“Nah! It’s not really cold yet!” I’ve been repeating this to myself every day. Well… the weather hasn’t dipped that low yet. Come on, don’t frown – it’s Minnesota for goodness sake! If I complain of the cold, I might as well pack my bags and leave.
Walking to the bus stop yesterday morning was bitterly cold. I felts little streams of tears running down my face and no, I was not crying, my eyes were watering from the bitter wind blowing into them. Continue reading
The potato craving usually hits hard in the winter when I need some good ol’ comfort food that will stick to my ribs and satisfy my need for warmth… if only for a while. These potatoes, spiced with turmeric and green chilis does just that.
I would have to agree, sweet potato is the healthier option as it contains a tonne of good stuff, especially vitamins A and C. I cook with these naturally sugary potatoes often, but for this recipe only a good old fashioned potato will do. I occasionally cook potatoes much to my husband’s dismay, as he loves them in his curry. Every now and then I make a potato dish I call ‘batata fry‘. Continue reading
Growing up in Zimbabwe I ate little fish called ‘kapenta’ – basically a fesh water anchovy. My mum would marinate them in lemon juice, sea salt and turmeric and Continue reading
Conjuring up this dish brings back fond memories of living in a highrise apartment in Jersey City, right along the Hudson River. The whiff of the nigella seeds toasting in oil, reminds me of floating blocks of ice gliding across the river in front of me as I peered out of the large windows framing the Manhattan skyline.
Usually in the evening, with my pots simmering away in my awesome little kitchen – I’d sit near the window and gaze across the river into the city, waiting patiently for my husband to come home. Now, now, don’t get carried away with your imagination, it was not like an Indian movie…and I was surely not wearing a sari. Well not on that day anyway 😉 Continue reading
My Mums Recipe
As a child and well into the years after I got married, I absorbed as much as I could from my maternal grandmother regarding her cooking and recipes. I would gaze at her for hours, mesmerized by the effortless way she made ingredients come together. She would make barfee – a sweet Indian confection similar to fudge, with a balanced sweetness complimented by the creaminess of the ghee – that held it together. It was never overly sweet. Her rotis were the best I’ve had and, as a matter of fact, many folk lucky enough to be in her realm would vouch for that too. A hot ghee smeared roti, perfectly toasted on top to reveal a crispy layer against the pillowy softness of the bottom layer, begged to be eaten with her homemade mango jam.
Dhaar with String Beans and Potatoes
For The Love Of Ghee 