T his is an accidental recipe full of familiar flavors: too much salt, too much grease, un-soft rice, brinjal/eggplant, lime juice. Funnily enough, some discussion on BT brinjal had me buying two packets of the vegetable, the brinjal part of it, that is, not the BT. They didn’t look oversized or particularly beautiful, which meant that they probably weren’t extra-chemically treated than the other vegetables around them, so I brought them home
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An Accidental Recipe
R ecently, I failed at making chaaru . Like I had failed with this staple many times in the past, even with ready-to-cook packets and powders that ensured I didn’t have to do anything much. I don’t even attempt the varieties made back home, except for tomato chaaru (rasam), and that’s mostly only when the several shrivelling tomatoes inside the fridge loudly call out to be pressure-cooked into rasam
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When My Soup Didn’t Come Alive
M ay this year and the years to come be full of L ife L ove H ope L uck Here’s a charming recipe I found: Take twelve fine, full-grown months; see that these are thoroughly free from old memories of bitterness, rancor and hate, cleanse them completely from every clinging spite; pick off all specks of pettiness and littleness; in short, see that these months are freed from all the past—have them fresh and clean as when they first came from the great storehouse of Time. Cut these months into thirty or thirty-one equal parts. Do not attempt to make up the whole batch at one time (so many persons spoil the entire lot this way) but prepare one day at a time.
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The Choicest Four-Letter Words
F inally, I’ve not been my infamously inflexible host self at all, though that was due to a mistake and not the milk of human kindness – no harm done, though; I love the entries for The Write Taste all the same, they are different, and I’m sure you will all have a wonderful time feasting your eyes on them. The gracious host that I have evolved into, I’m not going to say a single word about how surprised I was that there weren’t more entries; that I always thought it would be easier to discuss food and cooking than actually create it; that I’m so hysterically grateful to those who participated.
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Rounding Up The Write Taste
I know I promised to make my search terms a regular feature and I’m going to stick by it. But before I list the most hilarious search times since the last such post, I have a “peculiar egg curry” for you (yeah, that was a search term I just saw in my stats.) I keep talking of how I always ignore recipes that are very familiar and traditional family favourites in quest of the unfamiliar and the exotic. Sometimes the presence of the former on someone else’s table really jolts your memory, and this recipe is one such
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Eggs, Forgotten & Recreated + Keyword Humour