MY STYLE DOSA ALOO MASALA FILLING

 It's 3:10 pm, just started with the blogpost. I was updating an earlier blogpost VEGETARIAN CURRY PUFF, we don't require frequent "the", "and" in a sentence! I love to write, couldn't master the art. I need to update the pictures too, I cook it better today. I practically did nothing since morning except going for swimming. I don't go for walk on days I do blogposts. People balance work and home, I can't manage time, multi-tasking is not my thing! The good part is I never get bored with this unfruitful life. If I close my eyes, think, I see I haven't made any fruitful contribution to society! This hurts; wish my readers to say, "you have gifted us recipes", I would feel happy, if not thrilled, I have seen boutique blogs. My question is if blogs have become irrelevant, have reels taken over totally?

I know nothing beyond cooking, eating, arranging them in blogposts! It is you, my readers, to say if they are captivating, at least engaging or not. I am a food blogger since August 2014, I do not know about seo, traffic. I have not studied deeply about type of my readers. The bloggers I started my journey with are either big names or shifted to other areas of interest! I enjoy doing what I do, but wanted to have big fan following, fruitful interactions. You turn mad if popularity drops even after improving your quality of work, no one helped me with my passion except for few food bloggers at initial stage!

This hurt wouldn't ever go, I pursued my passion but couldn't achieve as desired, should have, that my own didn't help me a bit, encouraged! I hail from a family of great cooks, homemakers, why would I sit and sleep all day! I cannot watch soaps for five minutes, watching movies I like, failing to concentrate since last year. Last year was whirlwind, I doubted if I would be able to get back to blogging again, was in mental trauma! I can't say Almighty forgot me; my meditation, chanting got me back in track, of course medications; alternative medicine doesn't suit us! Without belittling health professionals, their years of education, expertise, experience; I would want to say I have noticed if I don't listen to music meant for meditation while meditating, my blood pressure increases. Those of you who meditate can play those soft music, use headphone.

Each day few times I pray to keep myself well, I work towards it so I need no medical care as long as I live except for the routine check up every month, few medications. If I had been careful fifteen years back, I wouldn't have required even these. I wouldn't claim I do clean eating, I ain't a soup & salad kind of person!

The giant stuffed flatbread, date palm jaggery with puffed rice, the onion pakoras I had at Chola Mart opposite Indian Heritage Centre do not speak of a health consciousness being. I explore small outlets, chat with them, yesterday met a Bengali Young man from Kolkata, served me good lemon tea! This island's favourite chilled Jasmine tea I love, this sugar-free one I got from Prime supermarket!

Rajdhani Enterprise got me more of date palm jaggery, sour jujube, they turn brown under day light, heat, thereafter I am to make sweet pickle. I find out ways to remain engaged. Like before, I cannot claim to be happy loner, I needed people to talk last year; few responded, stood by me. I do not wish to bother them, unless required! Those who misbehaved, I do not wish to see their face, they need attend correction homes to learn behaviour.

I don't wish to bother anyone, if I can walk to places without panting, pain, I have gotten lot. I don't want to revisit people or places where I didn't feel loved, valued; to build a home we already adjust, outside of it we need to as much as required! To world, feelings, relationships are all part of gameplay, I can't relate to maximum in this world, vives do not match, loud behaviour irritates me, I keep myself open for those who stop, exchange pleasantry! Yet I minutely watch the surrounding, as long as my public activity goes on, I have to. My contribution to the public today is an easy, vegan, gluten-free potato bowl; let's name it MY STYLE DOSA ALOO MASALA FILLING. In maximum Southern Indian eateries, vegetarian potato stuffing doesn't match my tastebud; feels bland. I tried it my way, not only with dosa, I also used it to stuff paratha. We had it with SHORU CHAKLI, you can call it soft Bengali Dosa or Bengali Crepe! You may use it to stuff sandwich too.

INGREDIENTS :

POTATO : 2 BIG

CHOPPED GREEN CHILLI : 1TSP

CHOPPED COCONUT : 1 TBSP

RED CHILLI FLAKES : 1/4 TSP

CURRY LEAF : 5-6

CRUSHED SKINLESS ROASTED PEANUT : 2 TSP

BLACK MUSTARD SEED : 1/4 TSP

SKINLESS BLACK GRAM DAL / URAD DAL : 1/4 TSP

BENGAL GRAM DAL / CHANA DAL : 1/4 TSP

SALT : AS REQUIRED

TURMERIC POWDER : 2-3 PINCH

OIL : 1 TBSP

This amount serves 3-4 heads!

PROCEDURE :

Boil potatoes, I boil in microwave! 

I prick with a fork all over washed potatoes, take them on microwave proof plate, microwave at low for 5-6 minutes. I allow them to cool, then mash.

Add salt & turmeric to mashed potatoes, mix well.

Warm oil in wok, add washed curry leaves, fry crisp at minimal heat, take out to use latter. Burnt curry leaves put me off more than my burnt skin.

Add rest of ingredients to hot oil except crushed roasted nuts, mashed potato, fried curry leaves. Stir fry for 3-4 minutes at minimal heat.

Add maximum of crushed roasted peanuts, fried curry leaves. Stir fry for half a minute, add mashed boiled potatoes. Stir cook at low heat for 7-8 minutes. We should be done!

EASY GRILLED PINEAPPLE FRIED RICE

 I feel like sleeping after shower, good meal. Not that I don't wish to write, share recipe, unable to concentrate at this time! I wish to lie down on couch, cover my legs with bedspread, hold favourite read, go to deep slumber, while book rests on chest. This had been the scenario ever since I was teen. On some occasions, I broke my spectacles too. How time flies, I can't believe I have spent over half century on this earth. My aging skin, rough texture of hair bothers a bit, if not much!

I would keep showing up, needn't bother about age. The problem of attention deficit occurs to good looking guys, gals; all their life they get attention, the moment they get wrinkles, admirers fade, they get sad, their stardom goes away. For us, there ain't any pressure, I maintain, people compliment. I enjoy, level headed not to get swept away. 

I would go slow today, can't do anything forcefully. I don't earn, I don't understand pressure of performance. I am writing, then looking at social media handles, looking down at swimming pool that reopened after few months, I feel happier I would get to meet people, coach Joe, an excellent trainer. I have no speed, I enjoy swimming, my brother used to bring home prizes winning competitions; swimming, flat race, playing cricket. I hail from a family of sports lovers, sports personnel, I wasn't. The man & son ain't in sports; my fear monger self hardly allowed them. Our television also plays waterpolo is separate issue. I was upset knowing son-shine wasn't good in sports, he had flat-feet issue; an Indian mother, specifically Bengali mothers have this syndrome,"my child has to beat rest"! My level headed men did not allow me to practice that in Singapore, they did not allow me to join parents' group, son didn't share phone numbers of his friends. In West Bengal, mothers almost notch teachers for one mark her child scored less than the rest, I wasn't an exception. This island changed me; today son makes me proud, if only he could speak about his achievements. Not only son, I watch the kids around in Linkedin. Their parents know I enjoy doing that. 

This food lover had waffles at McDonald's this morning; taste was good, it left me hungry though. 

I equally love rojak. Without sauce, it's pretty healthy. Then, it's not rojak without sauce with crushed peanuts! Singapore's hospitals have great food courts serving food at minimal prices. They are open to all, I feel I shouldn't take advantage! Also I try stay within boundary! It would take one call and I would run for a good cause, no voluntary service organisation called until date.

The greens in midst of desert happens to be "marichika", if I approach near, it would vanish! As kids, we learnt about "aleya" too, my curious mind wished to see, science says it's some released gas. I have always escaped from reality, I live in world of fantasy created by me. I guess I wish to remain entangled! Our minds harbour what we invite, allow to stay, may be I enjoy harbouring varied thoughts, my favourite pastime!

"Srishti"; creation, universe, nature is engaged bringing something into life! It feels beautiful to pause, watch, and this is my life you know!

I would keep blabbering, let's share recipe instead! The same question lingers, who are you I cannot get over? Do you survive on grilled meats, veggies, soup? Anyway, our recipe highlight today is pineapple fried rice, vegan, gluten-free, dairy-free! Let's name this vegetarian rice; EASY GRILLED PINEAPPLE FRIED RICE! Grilled pineapple recipe is there in blog! I love grilled fruits, even spiced, grilled bell peppers not favourite. Last night, we had the rice bowl with omelette! Cristine adds spring onion to it. You may add variety of vegetables in this fried rice, I used only carrot, cabbage, spring onion, tossed in simple seasoning!

INGREDIENTS :

COOKED RICE : 3-4 COFFEE MUG

PINEAPPLE CHUNKS : A BOWLFUL

SHREDDED CABBAGE : 1 COFFEE MUG

SHREDDED CARROT : 1/2 COFFEE MUG

CHOPPED SPRING ONION : A HANDFUL

SLITTED GREEN CHILLI : 3-4

CASHEW NUTS : 7-8

CINNAMON STICK : 1-2

BAY LEAF : 1-2

SOY SAUCE : 2 TBSP

CRUSHED BLACK PEPPER : 1/2 TSP

RED CHILLI POWDER : 1TSP

SALT : AS REQUIRED

OIL : 2 TBSP +1TSP

PROCEDURE :

You may use refrigerated leftover cooked rice, I used freshly cooked rice!

I washed a coffee mug of rice, cooked in enough water until 70% done, transferred to colander. Let all of water drain.

Peel, wash, shred carrot, wash, shred cabbage. Wash, slit green chillies.

Marinate washed pineapple cubes with red chilli powder, salt, 1tsp oil! I grilled them manually on stovetop! Take down once done.

Heat wok, temper with cinnamon stick, bay leaves. Add cashew nuts, fry at minimal heat until golden brown.

Add the shredded cabbage, carrot. Season with salt, soy sauce, crushed black pepper. Stir fry at medium heat for 3-4 minutes.

Add the cooked rice, grilled pineapple, spring onions leaving some to garnish. Used two ladles to fold in well at medium heat, adjust salt. Transfer to a rice plate, garnish with remaining spring onion. We are done, it's simple!

THE SAVOURY BENGALI STYLE PANCAKE

 Each year, during this time, in fact, this particular week, I write same; that I visited RG Kar Hospital on Saraswati Pujo day to see my new born brother. This year too his birthday is on Saraswati Pujo day, 23rd, January. After decades, the man's sister, mine too partnered on this day. Two special occasions on same date in family, also the famous Indian / Bengali nationalist leader Netaji Subhash Chandra Bose's birthday! It's indeed a big day for us in family, a notable day for Indians. We still keep speculating about life of Netaji, we never did believe he died in 1945's airplane crash! For a Bengali, Netaji is an undying emotion, so is "Bok Phool" / Agati tree flower! The great leader indeed has a strong Singapore connection!

The flowers were within my reach, I could have picked a few, then they are batter fried, eaten before they bloom. Bengalis are unromantic when it concerns food. Instead of praising beauties hanging, I thought of batter frying them.

Extremely busy I am, must share suitable recipe on this occasion that a mother may cook on son's birthday, a daughter or son's anniversary. This is winter, if not in this tropical island. I would take the liberty to cook, share this fusion Bengali Chitoi Pitha. I wanted to write, share this blogpost tomorrow but it is Saraswati Pujo, I must offer nicely Goddess of Learning, Art, Entertainment, Culture!

Even on my busiest schedule, worst mood; I do not stop eating! Food is my business, eating is my hobby. I cannot have food I don't enjoy. I cannot be in an environment that doesn't suit me. This home is peace, not my men's temperament, yet I feel cosy, else wouldn't have lived for nearly three decades. Your low mood, melancholy isn't related to your environment at home, we venture to taste the world after establishing peace at home. In my case, it is extreme amount of emotional attachment that makes my heart wavy! 

I keep swimming in a pool of tender thoughts I need not have invited at all. Then, we can't do anything about our inherent nature! In spite of wise advices, my would kinds fall into gorge at different turns in life! Since these are not calculative steps, reaching conclusions is far fetched. We cannot tackle sudden emotional excess until the day we tuck it tight in our personal diary. My memory is my diary, my present state of mind would become history next. I am good example of high in emotion, immature people. I rarely meet people who leave lasting impression on me, when I do I can't let go, that becomes an issue. An underlying reason may be there, I don't want dissecting, I let myself flow!

I am not Hog Plum lover, it's the pleasure of discovering something Bengali! They are sweet, grow islandwide!

I ate the boiled egg willingly but feeling sick now! Cristine makes nice soft boiled eggs, her sir loves eggs! I cannot digest, son too isn't an egg lover. Bengali food I didn't like became part of life. That empty plate is Cristine's sir's, he loves Singapore's chicken rice, all of a sudden he came home from office, I didn't wish to serve him packed food from his lunch box. I am particular about serving warm food on table, it hurts when I think about son needing to arrange every meal for himself, it's over a year we haven't met him. The man isn't okay today, shoulder pain revived, his GP is on leave, Monday he is to meet him, visit hospital.

Ruti-Porota / Roti-Prata is easy make; mother, mother-in-law make / made them everyday, I cook on alternate days. Rice & Handmade Breads are our staple.

Life is good, we shouldn't complain. A colleague cum elder sister like visits my thoughts often. We used to go to work every morning as early as 5:30 am from Indian Statistical Institute's bus stop to Belur, changing bus at Bali Khal for two years. She lost her man such early, we can't imagine the trauma. When I heard the news, I left job, relocated, got busy with a rebel toddler, lost all contacts. You know me, who I get fond of, I keep hunting! After 16-17 years of searching, I found her phone number last year. I wished to meet on my last visit to Kolkata, she hesitated. I am sure she would one day, the moment she can feel my warmth, my intent, she would. Life had been unkind to her, her son, the parents who lost their son, the jovial gentleman who chatted a lot. 

"Cancer" is a word I dread, take me in sleep God, please; don't let me suffer, await death. Hats off to the medical fraternity, I place their courage before their degrees, service towards mankind. To a weakling like me, they are moving mountains. 

When I think of Juladi's fate, one young defence officer's demise, I pant. I look at his last status a fortnight back, I can't stop being philosophical. There lives Buddha in all of us, he left home with same quest, how to avoid pain? As I age, everything need be less ornamental, food too. I was never fan of loud, ornamental stuffs, light. Few quiet moments spent with oil-free, vegan, gluten-free, dairy-free THE SAVOURY BENGALI STYLE PANCAKE suits me. It didn't get exact shape of chitoi pitha whose mid section has to rise. The reasons can be use of readymade rice flour, minced vegetables, placing cashew nut right in middle.

This oil-free, vegetarian rice-flour snack requires few ingredients to make!

Other chitoi pitha varieties in blog are DUDH CHITOI PITHA, VEGAN DUDH CHITOI, BROCCOLI KAJU KISHMISH DIYE CHITOI PITHA, NARKOL DIYE CHITOI PITHE O KHEJUR GUR!

INGREDIENTS :

RICE FLOUR : 1 COFFEE MUG [Yields 8-9 Pancakes]

CARROT : 1

BROCCOLI FLORET : 1 SMALL TEA CUP

GREEN CHILLI : 2-3

FRESH CORIANDER : 2-3 SPRIG

CASHEW NUT : 6-7

SALT : 1/4 TSP

BAKING POWDER : 1/2 TSP

BAKING SODA : 1/4 TSP

PROCEDURE :

Add salt to rice-flour, mix well. Add warm water, little at a time. Beat for 10-12 minutes as seen.

Add little warm water, beat again for 5-6 minutes.

Transfer to blender, add more of warm water, blend for 2-3 minutes.

Transfer to bowl.

Keep bowl covered for an hour.

Wash, then mince peeled, cut carrot, broccoli florets, discarded roots fresh coriander sprigs, green chilli.

Add to rice flour batter, mix well. Add baking powder, baking soda, mix well.

My friend got me traditional earthen wok meant for this pancake but I failed!

Hence, I used non-stick wok. You may or may not season with few drops of oil.

Add one spoonful in middle. Cover with lead! After a minute, place half of a cashew nut. Cover again. 

At low to medium heat, each took 2-3 minutes to cook!

Try to have fresh, warm with tea, coffee!

BENGALI SESAME BRITTLES

I am starting to write late. I enjoy writing, just that it feels lethargic today! Mesmerised by beautiful scene outside, I am under the spell of cool weather actually! 

I kept gazing without blinking for sometime having many questions inside, unable to reach conclusions! It feels the entire world has solved a mystery I couldn't yet. May be the Almighty doesn't want me to find solutions! Fifty Five I am, I have faced such situations where Almighty acted saviour! My non-believer man, son don't want listening to stories of miraculous escapes from brush with danger, of my faith in a Supreme power! They don't stop me, I don't bother them. 

I ain't our mother, she pestered her man to become a believer from leftist. Her man himself could have shifted from leftist to left-leaned! He never became right-wing, believed in divine powers without getting that ritualistic! That's not a problem, we have to remain truthful to what we believe in. The father-in-law is hardcore leftist! He is father figure, if my friends act my father, mother, I get off. We needn't complicate relationships, not in social media. Else what complain do I have except for man, son raising their voices? The son doesn't even communicate.

Wish I was able to eat lot like before, that would keep me busy. With Cristine's assistance, my interest in it, cooking is chill-pill. Since 2020, once son left home, time spent in kitchen is minimal. I felt my blog would stop functioning, it's alive! My other food blogger friends shifted interest in other skillsets, I lack other skills, neither master cook. I am vocal about mastering one skill, have entrepreneurship, I lack both! People here earn selling food from home. My language skill doesn't allow to go on print I craved for. 

 I do value health! However, keeping with tradition, I cook "pithe-puli-mishti". We can't have healthy food alone, the thought is worrying. I wouldn't have any purpose of living unless I get to cook!

I must cook what we grew up having. This island gets me multiple joys, be it finding Cuticura powder, Cinthol soap in local stores, fruits of choice! Only one known fruit isn't grown here, "jam"! I feel home without any fear roaming at unearthly hours! We have to leave, sooner or later. I would carry along this island city, memories of few! I like EE Cummings' poem, "I carry your heart with me...", few years back I emailed it to old flame, He would remain my friend forever, childhood buddy after all; I hardly feel any emotional attachment. In relationships, mutual respect is key!

I thought I got liberated from excess emotional baggage, all of a sudden I feel like reading Cummings again, not to Bossy, son. Who knows why they don't make me stand on dock in a courtroom? It may be because they know they are my home, take me for granted! Let me cook, serve, eat and not seek validation! I dislike it when people make fun of my feelings! I tortured old flame for over a decade sending him emails, I shouldn't have! My present day self is composed, hardened!

"Til Takti" is traditional Bengali snack; vegan, gluten-free, dairy-free! It's done using three staple ingredients; white sesame seed, jaggery, green cardamom! Lets name this vegetarian treat BENGALI SESAME BRITTLE!

It took me years to get right the sweet snack! I learn from my mistakes, I don't stop trying until I don't get a recipe right! I wish I had dedication in studies. I would still remain mediocre but might have got productive; sitting idle wasn't my agenda! Anyway, this sweet snack is done in family on special prayer days, I have noticed few other states in India cook it in winter! I jumped out of joy when I first saw it, puffed rice balls here; but wouldn't buy them, you know. If we don't carry a little of pride, we cease to live!

INGREDIENTS :

WHITE SESAME SEED : 1/2 COFFEE MUG

SUGARCANE JAGGERY : 100-125 GM

GREEN CARDAMOM POWDER : 1/2 TSP

The amount yielded 9 bars!

PROCEDURE :

Heat wok on gas oven top, dry roast sesame seeds until light brown, transfer it to bowl!

Add jaggery to hot wok, stir until it gets sticky. Add green cardamom powder.

Add roasted sesame seeds, Fold in well, keep stirring for 6-7 minutes.

Transfer mixture to baking sheet or plate, shape, level top.

Cristine did the shaping part. 

Cut into your choice of shapes, I preferred squares. 

Feel the crunch in every bite, enjoy!