The food checklist – in Lucknow

I’m a list person. When there’s too much to do and time’s short, it serves to have a checklist. This being such a crucial issue, my first Lucknow checklist has to be FOOD.

Disclaimer: It would be grossly unfair to consider this post a master list of Lucknow food. More so, since I turned vegetarian. Leaving out Tunde and the lesser known (but my dad’s first favourite) Sakhawat, is a shame. You’ll find no kebabs, kormas, biryanis here. This is simply a personal list of my favourites. Lucknow really has much much more to offer a foodie.

I’ll begin with doodh-jalebi for breakfast – that’s jalebis dunked in milk. The Punekar might like it as dessert but for a true Lakhnawi jalebi is breakfast. It’s in the morning that the mithaiwalla will bring out this piping hot treat. Come evening and you’ll have a tough time finding fresh jalebis. All you’ll get is their cousin — the imarti. Slide slim crisp jalebis in your bowl of hot milk and crunch them up quickly before they get soggy, the milk tempers their sweetness perfectly. Or else you might try them with curd.

Then there’s khasta, or kachori to the Punekar. Deep fried (I so need to remember to forget the diet), filled with urad dal, it’s the perfect spicy foil to the sweet jalebi at breakfast time. Khasta-jalebi – absolute soulmates. The right way to eat it is to make a hole in it and stuff the spicy potatoes that come along. Then bite into it with your nose running and eyes watering. It’s wise to keep a few jalebis handy to cool the heat on your palate. And forget about lunch.

Next on the list is thandhai at Raja’s in old Lucknow. That used to be, and still is, the star attraction for us in Chowk. I’ve never had thandhai that tastes the same – without the overly strong flavour of saunf or black pepper. When we were kids we’d be given the option of a glass of thandhai or a film and we’d unfailingly choose the former. That was a pretty smart ploy by our canny parents to watch a film unencumbered by a brood of noisy kids.

Then there’s Sharma’s for the most delicious chaat ever. I’m not sure that shop would still be there. Once there used to be a string of chaat shops in Chowk but each time I come home I find fewer and fewer of them. The paani ka batashas never do taste the same anywhere else. However, what’s really special is the matar which I’ve yet to find out of Lucknow. Dried peas.. soaked, boiled and then fried over a slow fire in loads of ghee on a huge tawa. Served with a sprinkling of fresh coriander leaves, chillies and ginger juliennes, it’s a treat. For a person on a diet the sight of the ghee-filled lota kept on the tawa can be pretty daunting .. but for once I’ll let the tastebuds rule.

Next baati chokha off the roadside. That’s baati (roasted balls of dough) with the spiciest baingan bharta you would have ever had. Nothing special about this one except that I’ve yet to find it in Pune and it’s low on fat… so if the dust germs don’t kill you, you’re safe.

Finally.. the sweets. Malai Gilauri at Ram Asrey’s, Malai chamcham at Classic. Fresh and glistening boondi laddoos with the tiniest boondis and kaju katli made the right way, more kaju than khoa.
I almost forgot the kulfi. I’ll have some at Ram Asrey topped with falooda and I’ll also have some from the kulfiwallah who comes calling at our doorstep each evening with his potful of wares covered with that red cloth.

Umm… I think that about covers it. I need to ask my sister to draw up a list of new places that have sprung up. Lucknow is no longer just about chaat and kulfi. I spotted some swanky new places along the way that need to be explored.

God bless my stomach please.

Burritos, Indian style

I seem to be doing more and more food posts but somehow each time I take exercise seriously.. I spend a lot of time thinking of food.
However, this one’s for the kids. It was part of Hrit Naisha’s ‘holiday homework’. Yes that’s the kind of stuff they get to do. Didn’t I tell you their school’s lots of fun?  We’ve made it a number of times since then and they love it.. specially the fact that they do much of it on their own.

So pesh hai Burritos, Indian style.

Take some sauteed cabbage, grated cucumber and carrots and mix them together in a bowl. Add salt, a wee bit of pepper and a generous amount of grated cheese.
Oh yes keep an apron handy. If your child is a thorough professional like my daughter, he/she might refuse to work in the kitchen without one.
Spread the mixture onto a ‘tortilla’ (roti)
Roll it up
..and it’s done.

Yet another soup

After weeks of red soups with carrots, beets, onions and tomatoes finally a friend offered some respite – a white vegetable soup. The recipe is typically ‘me’.. no fancy ingredients, no fancy cooking.

Maggie masala cubes 4-5 (which I was surprised to find are stocked even by our neighbourhood general merchant)
Chopped vegetables – Cauliflower, beans, peas, carrots, corn. Recently I added baby corn too.
Oats 2 tbsps
Vinegar (optional)

Take water in a pan.
Let it come to boil.
Add 3-4 Maggie masala cubes. The cubes are salted so taste the soup and check if you need more.
Put in the vegetables.
Let them cook. You can let them remain crunchy or cook them soft depending on how you like them.
Grind two tablespoons of oats in a mixer with a little water. Add the oats to the soup.
Keep stirring as the mixture comes to a boil.
Simmer for a few minutes and serve.
You can add a dash of vinegar too.

Incidentally my first ever blunder at work was getting the spelling of ‘recipe’ wrong. It would have gone unnoticed except that it was in the masthead. Gosh! Never will I forget this spelling.

Happy Holi

I am a Holi convert. I grew up hiding from the mess that was Holi. I had to be coaxed out to meet the string of uncles, aunties, didis and bhaiyyas who’d drop by to wish my parents. I would come out in a not-so-good-temper, allow them to colour me, offer them the mandatory mithais and dahivadas that mum specialised in, then disappear into my hiding place wishing they’d leave me alone.

However one thing that had me excited was the food. My grandmoms would make huge boxes full of goodies. Days in advance they would sit along with my mum making gujhiyas, mathris (which we called sohaals) and dalmoth. If you haven’t had a gujhiya fresh out of a kadhai you’ve missed something in life. The hot khoa spills out to fill your mouth right at first bite and the gujhiya melts like a dream. My sister and I would pitch in sometimes. We’d sit armed with forks stabbing away at the matharis. That’s as much of our contribution as I could remember.

Then Hrit and Naisha happened and I moved to Bombay. Those were the two things that converted me. The twins, like all kids I suppose, are water fanatics. Give them water, any kind of water — coloured water, plain water, clean water, dirty water, rain water, drain water and they can play for hours. Even at two years I well remember their awe at the idea that such a festival existed — a day when mama who was forever screaming at them to stay way from water would let them splash around for hours.

And then there was Bombay. There’s Holi and there’s Bombay Holi. It’s has nothing of the old world charm of a Lucknow Holi. It’s noisy, boisterous, musical and very very wet. There would be huge sprinklers spewing water and a huger music system spewing the latest hits. People would dance with an abandon that was contagious. No protests would be valid and no one would be spared. There were no bystanders… everyone was a participant. That would be followed by a buffet lunch so we didn’t have to spend our day in the kitchen.

Like it’s said converts are the greatest fanatics… and so am I. I look forward to Holi each year with great anticipation, I bear with the kids (though not with good humour every time) when they want to change their clothes and jump back in the fray, I enjoy the colour, the water, the mess.

This year Naisha changed thrice. Each time she came home soaking wet, dripping colour, teeth chattering only to go back. The food has taken a beating though. I cook of course but not the real Holi stuff. I just can’t get the hang of those gujhiyas. It has to all come together.. the food and the colours to make the perfect Holi.. maybe next year… must master those gujhiyas.

Edited to add: My sister tells me we did play some Holi when we were  young. She doesn’t remember much of the food though.. guess we’re both differently wired.

Piece of cake

Girls and boys, brides and bachelors, busy mums and cooking challenged dads… here’s a cake anyone can make.

I’m not much of a cook and even less of a baker. My mum did her baking in that old fashioned round electric oven and then later on in an OTG. All I have is a microwave and I’m not really convinced it can make a good cake. However, I’m always on the look out for easy no-fuss stuff. The other day I stumbled upon this recipe that promised a cake “in less than five minutes” and I had to try it.

The good part
The ingredients are easily available, the recipe is simple enough with no heavy duty mixing/whisking plus it really does get made in five minutes. What’s even better .. it’s just a mug-full of cake, finishes fast so my weightloss keeps on track. Also, the kids can do it almost on their own.

Here’s how it goes..

Ingredients
4 tbsps flour
4 tbsps sugar
3 tbsps oil
3 tbsps milk
2 tbsps beaten egg
1 tbsp cocoa
1/4 tspn baking powder
Few drops of vanilla essence

The recipe uses chocolate chips, which I didn’t have, so went without.

Method: Mix everything together in a cup and put in the microwave (in what we call the ‘donkey mode’) for 2.5 – 3 minutes and it’s ready to be served.

The chefs with their creation. Forgot to get a closeup of the cake in all the excitement.

Now for the catch
Eat it up quickly. Keep it for a while and it turns into a hard hard ‘biscuit cake’ as the kids call it. However, since it’s such a small thing it finishes fast.. so there.

Try it.
http://www.instructables.com/id/5_minute_Chocolate_Cake/