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Delhi's a Part-ay! The Dehlvi Dinner

Vinayak’s friend K is in town. He took her sightseeing and I took her shopping! We met at Dilli Haat, and spent a couple of hours there. K saw, appreciated and bought. I talked, bargained and walked away. It was fun. I needed to pee and she needed tea so we went to Khan Market – one of my favorite (but expensive) places in Delhi.

After a quick and chatty kahwa, we started walking around Khan Market. My eyes darted to the various vegetable and meat shops around me and my hand reached uncontrollably for my phone.

“Do you need anything from Khan?”

“Hmmm.. What about salad stuff? Maybe some lettuce or broccoli? Or something to make a soup?” she said. And thus, the famed Flavours ( a restaurant in Defence Colony) Salad idea was born.

So I dragged K along (who was only too happy to look at meat and veggie shops) and we bought some mixed lettuce, basil, rocket, smoked chicken, some Parmesan, French bread, and balsamic vinegar – we decided to make Bruschetta on the way too!

Forty minutes later, I reached B10 (the Dehlvi abode) too frozen to argue with the auto driver for the horrendous fair that he had just charged me. After a warming cup of green tea, and Fa’s incredibly warm room. We (himani aunty and me) got down to work.

Since Z (the cook) was still around, I got him to wash and drain the leaves (the lettuce, the rocket and the basil). Once he was gone, Himani aunty took charge of the camera, Sakina aunty (her mum and F’s grandmother) sat on a stool in the kitchen and I got down to work.

These pictures are the work of an incredibly moody camera—which clicked only after its battery was warmed- so you can imagine what a task that was!

First we put the bruschetta together.

Z had already diced 6 tomatoes.

 The basil was chopped roughly and then the garlic was minced.

We added that to the tomatoes.

We mixed it all together and added some minced olives, some olive oil, a little bit of parmesan, salt, pepper and about a teaspoon of left over pesto sauce.

The bread was sliced and kept aside – to be pan toasted just before dinner.

Then we got down to the salad. There is a history to this salad. It’s quite a lovely mix of flavours – and the Dehlvi’s have eaten this for years. It’s probably the salad that got F onto eating some salad, and it’s the ONLY salad that Farooq eats. The last few times though, the quality of the salad has varied (little parmesan, even less sundried tomatoes). Making this salad at home is SUPER easy, and also you’re never stingy! Its got: smoked chicken breasts, some mixed lettuce, rocket, sundried tomatoes, parmesan and an olive oil and balsamic vinegar dressing.

Sakina aunty and I shredded the lettuce

And Himani aunty sliced the smoked chicken ( which was lovely!) and right at the end sliced her finger (ouch!) :(

We put the lettuce and the smoked chicken into a pateela.

And added a fair amount of slivered parmesan.

Some sundried tomatoes.

Made some dressing—this is the Simplest part! A little bit of olive oil, and some balsamic vinegar. Poured that into the salad, tossed it and that was done.

Just before we ate - Himani aunty toasted the bread on the pan with a little dash of olive oil, and we put the chopped tomato mix on top.

It was a very satisfying dinner, we even had a post dinner skirmish for the leftover tiramisu!

DISCLAIMER: THE PROOF READER IS CURRENTLY NOW PI-ING IN PONDICHERRY AND WILL BE THERE UNTIL FEBRUARY. I APOLOGIZE FOR ANY PROOFING ERRORS. HIS PRESENCE WAS SORELY MISSED. 

The Christmas Post: A couple of days late. And a Happy New Year!

I was dying to try out the pasta machine. Dhawale was in town as well and I knew that if I didn’t cook anything for him, I would have one less friend (or one very angry friend!). But we were leaving for gokarna in 2 days – things were hectic –and the pasta machine kept staring at me from the box. I gave up and called Poo.

We decided that she would come (from lunching with relatives over a heavy Christmas lunch) and together we would make a Christmas dinner of Ravioli. I Google-d recipes and got very excited.

We were 6 people (initially 8!) so I felt that if we making ravioli – it needed something to supplement it, else poo and I would be up all night making the thing and nobody was going to get any dinner!

Many phone calls later (in the middle I went to the market, Poo went to the market: she was also cooking for her family lunch) I had 2 legs of lamb (whole legs, with bone!!), some baby potatoes, some sage and rosemary, a piece of pumpkin and some panner (for the proposed ravioli). Poo had some extra fish, Christmas cake (which was YUM!) and later arrived with bruschetta!

I didn’t want to wait until poo got to lokhandwala to start cooking – so I decided to start before that and finish the roast and later we could do the ravioli together.

So this is the story of how the ravioli DIDN’T get made and how the poor pasta machine sat in the corner and sulked.

That morning, I decided to marinate the roast so that I could cook it in the evening. I took the legs of lamb out of the fridge and then realized it was a far meaner task than I had expected! 

I couldn’t fit the legs into a dish, it wouldn’t fit in the oven and it definitely wouldn’t fit in the pressure cooker! So I decided to debone the thing.

A couple of videos later (youtube zindabad!) and about an hour of careful carving, with sangeeta going “ hathode se maaro didi!” I got 2 (very nice) boneless legs of meat.

I finally decided to not do a roast, since Im still afraid of the meat and oven combination, and decided to go with a Moroccan leg of lamb! Amma had made this a couple of times before – and it was a lovely sweet-ish spicy roast.

So here goes:

It’s a simple recipe and I modified it a bit so that the meat could marinate for a couple of hours. I took 2 tsp of dried ginger powder, 2 tsp of coriander powder, 2 tsp of cinnamon powder, 3 tsps of salt and 1 tsp of pepper powder. The recipe also calls for 2 tsps of dried mint powder and ¼ tsp of saffron – which I didn’t have. I doubled the initial recipe as I had 2 legs of lamb.

I mixed it all together, and sprinkled half of it over the meat.

I tied the meat up and let it marinate for a couple of hours. My trussing skills need improvement!

In the mean time I made about 1 litre of stock with the bones and some onion, garlic, peppercorns, bayleaf, clove and cinnamon.

I took out our trusty pateela (which has seen many a dish) and put some oil in it – I waited for it to get really hot and then seared the meat on either side. Apparently this seals the juices in and the meat doesn’t dry out. Once both sides had become a nice brown, I took them out and put them aside. In the same pateela, I browned about 4 onions sliced finely.

I put the meat back, added the stock and the remaining spice powder and let it boil. I covered the pateela tightly with the lid ( and some help of the pressure cooker) and let it cook for about an hour. A pressure cooker would have greatly speeded up this process, but as I said before­­­ – NOTHING FIT!

While the meat was cooking, I took about 200gm of dried apricot and boiled them in water until soft.

When the meat was done – I added the apricots to it and let it cook a further 15 minutes. I also added 2 tsps of honey, and the juice of 2 oranges to it and a dash of vinegar. Simmered it for a few minutes more and it was done.

In the hour that the meat was cooking, I also made some sage and orange roast potatoes.

First, I parboiled the potatoes and then peeled them.

In a pan I took a little butter, added some minced garlic, the sage leaves and then the chopped orange rind. 

Once it started smelling nice I added the potatoes and cooked that for a few minutes. I put that on a plate and baked it for 45 minutes at 220 degrees Celsius. They didn’t get brown though :(.

As Jamie has been such an inspiration this year, I looked him up for Christmas as well! One of his recipes was the baked Camembert with garlic, rosemary and some olive oil.

Poo had arrived by now (with her oodles of food!) so she cut up the garlic and rosemary and dug it into the cheese.

When we felt like eating it we baked it for 20 minutes at about 200 degrees Celsius. I thought that it would come out gooey and fondue-y, but it didn’t. 

It was still fairly firm. Everyone ate it with the small chunks of bread that poo had toasted on the pan.

We chilled and chilled. The bruschetta came and got polished off, so did the cheese, poo’s thai fish, the tiramisu (leftover from bappa’s party) and part of the Christmas cake. Sometime in the middle of the night, the meat was sliced and eaten.

I passed out quite happily on the sofa and everyone else soon after.

Now that, was a good party! 

We had leftovers for lunch.

DISCLAIMER: MY PROOF READER IS CURRENTLY HOLIDAYING IN THE DEPTHS OF SOUTH INDIA, SO ANY PROOFING MISTAKES ARE REGRETTED. haha.

Project Party

THIS POST ISNT FOR THE FAINT HEARTED. OR THOSE RUSHING OFF FOR WORK, A MEETING, OR A MOVIE.

MAKE YOURSELF A CUP OF YOUR FAVORITE POISON, AND SIT DOWN.

The last 2 days have passed in a flurry of juggling dishes, stirring, tasting and looking at the clock to see how much time I have left! By the end, I was exhausted but it was all totally worth it.

To begin this story I have to rewind a couple of days to the 18^th, when over a lunch of keema and pao, we decided to throw Bappa a surprise party for his birthday (the 21st).

Since I’ve been going through this mad cooking phase, I decided to cook. The kamath kaboodle (with a splattering of shenoys) worked out to roughly 16 people. I had cooked for this number before, but it was usually one meal wonders (either kori-rotti, khow suey, appam and stew and stuff like that) and for bunches of VERY happy college students. I decided to do it anyway and that afternoon, amma and I planned out the menu.

It was: Spinach and Ricotta (I used paneer) Cannelloni, Sausages cooked in wine, a fish mousse, a tiramisu and Bappa’s most favorite thing in the world Chocolate Cake.

We made detailed lists of what ingredients we were buying where. Amma even emailed mine to me! (Sheeeee! This blackberry generation I tell you!)

Farhad and I were the pali market volunteers – to buy fresh herbs, pasta, and nice plump red tomatoes from the veggie sellers. Also, we needed cooking chocolate which we got from santé. The friendly pali market vegetable lady had a lovely large avocado (the size of a person’s head as aditi later put it) so I bought that and the idea for guacamole was born! Armed with a carload of supplies and a tummy full of spicy pani puri we trundled back to 602 Karan – the chosen kitchen of execution.

Amma went shopping the same day – to hypercity and then came back to Karan, armed with 3 casserole dishes, an icing set, some wine, and all the ingredients on her list.

I started the process on Monday – the task of the day was to make the cake (and ice it), buy the fish, boil it and flake it, make the tiramisu (since it has to be made a day before its eaten so the flavours sink in) make the tomato sauce and prepare the palak for the cannelloni stuffing.

Project Party Day 1 and a Monday Morning:

I woke up with a dreadful stuffy head, a cold and a mild temperature. The best cure for that? To bake a cake! So I started with my favorite failsafe cake recipe, from the yellowed pages of an old cookbook!

I took 2 eggs, a teaspoon of vanilla essence, about 2/3^rd cups cocoa mixed with ½ a cup of hot water to form a nice thick smooth paste, 1 cup of sugar, 1 ¾ cups of flour, a cup of milk with 2 tsps of vinegar mixed in ( so that the milk curdles) 1 tsp of baking powder and of baking soda, a pinch of salt and 125 gms of butter.

First I beat the butter to make it creamy.

 Then I added the sugar, which had been ground once.

 And then the eggs

 And finally, the cocoa mixure.

 Once that was done, I added the sifted flour with the baking powder, the soda and the salt – alternating with the sour milk.

 I had preheated the oven to 180 degrees, and initially put the cake in for 30 minutes (according to the book!) but it was wrong. I panicked when the cake came out 30 minutes later all wobbly and looking very unhappy. So I popped it in again at 200 degrees for another 15 minutes. A tense 15 minutes later, the cake came out looking fine! Once it had cooled, I cut it horizontally in half so that it could be iced in the middle and bunged it into the fridge.

Meanwhile, farida (the cook) and sangeeta (the maid) showed up. Both of them tsk-tsked about my cold and gave me their own advice! I asked farida to start with boiling the tomatoes for the sauce, and washing the palak – an arduous but very important task!

The 2 kilos of tomatoes were put into boiling water, so that they could be skinned and chopped.

The palak (about 10 bunches) was washed, de-stemmed and laid out on the dining table to dry.

After Farida left, I minced about 5 cloves of garlic and 2 big handfuls of fresh marjoram.

Then in the trusty big pateela, I put some butter and fried the minced garlic and marjoram until the garlic turned a very light brown. 

To that I added the palak leaves turning them quickly over so that I could add more as they cooked.

Once all the leaves had wilted (and the table stopped looking like a forest) I drained the palak and kept the water.

Once this was done, Farhad and I made a quick trip to the market where we picked up the fish (filleted and deboned) and a couple of other things that we needed.

I bought 1.3 kilos of fish, which became about 750 gms once it was skinned and the rest. I cooked that in half a cup of milk, a little water, a few peppercorns, a bayleaf and some butter.

Since it was quite a hectic kitchen-y day, Farida volunteered to come again in the evening.  When she showed up, she flaked the fish while I started on the tomato and basil sauce.

I drizzled some olive oil in the pateela, put in some minced garlic and added chopped up stalks of the basil leaves. Once they had browned a little I added the roughly diced tomato some salt and pepper and a pinch of sugar. I let simmer for about half an hour. Once the sauce had thickened I added 4 handfuls of basil leaves and let it cool.

 By the time I started on the tiramisu it was 10pm. I wanted to make something that I was completely familiar with before going into the unchartered waters of icing the cake.

Alok was over (with his coffee) and it was Farhad’s and Alok’s job to get the coffee just right for the tiramisu. Somewhere in the middle I also went to the doctor and got medicines for my disastrous cold. When I came back they had proudly brewed 2 cups of coffee and had started on a third. Two trays of tiramisu were ready by 11:15 with no major hang-ups. The coffee (as always) was the difficult part, but Farhad and Alok made it much easier!

I decided against icing the cake the same day, since I was too tired and feeling too eww to deal with it.

Project Party Day 2: A Tuesday and Getting down to the Crunch

I woke up feeling much better and started on the Fish Mousse.

I decided to decorate the bottom of the mould first, before I started on anything else. So I carefully sliced pimento stuffed olives, oiled the mould and then arranged the slices at the bottom.

 I minced about ¾ cup of celery, 1 cup of green capsicum, and about half a cup of spring onions. I added 1 cup of mayonnaise (the fat content was killing me, but I tried to justify it to myself by using mayolite!) some salt and pepper and mixed the whole thing up. The mixture looked too dry to me.

 And since I had never made this thing before, I was nervous. I called Amritakka (one of my many gastronomically advantaged aunts) and asked her for advice. The mixture was fine, but the olives were not. Urgh. 20 minutes of my time wasted. She said I had to make something called aspic first, set the olives in that and then pour the mixture in.

Aspic. Its gelatine with a bit of salt and lime. So I made the gelatin (which is fairly simple; sprinkle some over cold water so it doesn’t clump, then put that bowl into another bowl of hot water and stir the gelatin so it melts!) added the salt, lime and set it into the mould with the olives.  I put the mould into the freezer and got on with the rest. I made the gelatin for the mixture – which was basically 1 ½ tablespoons of gelatine, sprinkled over ½ a cup of cold water and then melted and cooled. While the gelatin was cooling I started whipping about half a cup of cream. I mixed the gelatin into the mixture, then folded in the cream and then (finally!) put it into the mould. Phew!

 It was time for Farida to come again ( YAYY!!) so she chopped the palak ( that i had squeezed all the water out of the night before) and crumbled 1 and a half kilos of paneer into it. 

We mixed that with the water from the palak(since its also got all the nutrition and the taste in it!) 

3 handfuls of parmesan and some salt and pepper. Farhad did what he does very well, grated the cheese. 

This we filled into the cannelloni tubes using the reliable amul milk packets (washed of course!) with Farida holding the tube, and i filling it. Bit messy, but it worked. 

Farida whizzed the tomato sauce that i had made the day before in the mixie and then left for the day. 

I had 3 casserole dishes in fit in, I needed 6! Geetakka ( another of my gastronomically advantaged aunts) came to the rescue with 3 more! She asked me if all was well and if I needed help and I proudly said that I had everything under control. I thought I did, until I went upstairs again. I filled another 2 dishes, and then realised I was out of my tomato sauce!! Farhad was out, so i panic called him and asked him to pick up a bottle of ready sauce. He came back with Jamie's tomato and Basil sauce. So yes, i cheated to make the last casserole. SOB. Eventually, that didnt get eaten and its now frozen in the fridge but thats another story. 

With the pasta out of the way, i decided to quickly finish the sausages in wine. Unfortunately the quality of the sausages that one gets in India aren't as good as the ones you get abroad. So the flavours arent as subtle as I would like. Nevertheless, its a fairly simple recipe and turns out well.

I chopped up 2 onions, and washed a big bunch of rosemary. In our hunt for sausages, we couldnt find the type we wanted in the quantity so we had to mix cocktail sausages and the normal sized ones. I took about 45 sausages. 

I heated a pan, added a little bit of olive oil and browned the sausages for 2-3 minutes. Then i added a little water, so they could cook and become soft without burning. 

I scattered the rosemary and the onion on top let it cook for another 2 mins and then added the white wine. I used sula's sauvignon blanc. 

With that ready, there was no avoiding the cake. Since I HATE icing sugar – so I decided on a simple chocolate ganache covering. I took about 400ml of fresh cream (parsi dairy farm zindabad! – don’t even think of using that amul tetrapack cream – you can beat it for years and it wont get whipped!) and about 320 gms of chocolate. You're actually supposed to take the same quantity of both, but I decided to experiment anyway!

 I heated the cream until it was simmering gently, and then poured the cream over the chocolate. I mixed that with a spoon until it combined to form a nice dark chocolate smooth sauce.

I covered it with cling-wrap and put it into the freezer for about 15 mins – while I made a sugar-rum syrup for the cake.

Its easy! I took ½ a cup sugar with ½ a cup water and heated it on a pan until it all melted – to that I added a little bit of rum. I let the syrup cool a bit and then spooned it all over the cake.

 By then, the icing was done. I spread a little bit in the middle and then sandwiched the two halves together. Then I poured a dollop of icing on the top and worked on the cake – dipping my knife in hot water to smoothen it out.

 In the meanwhile, Farhad sliced and buttered the garlic bread. He kept calling out to me from the dining room to advise him on how to do it, but I couldn't leave the cake. When I finally came out, he had come up with an innovative idea of buttering garlic bread - by stacking it up vertically as he buttered it!

How it managed to stay straight, I have no idea. 

The icing had come out fairly well and i decided to decorating the cake with spun sugar, a very pretty edible dessert decoration that i had seen both in Ritu Dalmia's book and more recently on MasterChef. Spun sugar is basically caramel that is spun around something to create thin threads. I took a cup of sugar, and a cup of water and let it boil for 10 mins, stirring continuously. At a certain point, it will suddenly darken into a molten toffee - like colour. At that point, I took the pan and shock cooled it in a tub of ice and water. The temperature dropped drastically and we were able to spin threads around Farhad's hand. I dont have pictures of this, because it was so hot and we had to be really careful. Also once its shocked , it cools really quickly. The end product was quite worth the effort and my burnt finger. 

The cake done, I rushed for a bath and then Farhad and I put all the numerous dishes into the car. It was a 15 minute task - getting all the dishes from the kitchen to the car.

It was a crazy 2 days. But it was all worth it when we pulled the surprise off perfectly and Bappa was completely thrilled. I think the party was quite a success!