how to go ahead with the new changes in life. A house help who would be with me 24 hours a day. Managing him, and my rage. Such a task. And not minding my tongue in front of the in-laws. Life is always not the same. Who knew better than me. My only constant strength would be writing but sadly, that too went for a toss.

Seek love, find love

The last time music came to my help was when I was in college. Everything sucked at college. I dreamt so much, hoped to do so much—but nothing happened. It was only when I was in the pits, music rescued me. After 11 years of marriage, here I’m, finding my fingers on a harmonium and raga notes to learn. God does want me to help myself. These are downs and ups you can’t help but witness. Let it flow. Let it flow. Seek self-love. Not just by sitting with your phone. Do something about it. And then came a yoga instructor who is now helping me with my mental blockages. “Please forgive me. I’m sorry. Thank you. I love you.” Started telling this to myself. “Call me when you’re up at 3AM in the morning next time. That’s just when you need to meditate,” my beautiful yoga instructor tells me. Damn. There is God in small things. Two beautiful kids, a loving husband, and an amazingly supportive family, and I’m still trying to make sense of life. May be. May be. I can now see a flicker of light towards the end of tunnel that I’m going through.

When life gives you chillies, make a thecha! 

I like food that I haven’t really explored earlier. And it’s surprising. Some marathi flavours, and some English. Ah! Those crispy toasts, insane amounts of butter and cheese. And of course, chocolate sauce. Don’t ever underestimate that bowl of delicious chocolate mousse. Mends unbelievably. Always remember. When you have only chillies in your fridge. You can still create a delicious meal. All you need is thecha and a crispy (aka kakari) roti! That said, keep hogging on those crunchy salad bowls. You need it. Your body needs it. And keep working on that dressing, one vinegar bottle at a time.

Ciao