Tuesday, February 25, 2014

Mini Pavlova

This was obviously a recipe meant for Valentine's Day. But then I decided that love should be celebrated all through the year and I should post this a few days late just to remind everyone of the promises made on V Day. I assure you, my being late had nothing to do with being inexplicably lazy.

Whether you are in love or not, this is one dessert that you'll enjoy. Mini heart shaped pavlova drizzled with melted dark chocolate and filled with whipped cream, cherry pie filling and chocolate sauce; what's not to like?

Friday, January 31, 2014

Erachi Achar - Beef Pickle

We malayalees are a very imaginative lot. Which is why we name our children in ways that make them want to jump in front of a super express train. Only in Kerala would Suja's and Mathew's kid be called Maja, and Rani's and Balu's kid be named Luni. (Thus assuring the world that both parents contributed equally to the birth of the child.) Aprilmon would be the unfortunate boy who made his appearance on earth in April, and Maymol would be the girl who was born in, you guessed it, the month of May! With all due respect to people who make it to the obituary column, the names of the deceased's kids make for some fun reading at times. I came across an Anish, Binish, Danish and Finish brotherhood once. Guess the parents (one of them featured in the paper) had wanted a girl but decided to put a finish to all their trials with the birth of Finish.

Tuesday, January 7, 2014

Meen Mappas - Spicy Fish Stew from Kerala

The holiday season is over, but work hardly comes in, and when it does, it's in a very slow trickle. The mind is about to pop up one of the screen savers it stores in its recesses for such occasions - sometimes the image of a juicy burger or of a creamy chocolate cake, or of Antony Moses and all of his packs from Mumbai Police (though the mind thankfully keeps the ending out to keep things entertaining). But I decide not to let the screen savers take over because they give me this dreamy and far away look that may not look appropriate in office. So, I make a massive effort to steer clear of the image of AM that the mind was tempting me with and I concentrate on the more puzzling aspects of life.

Monday, December 2, 2013

Homemade Pita Bread, Tahini and Pickles

I spent almost half my lifetime in Oman but my experience with Arabic food is very limited. Hardly surprising, because Salalah, the town I lived in was more or less like Kerala. It was surprisingly green for a desert, got the occasional rainfall that the Arabs loved to watch and most importantly, the place was infested with malayalees. I know, I know, the gulf is teeming with our kind but if it hadn't been for the Arab's blatant disregard for family planning, we would have surely outnumbered them in Salalah. The interaction with locals was minimal - the only one I can recall as of now is being chased by a Arab boy till I fell off my cycle. Indians had a separate school, shops and offices were managed by Indians and other nationals and even the hospital and clinics had Indian staff; thereby cultural influence was minimal. So, like all other malayalees, we went to Indian and Indianized Chinese restaurants and places serving Arabic food (if there were any at the time) were totally ignored.

Thursday, November 21, 2013

Chocolate Cherry Cake

I was updating my resume recently and after a bit of counting on my fingers, I noted down a total experience of 8.3 years. I felt kind of low the rest of the day, for apparently no reason and then it hit me. My college years were far, far behind me; I was not quite young anymore; I was, gulp, middle aged! But was I really not young anymore? Weren't things more or less the same as before? Let me see...

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