Summer is in full swing, the farmers markets are buzzing and garlic scapes are plenty! An overdose of garlic scapes seemed possible in my realm of things but alas I warn you it was not. Even after two weeks of continuous garlic escapades, I can’t seem to get enough of these very fragrant and pungent herbs. Wait a minute, did I say herb. Is it a herb or is it a vegetable I ask?
Haleem, haleem, haleem is what most of my husband’s dreams are made of. He loves this dish with a passion. He claims the best haleem is made in Chicago at a popular Pakistani restaurant and I would have to agree.
Haleem, my friends, is a hearty lamb or beef stew made with bone-in meat cooked in a spicy curry and then thickened with wheat and lentils. The curry is then pulverized into a thick soup and eaten with leavened crusty bread, such as naan, ladened with ghee or eaten with a hearty loaf of bread slathered in butter.
Several weeks ago a friend approached me about making a paleo Haleem. 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
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