It’s sweet, spicy, tangy, salty, astringent and will have you wanting for more. There are a very few dishes where you can find all the these taste in one bite ….Kalakhatta, black n tangy …purple as dark as deep darks, the flavor to match the color.
I found jamun recently in the frozen section of my Indian grocery store, not that I went looking for it, I just saw it in the freezer when I went to pick up some frozen drumsticks. I bought and it has been sitting in my freezer for the last two weeks. I wanted to make something from it, but the flu season got the better of me. Usually when one is recovering from flu, you expect a good soup or herbal infused tea on the blog - not me, am done with hot beverages, soups… am yearning some good chilled food.
I don’t think we ever bought jamun, it was one of those fruits that was everywhere. My neighbor had a tree and we always got some from their tree, even our mali (gardner) got us plentiful. But there were no takers, dad loved jamun and the only thing I loved about the fruit was the purple tongue one got after one ate them. He would feast on them, every day when in season and we would wonder what he liked about the astringent taste.
It’s been two decades and as I tasted one from the frozen packet, it flooded me with memories from childhood. I could hear my dad call out my name and ask me to wash some jamun and bring it. I could see myself taste one for the nth time and wonder why I even try….dad, relishing it with classical music on the record changer and newspaper in hand….what was another normal uneventful day, is etched so strongly in my mind. I took another bite and even though it lacked the sharpness of the fresh jamun it had enough punch to bring back some of the most cherished memories of my childhood.
My most obvious choice was kala khatta and as I improvised on the recipe, I decided to make a sorbet instead of burf ka goal ( ice- cone). I did use a lot of frozen berries, as it’s so easily available and I think it adds enough sourness and sweetness and balances the astringent flavor of the jamun.
If you want to know about the health benefits of jamun, ask my dear friend google and you will be surprised. This rich color is all natural - no artificial flavor or color.
This is a post close to my heart for more than one reason, it’s my monthly mingle with Sophia and Ilva. Favorite fruit/drink from childhood was the theme for this month.
Thursday, March 26, 2015
Tuesday, March 17, 2015
Week 10 and 11
|The chicago river is green due to St Ptricks Day celebration|
In an hour after my auto drive I was sipping jasmine tea in a Chinese restaurant. It was packed to the core….the air smelled of spicy soy sauce and freshly cooked soup. The aroma was overpowering ( in a good way) and it was hard to wait for food to come in. I was treating my sister and her family from my first salary. My little nephew was right next too me, sipping his chicken-corn soup….as his little fingers reached out to get the spring roll - there was a huge party of youngsters who made their way to the table next to ours - looked like a birthday celebration. They seemed to be charmed by the little fellow next to me, they asked him his name, his favorite color, his school….
”April shower brings May flowers” there was still snow on the ground and the winds were bone chilling. “This is weird, it has never been like this, we don’t get snow in April”. I did not care, I was excited to see snow for the first time in my life, I felt like I lived in a snow globe - it was enchanting. Two years from a warm March evening in a Chinese restaurant in the heart of South Delhi, I was in Moline - a small city in the Midwest ,United States.
Wednesday, March 11, 2015
It is crisp on the outside and soft inside, beautiful texture, whole sum, flavorful and super easy to make. I forgot to add - it is like a super food, really healthy. You can call this fritter or a savory pancake too. Created by your truly . If you do use this recipe or blog it, please link back, it takes lots of effort to develop recipes and I love link backs. :)
Evolved I have and somewhere I think it is all because I have found a creative outlet that I identify with. I have discovered myself. Small things don’t bother me, I don’t feel the need to prove myself to others - I just want to enjoy the journey. Wow ! I sound like a perfect angle….well, far from it. It was in September that I baked a cake for hub’s birthday - it was a new recipe and it fell apart and I did throw a mini tantrum that I was the worst cook ever. ( looks sheepishly )
Thankfully this is NOT a failed recipe and I just love it - total added bonus that it is super healthy.
Tuesday, March 10, 2015
I always feel, I can never do justice to nature photography. I can never encompass the breath taking experience in one frame.
Wednesday, March 4, 2015
I lift my head from my i-pad at the sound of the doorbell, teen is back from school. I heat the kofta curry and make hot chapattis as she narrates her day at school, she flicks her long straight hair from her forehead and I tell her to tie her hair before it dips in the curry . Déjà vu….. it seems like yesterday when in my gray school uniform I walk back home in anticipation of a hot yummy lunch. It’s kofta - my favorite, with hot chapatis, it’s not quinoa, I did not know quinoa then ..it’s bottle gourd kofta dunked in delicious curry. Hot chapatis, straight from the griddle to the plate. My mother asking me to tie my hair else it will be swimming in the curry and me carelessly tossing my long (then) tresses. Twenty plus years, it’s strange how we see our reflection in our children. I have a bitter-sweet feeling as I serve her hot chapati from the griddle, just like my mom did. I miss being a teen, running to my mother, confiding in her and eating food made by her …at the same time enjoying every moment of being a home maker. Making hot food, being there, listening to my teen’s stories of her school …life is indeed a full circle.
It’s amazing how food connects us. It’s called comfort food for more reasons than one, I think more than anything it just fills your soul. Twenty years ago as a teen school girl if my mom had told me this, I would have laughed, “ t taste great, so it’s the world’s greatest comfort food". I can only smile at that younger me. You are truly what you eat, eat mindfully. Food is more than a meal at the table, it’s memories, it’s a connection, it’s a relationship that you make with your loved ones as you share your meal. It is the best part of the day.