Indian South African Bunny Chow

(continued) Chapter 4: Hong Kong (2009-2012)

No bunnies were hurt during the creation of this recipe. Only waistlines were expanded.

By now, you are half way through my life, and know a bit about my journey. You must have also realised that this Hong Kong chapter has little to do with local food or inspirations, and more about the adopted in-law country. In truth, I ate a ton of local food during this time, but experimented with little. Hong Kong was a mentally, professionally and personally heavy (yet lovable!) time, and I was focussed on re-creating myself after the biggest blow life had thrown me. In typical Hong Kong style, we worked late, ate out a lot, and explored the amazing hikes in and around the city. It helped me heal.

In 2011 we got married. We had - not 1, not 2, but 3 weddings. How did I survive it you ask? Well, our mantra was to worry less about the details (as the family would do that for us regardless) and more about who we surround ourselves with. We had a big fat Indian wedding, a big fat South African reception and a registration party in Hong Kong. With fewer formalities and more loved ones, they were all perfect and heaps of fun - at least for us. I told you I was the rebel in the family!

When we arrived in South Africa in March 2011 (my 2nd trip ever), I was determined to make this one a positively memorable one….and stay away from beer ;). My husbands’ cousin was taking us out for lunch the day before the reception, and he mentioned Bunny Chow. Bunny what! OMG I squealed, “I would NEVER eat a cute little bunny”. Laughter. So I learnt through my ignorance that Bunny Chow involves no bunnies, and in fact, originated as a vegetarian meal amongst the Indian community in Durban. After all the ‘shaadi ka khana (wedding cuisine) in India, I was so very happy to try something different for a change.

Back in the day, when land workers immigrated to South Africa, they needed an easy way to carry their lunch to the fields. Their wives wondered how to provide them a filling, nutritious meal that would consist of familiar Indian curry-based home food, but yet be easy to pack and eat in the open without utensils. Indians are known to be creative in times of need - ’jugaad’ as we call it - that loosely translates into ‘makeshift’. Thus came the idea to the wives club - they hollowed out big loaves of bread, and used that as a bowl to pack the curry in. When the farmers opened their lunch, not only did they not need additional bowls, but the curry soaked through the bread wonderfully and made for a delicious, satisfying lunch. Originally, this was done with vegetarian curries like beans and potatoes, but over time has been adapted to include the more of the favourites like chicken and mutton curries.

Durban definitely does Bunny Chow the best - thanks to the big Indian community. So the cousins and us headed towards a locally Indian market, made our way through the spice and fish shops, and landed up in a tiny hole in the wall that boasted the “Best Bunny in Town!”. I was skeptical at first - I mean how many eateries claim to do ‘the best’ of something worldwide! But, I was not disappointed. I ordered a chicken version and asked for it to be mild (given my experience of South African spice levels!) - it was still hot, but soooo delicious that I just couldn’t stop eating it. We laughed about having to alter my reception dress for the next day. That moment was life changing in many ways - I discovered that bread does go well with curry (something I always ridiculed the husband for!), that I could tolerate more spice in things that were too good to stop eating, and that there is yet another Indian South African foodie gem that I had to try making at home.

Several years after, I still continue to make mini versions of that Bunny Chow at home, with a variety of fillings. Our favourite veg version has been this one, with chickpeas, that I share with you today.

Also, true to its claim, that little stall in Durban’s Indian market is the best Bunny I’ve ever had… till today.

Ingredients

For the chickpeas

2 cups chickpeas, boiled

2 large plum tomatoes, finely chopped or blended to a paste

1 medium onion, finely chopped

1 green chili, sliced lengthwise

2 tsp ginger garlic paste

1 medium courgette (zucchini), diced (optional)

1 tsp cumin seeds

1 tsp cumin powder

½ tsp turmeric powder

2 tbsp coriander powder

1 tsp garam masala

1 tbsp South African Indian masala (optional). Can be replaced with 1 tsp red chili powder

6 tbsp light olive oil (or more, let’s not get skimpy here!)

Salt to taste

For the raita (yogurt dip)

1/2 cup full fat yogurt

1/4 cup sour cream (optional)

1 small carrot, grated

1 small green chili, finely chopped

Some fresh coriander, finely chopped

1/4 tsp cumin powder

Salt to taste

Others

8-10 buns or dinner rolls

Method

Make the chickpeas: Heat oil in a non-stick pan. Add green chili, cumin seeds and ginger garlic paste and cook for a few minutes till the seeds start to splutter. Add onions and sauté on medium flame till the onions turn brown. Now add the tomatoes, along with all the dry spices. Cover on medium flame and cook till tomatoes turn tender and can be crushed with the back of a spoon. If using blended tomatoes, the raw taste should disappear and oil should start to separate from the edges (around 8-10 minutes).

Stir in the chickpeas and courgette, and cover and cook on medium flame for 10-12 minutes so the chickpeas absorb the flavours and the courgette is tender. Open cover, mix well and let it simmer for a few minutes to dry any excess liquid. We want the gravy to be thick and not runny. Garnish with fresh coriander and keep aside.

(For non-veg version, replace with chicken/mutton – add instead of chickpeas and cook for a little longer)

Make the yogurt: Beat the yogurt till there are no lumps, Mix all the ingredients for the raita, and keep aside.

Put it all together: Cut the top off your bread rolls. Scoop out the centre, making sure it doesn’t become hollow at the bottom, and create a bread bowl. Add the chickpeas into the bread bowl, top with some carrot raita and serve immediately. As with most of my recipes, skip the cutlery, and simply dive in with your hands.

Masala Vadai (South Indian Lentil Fritters) - Vegan / Glutenfree

(continued) Chapter 3: Singapore (2000-2007 / 2008 - 2009)

I was hurting.

This was the darkest period of my life. After the incident, I moved back to Singapore to be with family, working a 9-6 banking job, trying to keep it all together for my brother and my father. But still hurting. I honestly don’t think I remember many thoughts or stories from these few years, and yet, it is so critical to think back and share some of it with you.

I was a project manager at a reputable bank - something I should’ve been proud of at 25. However, instead, every day I itched to leave and clear my mind, itched to heal, itched that it would all go away and be a bad dream, and itched to head back to Hong Kong - where my comfort blanket and then boy friend/now husband, lived. Every day I hoped the next day would feel better - mentally and physically, hoped my father and brother were coping, hoped I was being supportive enough, hoped that I would see the point of all this pain finally.

My father had moved temporarily to Singapore to be with my brother and I for a year. But although we lived together, we rarely talked as a family. My mother was the talker, the glue. Without her, everything just fell silent. Family felt like a duty, I felt we didn’t connect, and I didn’t know how to help myself or them grieve meaningfully. Through this, I tried to instil some feelings of ‘normality’ by cooking dinner each day. I felt that perhaps eating a warm, fond dish together would bring down some bridges. But I was too wrapped up in my emotions to understand that I wasn’t the only one facing monumental changes that no one dares to dream of - I see this clearer now. My father had been dealt the worst hand of it all - loss of life & words.

Through this there were two people in my life that literally kept me together. First - my boyfriend/husband, who despite knowing that he wasn’t accepted much by my father (more on that later), always had my side. And second, my university friend, G.

G used to work just around the corner at another bank, and was always there when I needed her. Like anyone else, she didn’t know what exactly to say or do to help, but she always tried. One of the things that became an almost daily ritual for us at work, was to step out for a late morning coffee + snack at a nearby kopitiam (coffee shop). It was the same - she would message saying “kopi & vadai time?” (coffee & fritter time), and I would say, “don’t feel like eating, but I’ll meet you for company”. We then met at the kopitiam few steps from my office thay was run by an Indian uncle, and he served the best South Indian snacks during the day - masala vadai, medhu vadai, sweet roti, curry puff, puttu and always a great kopi c (strong black coffee with evaporated milk). And almost every time, I would give in and eat. Talking to her, sitting there whiling away time, skipping work responsibilities, eating Indian snacks from a greasy plate made of newspaper, somehow made things feel normal. Unworried. Like nothing had changed. If only for a few minutes. Maybe because the flavours reminded me of happier times in Bangalore.

So, between G and my boyfriend, between the long and short distance, they looked out for me.

And I tried to look out for my dad and brother.

This Masala Vadai recipe is a thank you to all those who supported me when I was at my lowest. And the coffee shop uncle who I never knew, but fed my sanity and helped me slowly creep out of the darkness…

Ingredients
1/2 cup chana dal (split bengal gram) - approx 125 grams, soaked in water overnight

1/2 tsp coriander powder

1/4 tsp ground black pepper

1/2 tsp red chili powder

1 small onion, finely chopped

2-3 green chilies, finely chopped

1 tsp grated fresh ginger

10-12 fresh curry leaves, finely chopped

2-3 stalks of fresh coriander, finely chopped

Salt to taste

Oil for deep frying

Method

Drain all the water from the soaked chana dal, and grind it coarsely in a blender along with the dry spices - black pepper, coriander powder, chili powder and salt. It doesn’t have to be smooth, and some big chunks of dal that remain are ok. Do not add any water at all to grind, or it’ll break when frying.

Transfer to a bowl, and add all the remaining ingredients. Mix well with your hands till all the ingredients are well combined with the dal.

Use your hands to roughly shape into 1.5 inch discs. Do this with all the mixture and keep aside.

Heat oil in a deep pan. Once hot, slowly drop your vadai from the side into the oil. Fry till crispy and golden brown on both sides, and drain on a paper towel.

Serve hot with coriander chutney or chili mayo. These taste good hot or cold!

Chicken Keema on Lettuce (Glutenfree)

[Continued] Chapter 1: Food As I Knew It (1982-2008)

By now, you may have grasped that I basically cook because of my mum.

But I also cook for her. In her memory. And to make her proud.

Every family has their happy and sad moments. And I believe every family also has a pick-me-up dish.

In the last post I mentioned, my parents departure from Bangalore (back to Delhi) wasn’t exactly a happy one. This story will shed some light on that.

Let me take you back to May 2004. The time that I feel was the silent end to some of the calm in our simple lives. Can’t quite forget the time. I had my university final exams, and I used to speak to my parents, or mother, at least once a day. If not speak then chat. That day I was in my university library, doing something mathematical, trying to get hold of my parents. A day went by, and then two. I started to worry, and told my friend that I sensed something was wrong. She told me to not overthink. I was famous for overthinking. My brother was at the same university, and he kept nudging me off as well.

Last day of exams. All done, we were going to graduate soon! I had a fancy investment banking job lined up - wasn’t interested much in the job honestly, but was definitely looking forward to the pay. My brother sat me down on the steps to our amphitheatre and asked me to cancel my flights to India (I was heading home in a week for the holidays). “But why, what are you hiding!”. My brother is a bad liar, I can see through him even when he doesn’t know it. He had known it all along, but my dad didn’t want the news to interrupt my exams. How very Indian of them! Made me so mad. Did then, and does now.

Car crash. I knew there was a reason my mother wasn’t responding! They were on their way for a holiday, and a drunken wedding party van forced them off a culvert. Saving the rest of the details, what followed was a traumatic and life shattering experience for them. Although I think they never did admit it. From being air lifted into a hospital, to several months in rehab/recovery, it changed their life (and ours) in a flash of second. Only then, I didn’t know the extent of the damage it will cause in years to come. If only I could be mature at 22 and drop everything to give them what they needed the most at that time. Family.

Don’t get me wrong. I did go home. Nobody could stop me from doing that. I did nurse them for a few months, saw them in and out of hospital. Once my mother even returned to the ICU and I kept thinking, “This cannot be it, can it?”. Thankfully it wasn’t. But it was shocking and confusing to me as well. I didn’t know how exactly to support them, and I wasn’t ready to switch roles and be the parent yet. My dad kept a brave face of course, but I had never seen my mum so weak and mentally broken before.

So I did what I knew best. I cooked for them.

Our family had a pick-me-up-dish which my dad lovingly called the “zindagi banaane waala chicken” - “life making chicken”. It was a dish my mum created by mistake. I can’t quite recall the first time we had it, but it was a school holiday weekend, and weekends meant non-veg. She must have been trying to make chicken curry, a staple, and realised she wasn’t stocked on some ingredients. Lo and behold came a dish on the table we had never set eyes on before. It was spicy, tangy, with thick gravy that hugged every chicken morsel - oh a delicious mistake! We all loved it and licked up every last morsel with rice. Since that day, it was a ritual to have “Zindagi banaane waala chicken” on happy and not-so-happy occasions alike. We had it in school holidays, or when we had something to celebrate. We had it on days we did something fun together as a family. And mum sometimes made it when she knew dad was upset, as it brought a smile to our faces, and made us forget any lingering worries. I just had to cook this for them in Bangalore. I was sure it would create a tiny streak of normality in those stressful days of healing and shock.

My mother didn’t quite have a recipe for it, but somehow manage to get it right every time. She claimed it was too easy to pen down. How I wish she had! I couldn’t quite get the full recipe from her after the accident, and I wasn’t much of a cook back then, so I just made them a version of it that I thought was right. They said it was perfect - but of course, I beg to differ.

Life moved on. I returned to start my job in Singapore, and a year later my dad decided to quit his job, leave Bangalore and return to Delhi. A plan in the making for a while, but the accident and injuries accelerated it all. Once back in Delhi, this chicken looked over many decisions, and served them several stressful nights.

Saddest part - I never did ever find out the recipe. It’s still a mystery. And now there is no one to ask.

This recipe is a take on that very chicken. It doesn’t do it justice, but I hope somewhere she is watching, chuckling and correcting my version of her mistake…

Ingredients

250 gm minced or finely chopped chicken breast

2 large plum tomatoes, diced

2 tsp ginger garlic paste (or 4 cloves of garlic, crushed + 2 tsp grated ginger)

2 green chilies (more if you want to turn up the heat!), finely chopped

1 medium onion, finely chopped

1/2 green pepper, cut into small cubes

1/2 red pepper, cut into small cubes

1 bay leaf

1/2 tsp cumin seeds

1/4 tsp turmeric powder

1 tsp cumin powder

2 tbsp coriander powder

1/2 tsp garam masala

6 tablespoons olive oil (more the better!)

Salt to taste

Lettuce leaves to serve, washed and soaked in cold water (to retain their crisp)

Optional toppings: Sour cream, freshly chopped coriander, lemon juice

Method

Heat oil in a non stick pan. Add the cumin seeds, bay leaf, chilies, ginger and garlic and cook for a few minutes till the seeds begin to splutter.

Add the onion, along with a little salt (to help them sweat), and cook till the onions start to brown. Add the red & green peppers, tomatoes and all the dry spices. Mix well, let it simmer covered on medium-low flame for around 10-12 minutes, till the tomatoes are soft (crush them with the back of your spatula), fully cooked and oil begins to separate from the sides. Once the raw taste of tomatoes has disappeared, add the chicken, cover and cook on medium heat for another 10-15 minutes, or till the chicken is cooked through. Remove cover, turn up heat and saute till all excess liquid is absorbed. You want the spices and gravy to coat every piece of chicken. Adjust salt, and garnish with some fresh coriander.

When ready to serve, pat dry the lettuce leaves and add 2 generous spoonfuls of chicken keema on each leaf. Top with fresh coriander, sour cream and a dash of lemon.

For a traditional version, serve over rice. Sticky rice is my favourite!

Raw Grape and Ginger Soup

"Grapes are a favorite, and not only as wine,

I love them as a snack, natural & fine

Sweet as Fall, they create a soup swell

Raw, vegan, glutenfree, and sugar-free as well!

Just blend it all up, with spices favorite few

Leave it to chill, and there's a recipe new

Not complicated, doesn't take all your time free

Delicious & easy, as easy as cooking can be!"

Ingredients

1 pound seedless green grapes

1 inch piece of fresh ginger

Juice of 1/2 a lemon

6-8 fresh mint leaves

1/4 teaspoon paprika/chili powder (adjust to taste)

1/4 teaspoon black salt/rock salt

1/4 teaspoon cumin powder

1/4 teaspoon cumin seeds

1/4 teaspoon cracked black pepper

Pinch of salt

Wash the grapes and remove from stem. Put in a blender along with ginger, lemon juice & mint. Blend till smooth. Stir in all the dry spices (adjust seasoning to taste) and refrigerate for 2-4 hours. Serve chilled.

Yes, that's it!

A refreshing, raw and uber healthy soup to accompany your fall table.

Fresh Peach Rasam

“I love biting into a ripe peach

That smells of summer, and the beach,

With juices that trickle down the chin

As I bend over the kitchen sink.

I eat one, then two, then three

And wish I had a peach tree,

I’d then dip them in syrup, bake a pie

Blend into a smoothie, or try in chai

Make chutney, perhaps pickle a few

Brew up this rasam, and serve to you!”

Ingredients

4 ripe peaches - peeled, de-seeded and quartered

½ teaspoon mustard seeds

1 tablespoon olive oil

¼ teaspoon red chili flakes or paprika

½ teaspoon roasted cumin powder

½ teaspoon dry mango powder

¼ teaspoon black/rock salt

Pinch of salt

Sugar to taste (only if the peaches are not sweet enough)

2-3 mint leaves, roughly torn

Blend the peaches with ½ cup water.

Heat oil in a pan. Add the mustard seeds and cook till they begin to splutter. Stir in all the dry spices, mint leaves and peach puree. Bring to a slight simmer & remove from heat immediately. Adjust sugar/seasoning and refrigerate overnight. Serve chilled.

Dinner Under The Bridges - A PopUp Picnic

"It's September! see what a season brings, a cooling breeze, and your heart does sing

Changes to the plate, and that sullen mood, it's time to reconnect with your food

Take a gamble, give a new cuisine a try, perhaps a spiced fritter in lieu of that french fry?

Whatever you dare, it'll be oh-so neat, for there will be new storytellers you'll meet

There is magic on a table that shares, moments of unparalleled freedom from worldly cares

So eat, smile, give a compliment or two...nothing like happiness from a taste new!

When you're done, take a look around, count the new friends you just found

Wasn't this as simple as just being you? and that my friends, is a dining experience true!"

You know those weeks when you wake up everyday and something seems to go wrong? This, is definitely NOT it. This week I feel elated, accomplished and pretty exhausted. Go on, ask me why.

On Wednesday, in a collaboration with Komeeda NYC, I hosted a popup picnic dinner under the Brooklyn & Manhattan Bridges. The setting was perfect, the wind was on our side, the sunset gleaned brighter than usual and along with my wonderful co-host, the guests were just the kind of bunch you want to spend a random NYC Wednesday evening with. In short, it was magical. And I was so glad to be a part of creating it all.

In a true 29. style, the meal consisted of a 5-course indian inspired menu. The guests were welcomed with mini spicy rice frittata bites smothered in mint yogurt and curried eggplant toasties. Not a bad way to begin eh? While they said their hellos, got to know each other, and prepared for the surprise that awaited, we lit some candles, spread out the cushions and worked our way to the highlight of the day - the dinner.

As the sun set over the Brooklyn & Manhattan bridges, our popup came to life. The courses, seasonal, balanced and apparently scrumptious (duh!), started with a raw Chilled Green Grape Soup with with mint, ginger & spices. A roasted Chickpea Chaat in a tangy tamarind vinaigrette colored the plates next. Then came the Fishcake Sliders - my personal favorite - and complementing it was a little game to keep our guests in the spirit (and occupied while I plated the next course!). The fourth and final savory course was a trio of Turmeric Pilaf, Masala Chicken & Spiced Lentil Broth. I had to respect the carrot season so the dessert was one of my regulars, Carrot Halwa drizzled with gooey homemade burnt sugar caramel & coconut dust. (Mmm, I might have some leftovers as I type..)

Needless to say I had fun. And as I leave with you with a more visuals of an event that we would've loved to meet you at, a BIG shout out to all those who came! Especially my collaborator-in-crime and the brain behind Komeeda, Jabber, and our shutter-eye for the evening, Felix, who's photos reflect the very essence of the event! (Check out his photography at Cooperfield Weddings)

Oh, and there is much more where this came from. 'Nuff said. Watch this space!

Tandoori Chicken Drumlets

“Chicken so tender

It melts right through,

With flavor & spices

Oh-so fool proof.

Baked or pan-fried

That’s your call,

But the taste takes you back

To that late-night tikka stall!

Munch away, no guilt

It has not much oil,

But superior in every way

From that [yawn] soup on the boil…”

Ingredients

6 chicken drumlets (skin on)

2 tablespoons full cream yogurt

6 cloves of garlic, finely crushed

2 teaspoons grated ginger

1 green chili, finely diced

½ teaspoon cumin powder

½ teaspoon red chili powder or paprika

1 heaped teaspoon coriander powder

½ teaspoon garam masala

¼ teaspoon cinnamon powder

¼ teaspoon turmeric powder

Juice from one lemon

Handful of fresh coriander , roughly chopped (leaves & stalk)

Salt to taste

Olive oil to cook

Wash the chicken pieces and pat try on a kitchen towel.

Mix all the ingredients for the marinade.  Rub the mix all over the chicken pieces, making sure you rub under the skin as well. Refrigerate overnight or for 6-8 hours.

To cook, you can follow either of the below.

Baking method

Pre heat the oven to 400 F. Grease a cookie sheet/ baking tray and line the drumlets, skin side down. Drizzle some olive oil over the pieces. Cover with aluminum foil and bake for 20 minutes. Remove cover, turn the drumlets skin side up, and bake for another 30 minutes, till the skin begins to brown.  Give it a quick 5-6 minute broil in the end to crisp the skin. Remove from the oven and let it rest covered for a few minutes.

Stove top method

Heat 2-3 teaspoons olive oil in a non stick pan. Once hot, line the drumlets skin side down (they should sizzle immediately!). Cover and cook for 8-10 minutes on medium flame. Turn the pieces around and cook for another 8-10 minutes or till full cooked. Remove cover, turn up heat to crisp up the skin. Remove from heat and let it rest covered for a few minutes

Serve hot with a dash of yogurt or sour cream and your favorite salad.

Leftover tip: Remove the meat from the bones and refrigerate for a second treat the next day! Can be turned into a delicious lettuce salad, chicken sandwiches, nacho cups or a topping on your favorite pilaf or biryani.