Tell me one thing. Why can’t we summon the God sent Jinee 🡪 Swiggy or Zomato every single day?
Why is it heavy on the stomach and the pocket?
According to me the best part of a vacation is that we can just pick up the phone and order food. Room Delivery is the magic word. But vacations are few and far between and alas they don’t last forever.
So even people like me who are allergic to kitchen have to enter the kitchen and produce something edible on the plate every day.
And to top it all I am a mother of two teenage boys who are perpetually hungry. Every time they want something tasty and stomach filling and I want it to be healthy as well. So the pressure on me is very heavy.
Few years back on my insistence we bought a microwave oven. Even thought I had no plans to use it more than a reheating device I decided to buy the best model with the convection and grill options. The convection mode meant I could use it for baking as well.
My hubby was joking that this will be another piece of machinery which would just look beautiful on my kitchen cabinet but would be hardly used. Now this hit my ego and I decided to be a world class baker just to prove him wrong.
So to cut the long story short I tried many cake recipes. After a few failed attempts I stumbled upon a recipe for making muffins. And my dream of becoming a famous chef became partially true. This fail safe recipe has helped me out on many a kids get-together, picnics etc. And I have been able to impress my friends also with these muffins. I have shared this recipe with many so dear friends I will share it with you also here. Hope it works out well for you too.
Basically mix all the wet ingredients and dry ingredients in separate bowls.
Dry: Mix 2 cups of all purpose flour (Maida), 3/4 cup of cocoa powder, 1 tea spoon of baking powder, 1 cup granulated sugar and half a spoon of salt in one bowl.
Wet: Whisk 1 & 1/4 cup of milk, 2 table spoon of melted butter, 1/3 cup of vegetable oil, little vanilla extract and two beaten eggs together.
Mix both the wet and dry ingredients for not more than 10 seconds. The batter should be lumpy. Remember 🡪 Don’t over mix it as it will lead to hard misshapen muffins. As soon as the wet and dry ingredients are mixed together, the liquid will activate the baking powder and the batter will have to be baked right away.
Take out cutely shaped silicon muffin moulds, grease it and spoon the batter into the mould. Make sure to fill it only three fourths. Sprinkle some chocolate chips on it and put it in the pre-heated oven for 15 minutes and bake it at 180 degrees.
Now just sit and watch the oven work its magic. Watch the muffins rise in their mould. And after 15 minutes take it out and de-mould it.
now enjoy the yummylicious muffins. I promise you won’t be disappointed.
Maybe this will be the stepping stone for you to go on and become a world class baker…
My relationship with cooking can be well-explained from the humorous stand-point of our most trending tagline – “MEN WILL BE MEN”. 😊 Yes, like most of the men, I usually don’t like to cook and to be honest that predisposition still exists in a sleepy mode. Since childhood my relationship with kitchen is – kitchen means to grab food! As a matter of fact, my presence in the kitchen is always an indication to Mom that, I’m hungry! Furthermore, at home taking used plates from the dining table to the wash bin feels like carrying a bag of stones for miles. Whereas, one of the prime demands of my professional life is “I have to stay away from home”. Since 2010, hardly have I stayed a full-month at home. Presuming my professional life my mom used to advise me “to learn cooking” since I was pursing university studies. As I said, “Men will be Men”, my simple response to mom was – “Are you out of your mind? Think about the restaurants, how they will survive if people like me started cooking! Hail Restaurants!” 😊 Even with this idea I survived a year, when I moved alone to Kolkata at the beginning of 2016. I always quote myself that I’m an Englishman by Breakfast, Bengali by Lunch and now Odia by Dinner. During 2016, my permanent breakfast was Bread-Jam, Kellogg’s, Muffins/Banana, Boiled Egg, Coffee and at times Tropicana and the dinner was – Chappati and Egg tadka.
Honestly, one of the good teachers in our Bachelor Men’s life is “After 15th, it hurts the pocket”. With the dawn of 2017, I realized that it was high-time to learn cooking. Co-incidentally, while I was returning from Christmas vacation my uncle gifted me a Pressure cooker on my birthday. Lo and behold, I kickstarted the journey of cooking and initially (almost the first couple of weeks) over-boiled rice was always on the dinner plate. The first week taught me, it is always too painful to waste food when you have cooked it. So, sweet pickle and good curry from the nearest restaurant made my over-boiled rice eatable. Gradually, I learned cooking a few more curries. Though I have prepared only a couple of times, but I really enjoyed cooking “Masala Prawn”. It wasn’t of Chef’s level but yea far-far better than some homely preparation.
It was Saturday morning; I went to the market and saw very good prawns out there. Unable to control my foodie gluttony I bought some prawns. Since I don’t know how to clean them, I had to pay extra bucks to the vendor. Again, after cleaning them with fresh water, I marinated them with salt and turmeric. After sometime I deep fried with refined oil. Then separately fried onion, added salt, turmeric, coriander powder, red chilly powder and fried for a few minutes. Added ginger-garlic paste, tomato sauce, soya sauce and cooked it with fish masala for a few more minutes. Then added the fried prawns to the masala and with little water at a low fire cooked it for a few minutes. Then while removing the Masala prawn to the container, I added some fresh coriander leaves. It was one of the good Saturday lunches which I enjoyed all alone – no sharing, all mine. 😊
Fun apart, to the reader’s vantage point, let me quote the well-known American author Zig Ziglar – “You don’t have to be great to start, but you have to start to be great.”
Life, through its big and small challenges invites us to learn and kick the journey to do grow better both in the eyes of the LORD God and human beings. Eating over-boiled rice to enjoying Masala Prawn took 2 hard years for the “Men will be Men” thinker. While feeling bad to waste even the over-boiled rice and gulping it with the help of pickle, perseverance was the virtue in distress.
The Bible says,
“Let perseverance finish its work
so that you may be mature and complete,
not lacking anything”.
Waiting and persevering to mature in the art of cooking too!!
I was always a foodie, even now and will be forever.
So food was not something I stayed away from. I loved being in the kitchen, be it for cooking or for eating. I always enjoyed making things, even if it might not be perfect. I enjoyed watching my mom cook. My love for cooking comes from the way my mom cooked and served everyone, I believe. I have always seen her making everything we all loved eating and even if she never gets a bite to eat, she served everyone, enough to fill their tummies and even their heart.
The ease with which she met our demands, was tremendous, in spite of being a working mom. Even when I was mocked for being fat, my mom was never reluctant to cook and make me eat. Every time any guest came to our house, our dining table was filled with dishes. She was never tired of trying new styles, which is why I and my brother were extreme foodies.
When I was a kid, I used to dream about food always. One of the ads which were my favorite was one of those oil advertisements.
Being foodies is not a crime. 😛
I would say, that was the only reason, I never enjoyed my hostel food as such.
In the first half of my life, I would say I spent eating rather than cooking. The rest a few years went into helping my mom and even making dosa for my brother, who was too small to cook. I remember even making, sandwiches, sausages, etc. for everyone when I was in my 6th or 7nth standard. Whenever my mom was unwell, I tried my best to cook. I always felt it was magical to make all those continuous circles on dosa, making it look so adorable.
The early morning black tea was something, I enjoyed making. The wonderful aroma of it, kick starts my day.
Ever since I got married (when I was 20+), I began all my experiments with cooking. With multiple failures, I enjoyed cooking on my own, serving my guests, my colleagues and even my family who comes to visit us. Their encouraging words were boosting my skills too.
My greatest critic is my husband though. He ensured I was informed well, that I cooked disastrous and when nice, he kept silent, but I could observe it from the way he had food.
Again being mom, changes all your tastes, rather than eating, you prefer feeding everyone. Many even thought that me being a foodie, would never share anything from my plate but little did they realize that now after being mom, I have changed.
I would try cooking, baking, grilling and much more just for my kids. As a mom, I would want to feed them the very healthy food. So I included all kinds of foods on my daily menu. Cutlets, soups, noodles, all kinds of parathas, paneer (being my daughter’s favorite) and much more.
Cooking is much more fun when you just don’t all the ingredients but a pinch of love to it. And I realized you need not be a good cook always, but someone who loves to share a piece of what they have always. The added flavor of my cooking -is love, which made everyone happy and filled.
And I still continue my legacy, that I carry from my mom. And she is still my mentor who is teaching me much more.
The joy of cooking comes from the joy expressed while serving it with the one who is in need of food. — SoulRecitals
Cooking was never my area of expertise before marriage, basically due to three reasons. Firstly, my grandmother, too old to work, was always scared of me working on the gas stove alone, so much, that whenever my mom would be away, she would never let me go into the kitchen only. In case I insisted, saying that it was time for her evening tea, she would stand with me in the kitchen even if she would get tired of standing there and ensured the knob of the gas stove was off before she went out.
Secondly, with my mother, my job in the kitchen was only to assist her like laying the table or serving chapatis. Though, she would let me make one small chapati at the end, she never compelled me to learn cooking. I remember once she got high fever and I, along with my elder brother tried to share her work load, and so decided to knead the dough. My brother messed up with the quantity of water and ended up in pouring lots of it, for which I asked him to put in more flour. These steps of pouring in water and then adding more flour ended up in a pile of unkneaded dough and we proved ourselves to be disastrous in dough making.
After I finished schooling, I developed the hobby of baking chocolate cake. After 3-4 attempts, I did fairly well, but soon got bored with it because the preparation time would take ages! Sadly, there were no readymade cake mixes available at that time.
I remember the first dish that I prepared was Shahi Paneer, which I learnt from my next-door neighbour and my best friend Jyoti. She was too good at cooking and I developed a little interest in learning new recipes from her. Apart from drooling at Femina’s Bachelor of the Fortnight page, I started to look at various recipe pages too.
Once when I was in Dehradun, my uncle got a new microwave oven in the house and I experimented making desserts in it. I made Instant Rabdi, using bread crumbs and milk. The result was pretty good.
When I neared mid-20s, my father used to show concern that I should learn cooking. However, my mother just said, “She will learn herself when she will go to her in-laws”.
The third and the last reason for me remaining a non-cook was my lack of interest and my mother-in-law who used to prepare the scrumptious main course, while I continued doing my job as assistant in the kitchen after marriage. I started cooking independently only when my husband and I moved to a different city. I still remember calling up my cousin sister Kuljeet, asking her how to cut French beans. Thank God we have smartphones now and everything is on our tips!
Your whole perspective changes when you become a mother. It was only recently when I actually started ‘loving’ to cook. Experimenting the dishes for the first time has become my new hobby. Just to make sure that my kids eat nutritious food, I have tried making Chhole Bhature, Khakra, Quesadillas, Set Dosa, Paalak Puri, Paalak Paneer, Methi Malai Paneer, Veg Biryani, Pao Bhaji and a lot more. The best part is that I fared well in the score card of my husband, who’s an epicure and never ever makes false praises, no matter how much hard work one puts in!
I love Pao Bhaji and wanted my sons also to eat the bhaji. The problem with them is that if they see a piece of carrot or beans or peas, they will simply not eat. So, while preparing the bhaji, instead of mashing, I made a thick paste of the boiled vegetables, by churning them in food processor so that there’s no piece left. The kids loved it and I felt very relieved after feeding vegetables to my picky eaters.
Another dish I tried for my kids was Pink Dosa, which I made by adding beetroot juice to the dosa batter. The kids enjoyed eating the unique coloured dosa as much as I enjoyed making.
There’s a snack which goes into their lunch boxes every week- cutlets. These are protein rich cutlets which I prepare by mixing powdered soya chunks (using grinder), bread crumbs and mashed potatoes. I use cookie cutters to give them various shapes and shallow fry them. The kids just relish these hi-protein cutlets.
It’s easy to order food and try new dishes, but once you have kids, I guess one learns to start experimenting with food. At least that’s what I did!
As soon as we started writing on this topic I fell sick. I mean, I am not saying I got sick because of the topic but the day when I got sick. Yeah! Last Sunday, I fell ill. And while resting the whole week at home, I finished previous 18 episodes of Masterchef 6 India challenges and today I finished today’s episode which the 20th one.
Food of different kind and colour brightens my eyes and my tongue loves to taste everything on this earth apart from half cooked cuisines. Boiled foods are my favourites but half cooked, a big NO from me. I consider myself to be a big foodie and I don’t see what is served but whether it is tasty or not. 🙂
From childhood, I had keen interest in food and how it is prepared, like Siddharth, Kalpana’s son. His mom was generous to allow him but it wasn’t so with my mom. So, I discovered my skills only when started working here in Kolkata. And I am going to explain one such dish, which I consider it to be tasty, looked good and the idea behind it was good (Swad, Surat and Soch) 😉 …
One Saturday afternoon, I checked what’s there for the lunch and I found what… Potato chutney, daal and rice. It is not that I don’t like it, I love it but I was not in a mood to have the same, that particular day. So, I searched the shelf for something that can spice up the lunch. And I found what! A box full of Khai or Khoi. In English it is called fried paddy or puffed rice. This ingredient is a bland absolutely opposite to what I was looking for – chatpata – spicy.
I thought for a moment and put three handful of Khoi in a bowl of water to soak it. Then I drained the water and added a little salt. I roasted a pinch of cumin seeds and make a powder out of it. I added the same to my soaked Khoi. I am not a fan of chillies so I didn’t use them. You can use any spices in it as you wish.
To get a good hold, I added a little bit of bread crumbs in it and stir it. I mashed it well and made small round balls shaped out of the batter using my fingers and palm.
I heated the oil in a pan and fried these small ball shaped cuties. After a minute when they were fried well and were golden brown in colour, I took them out. I kept them on a paper to let the oil get soaked from those fried Khoi balls.
I chopped one big onion and fried it with Soya Sauce. Then I put that fried onion with soya sauce over all those fried stuffs that I had kept on the paper. To add to the beauty or garnishing, I kept two beautiful green coriander leaves on them.
Trust me! It tasted so well! My family loved it!
Sometimes, our life is bland and tasteless like those white fried paddies or Khoi. But when we surrender ourselves in the hands of The Masterchef, God… then He can create beauty out of us.
I am an ardent fan of chai and my love for chai is well known by my family and friends.
I absolutely love ginger tea. The first thing that I must have in the morning is not a kiss from my husband but the ginger tea! Yeah.. no kidding.. I cannot function without my cuppa of a strong ginger tea. And I am so glad my husband respects my affair with ginger tea. In fact, he loves ginger tea too.
We are a little different than the couples our age. So we dont go out partying and dancing but yeah.. we go on chai dates. Chai dates are very special for us. Over the past 10 years, we have celebrated innumerable joys and have also gulped down handful of sorrows over ek cup chai.
We often head to a small chai tapri near Borivali railway station a little after mid night just to relish a bun muska and some ginger tea. Chai shops (not tapris) were a rarity until recently but wherever we would see one we had to stop buy. We have savoured various types of teas like varieties of green tea, yogi tea, milk tea, masala tea, kulhad chai, Russian tea and many more.
Chai is a therapy for me. Whenever I am down with fever or cold, a cup of chai made by hubby dearest works wonders. I am glad we both love chai so much because that way we have created a lot of special memories over last 10 years. My husband absolutely loves tea made by me so much so that even when we are at any relative’s place he insists that I make the tea. Our telepathy works great when it comes to tea. I can just make out looking at his face that he is craving for tea even at odd hours! And sometimes it works vice versa too!
Our dream date is to relax in a huge balcony, stretch our legs out and sip on a piping hot ginger tea and watch the sunrise and talk about life. Okay.. let me be honest, both of us are not early risers so if we cannot make it to sunrise we can definitely make it for the sunset!
Let the tea cups clink and let’s raise a toast for a happy life! CHEERS!!