Sleepless in Nottingham

Its 4 a.m. in the morning. There’s a grapefruit and lemon cake in the oven. And I still haven’t been able to sleep in spite of all the fluffiness I’m surrounded with, in the form of pillows and an extra large duvet.

Sometimes you have turn away from chocolate. Its excruciating not to reach into the bottom shelf of my refrigerator, flick away a bundle off rosemary, squeeze through the beer bottles, push that old withered cabbage to its side and grab a neatly packed slab of chocolate. So, instead I reached for a grapefruit. I had bought a handful of them a couple of days ago and they have been sitting pretty on the top shelf since I found out that they’re way too tart to dig into, early in the morning for breakfast.

I came very close to broiling them after reading about Ottolenghi’s version. It seemed like the only other appropriate thing to do to a grapefruit. And besides, a tart grapefruit against a mysterious star anise sounded like something I could curl up in bed with. After a slew of options that included macarons (yeah right), plain juice and cupcakes, my tummy finally settled softly on cake. I honestly thought I was on a hiatus from cake after a gorgeously rich chocolate-orange cake, of which I had feasted on just one measly slice….
What? Don’t look at me like that, I have hungry house-mates.

I spent the next 5 minutes watching a very young-looking flat-haired Nigella Lawson make a clementine cake in which she boiled the clementines till soft and podgy before blitzing it with eggs, flour and sugar. No shortening…which is always a plus when you’re trying to get rid of a few wobbly bits here and there (and a big bit smack in the middle).

My current cake tin can hardly be called that. Don’t get me wrong. It is a cake tin. A very odd one. It is the size of a well-built tart, the height of a deep-dish pizza and it simply does not hold enough batter. At least not the amount produced by a proper recipe that almost always will call for a 9″ cake tin. So I laboriously halved Nigella Lawson’s recipe, added a few twists and threw in a lemon for good measure, popped it in the oven and trudged sleepily to my room back to the second half of Moonstruck.

Coconuts and a buttery chocolate icing counter the intense acidity of the cake. In a very good way. In a party-in-your-mouth way. Now the addition of coconut was not pre-meditated, neither was the chocolate butter-cream, but it was one of those bake-with-whatever-you’ve-got-in-the-pantry moments.

Grapefruit and Lemon Cake
(Adapted from Nigella Lawson’s Clementine Cake and heavily modified)

Ingredients:

1 grapefruit

1 lemon

125gm sugar

140gm self-raising flour

3 eggs

1/2 cup dessicated coconut + extra for sprinkling over icing

Pre-heat oven to 180 C. Grease a 6″ diameter cake tin. Boil the grapefruit and lemon for 2 hours. Cool. Delicately squeeze out extra water and blitz together in a processor. Add sugar, flour, eggs and coconut and mix together. Pour in baking tin and bake for about 30 minutes. I usually start checking the centre of the cake after about the 25 minute-mark. Cool the cake and turn out on a plate/stand. The recipe doubles easily for all your normal cake tins.

Chocolate butter-cream

Ingredients:

50gm unsalted butter

50gm sugar

80gm dark chocolate

100ml double cream

Melt chocolate on a double-boiler or in a microwave. Leave to cool. Cream butter with sugar in a stand-mixer or with electric mixers or if you’re looking for a quick workout, with your hands. add chocolate and cream and whip till fully incorporated with a workable texture. Sprinkle toasted coconut shreds on top of cake after icing with butter-cream.

Sugar High and Tipsy

My blood sugar levels have hit the roof.

Well, no…not technically. But it seems so obvious considering the fact that I can’t come up with food that has absolutely no sugar in it (or honey,or molasses, or syrup, or…well you know the rest). And I’m not even talking about desserts.

I’m currently in a phase where I get fits everytime I see the sugar jar…and automatically give in to the temptation of dumping a spoonful of it into anything that’s stewing, or roasting, or boiling, or frying in the pan. I have started craving for sugary sweetness, which is unlike me in totality, after lunch, after dinner and even before bedtime.

Forget about being terrified of turning into my mother, I’m practically turning into all the women in my family. They love their sweets, believe me.

Now, I feel like a traitor after just blogging about how I stay away from ghee or syrup-dunked sweets. No excuse. I’ve even, to my own horror, found myself wondering how recipes are only totally and completely 100% savory, seasoned with only salt and pepper!

So, this is what the family GP had warned me about….hmmm.

And the rate at which Fauri keeps replacing the empty jar, all the while wondering where exactly was all the sugar magically disappearing to, is almost obscene.

Well, what can I say…I’m trying.

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Fish : a new one

 

I grew up Bengali.

Having fish for lunch and dinner, prefering rice over roti, fond of monsoon and very unlike a Bengali, running at the mention of sweets packed in khoya or paneer and deep-fried in ghee. Bengalis love their sweets. Period.

I’m still fond of monsoon…especially the extra-stormy ones. And I’d choose rice over roti anyday.

I still run at the mention of “ghee”.

And I’m still totally fishy.

Uh, ok….that didn’t come out right. What I mean is, I still slobber at the thought of fish (or any kind of seafood for that matter)…any kind. Salmon, Hilsa, Cod, Pomfret especially.

I reached the Sunday market early to get a load of fresh fish. Wasn’t disappointed.

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What the fudge…?!?!

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The first droplets of rain in Mumbai, left streaks across the tiled terrace floor, almost washing away the dirt my gardener leaves behind every alternate afternoon. You could hardly call it “rainfall” since the drizzle was nothing compared to what Mumbai usually faces.

We’re all gearing up for the washout due 23rd or 24th of the next month. How lovely.

Meanwhile, I’m getting deliciously absent-minded, day by day.

I released the wrong set of drawings to the wrong consultant yesterday and then made his assistant drive back to the office and collect the right set. Not to mention the madness with which I cursed at myself while he was paying full attention to my instructions. His spectacles almost fell off the edge of his nose, I swear.

I typed a fantastically raunchy text message meant for the Lieutenant and then sent it to his best friend. Don’t ask me how that happened. I’m only thankful that M. is a very understanding guy and wasn’t really scandalized by the message.

I got inspired by the new book on chocolate that I bought and decided to try out the orangette recipe….I know, I know its technically not orange-season in India, but the tangy green ones are out. I just couldn’t help it.

It was destined to get all fucked fudged up really. Sorry Mom.

And hurriedly read through the directions, and instead of letting the peel strips cool in the sugar solution for 6 hours, I strained them out and left them in the open. By the time I came back from office, red ants were yelling out “Thank You Amrita!”

I know, I’m smart.

And if you’re wondering, then no, green peels don’t work as well as orange ones…they’re just not as sweet or easy.

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Routine and Saturday Morning Chicken

Yellow Bell Pepper

Its become routine now. After six months, anybody would expect it to.

Wake up. Cook food. Nag after the maid. Take a shower. Get dressed. Talk to the Lieutenant. Rush to the office.

All the resolutions that we had made in college, that we would not be living regualr lives like our folks or other people, and get stuck in the tight clasps of “routine” have all flown out of the window.
The biggest concerns that we face now is which call to answer first on reaching the office, or which course to opt for (in relation to Post-Graduation, which is now looming like an obvious monster in the very near future).

The “tiffin wala” I had assigned to bring me stacked stainless steel boxes stuffed with saabzi, roti, rice and dal (thats veggie-curry, Indian flat breads, rice and lentil curry for everyone who’s not desi) got himself fired a long time back, almost after a month of delivering food at my doorstep at the right time. His food was tasty no doubt to most Marathis (who happened to be the bulk of his clients). Unfortunately it was spicy enough to put my mouth (and certain other parts of my body) on fire. And the curry never varied. Ever.
I understand that cooking the same curry everyday is easy and exceptionally economical from his angle, all thanks to Readymade Curry Maker. However, I found it unbearable. No offence Mr. Tiffin Wala.
I went through the same ordeal back during my college days in Baroda. I’m just not a “lunchbox” person.

The dilemma I faced, after I’d fired him, was that I had no idea where I’d get lunch from, unless I planned to order in everyday from all the eat-outs and restaurants near the vicinity of the office. The idea of oily chilli chicken, and overcooked Hyderabadi Biriyani with zero traces of “Hyderabad” in them seemed unbearable. Again.
I finally, forced myself to get into the habit of getting up early (compared to my standards…I’m not a morning person…at all) and whipping up simple dishes to pack for lunch and store in the refrigerator for re-heated-dinner purposes.
Its become routine now.

Weekend cooking requires a little amount of thought and can get tricky depending on the day. If its a Friday or Saturday, I have to go through the entire fridge checking available items and leftovers and spending time staring at them silently, trying to go over combinations in my head.
Sunday’s better, since the pantry and refrigerator is replenished with food for the whole week.
The chicken below, is a Saturday morning creation, with the last remaining yellow bell pepper.

Saturday Chicken

Chicken with Pepper and Sour Curd

What you Need:

- 2 chicken breasts, cleaned and skin ripped off

- 1 tablespoon of olive oil

- 1 yellow bell pepper (by all means, use any bell pepper, green or red, but somehow yellow has a sweet mellowness to it than the others), sliced

- 3-4 sprigs of fresh thyme

- 2-3 sprigs fresh sage

- Half a red onion, chopped

- 2 cloves of garlic, minced

- 80-100gms cherry tomatoes, halved

- Half a cup of sour curd (I used homemade, and hung it in 4 layers of cheesecloth to drain out extra liquid for a thicker texture)

- Salt and ground black pepper to taste

How-To:

- Wrap the chicken breasts between two plastic sheets and beat ‘em flat, till they’re like 1/4 ” in thickness.

- Scour the surface of the chicken breats with diagonal knife cuts.

- Heat the oil in a non-stick pan. Saute the onions and garlic till golden brown.

- Add the tomatoes, bell pepper, sage and thyme and cook covered, on low heat till the pepper slices soften. This will take about 3-4 minutes.

- Add the chicken and cook till it starts to brown at the edges.

- Pour in the sour curd. Mix well and leave on low heat, covered, for 10 minutes.

- Uncover and season with salt and ground black pepper according to taste.

- Cook for another 5-10 minutes till the chiken is soft enough to slice into strips. If the dish is too dry for you, pour in half a cup of water (or chicken stock) and cook for another couple of minutes.

- Serve hot with steamed rice.

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