Saturday 25 August 2012

HISS AND SLAP

I listened to the rhythmic slap of clothing being washed by hand, on the one side and on the other, the loud hiss of a pressure cooker, as food for the day was being prepared in the house next door.  These sounds are as much a part of the morning, as the 'barrow boy',  from the vegetable market, calling out, to advertise his produce.  The pressure cooker is a very important part of every Indian household and some kitchens have as many as six !  In fact most Indian homes don't have an oven, because baking is simply not a part of the routine.

During a recent cooking demonstration by a local baker, who prides herself on providing such Western treats as muffins, scones and chocolate brownies, she began by explaining to her audience of young Indian women, that she would be demonstrating the making of 'pastry'.  With great emphasis on keeping everything very cold, from hands to utensils,  her dough was finally ready, and passed round so everyone could feel its plasticity - she went on to explain that you pricked the pastry before baking and then baked it 'blind' - much to the incredulity of the young women in the audience, who had never ever made pastry.  Looking at it through their eyes, it did seem very complicated.

Other culinary challenges in India, are cooking without eggs, trying to beat thin cream into stiff peaks, cooking with sugar whose crystals are far too large and chocolate, which has a high wax content to stop it from melting in the hot Indian climate !  Of course gelatin, made from animal hoof, is also banned, which means that jellies don't set !  'When in Rome......'  I concluded that it was much easier to just buy a pressure cooker and become vegetarian !




Thursday 2 August 2012

FULL MOON DAY


It was the Hindu festival of Raksha Bandhan, when a Rakhi (sacred thread) is given by a sister to her brother, signifying the bond of protection and kinship between them - but there is also a delightful story taken from the epic Mahabharat that Draupadi, wife of the Pandavas, tore off a strip from her sari to tie round the wrist of Krishna, to stem the flow of blood, when he was injured in battle, he never forgot her act of kindness and remembered her all his life.  And so it can represent a wider bond.


The workers at the local fine dining restaurant lined up respectfully, as the owner and her delegation moved around from each one to the next tying the Rakhi thread and wishing them good luck, a tika was rubbed onto the forehead and a sweet given to each.  This was a chinese food restaurant and the image of Buddha looked down inscrutably on the proceedings.  Were they given the day off?  Of course not, business as usual !