Saturday, July 14, 2012

Onions!

I felt elated after enjoying Dal and Rice. I enjoyed it because I made it. I have an arrangement with a Household to provide food. However, the person who cooks is out of town for a few days. I never cook, In fact I loath it. This perhaps stems from my previous unsuccessful attempts at cooking the aforementioned Dish. Eating outside, is an option but I didn't feel like doing that today. Moreover, the restaurants near my place need to understand that certain people enjoy nutritious food rather than a overdose of oil and 'Masala'. So I reluctantly decided to cook. I called up my mother and asked her for the list of ingredients and the procedure.
I then made my way to the nearest Market. The list didn't look intimidating. Onions, tomatoes, Curry Leaves and Green Chillies. The other items in the list were available in hermetically sealed packets. I had a tough time selecting items that weren't available in packets. Selecting Green Chillies was fairly straight forward. All the green chillies in the carton looked the same. So I just picked up a few, visually inspecting them for any blemishes. Next came Tomatoes. The market seemed to have lots of tomatoes. So I stood in front of these cartons. Some of them red, while others looked as though the red color has faded. I was confused as to which to select. I then decided that I shall randomly select Tomatoes and visually inspect them and then if they pass the visual inspection test, I shall test them for softness. I had a gut feeling that it shouldn't be too soft. So after 10 minutes or so i zeroed in on 4 tomatoes. Next came Onions. I went to the area where onions were kept. To my chagrin the whole lot failed the visual inspection test. I stood there for a full 5 minutes wondering what  I should do. The last time I came shopping for tomatoes, I had a nice aunty help me. She looked at my confused face and helped me with the selection. That was perhaps a year ago.
I kept staring at the lot of onions, hoping that some aunty would turn up again to help or at least someone would select onions and all i had to do was follow his actions. But, 15 minutes on, no one came. The storekeeper came to my rescue, he loaded the carton with a fresh lot. I wouldn't say that the fresh lot passed my stringent visual inspection test, But I was fed up of standing there, so i selected a few.
 At home I diligently followed the procedure.
I avoided the mistake of roasting the dal before cooking it. I did that last time and  I kept waiting for it to pressure cook and in the end it was the pressure cooker that got cooked, not the dal.
I chopped the onions, and tomatoes, soaked the dal for half an hour and  pressure cooked the dal , put the pressure cooked dal on a frying pan after frying the garnish and guess what, it came out well . It was slightly bland. But unlike my previous attempts, it was cooked. (Oh and I forgot the Curry Leaves)
' Try Try and Try till you succeed' is true beyond doubt. 

Friday, July 13, 2012

My Experiments with Ethyl Alcohol

I am writing this post while drinking a chilled Budweiser. I used to dislike alcohol, in fact I detested it. All that changed after a trip to Goa. My college mates and I went to Goa on a week long vacation. All of them work in the IT field and reside in Chennai. A week in Goa sounded fun, and it sure was. We went to a lot of beaches and and a nearby discotheque. In the discotheque I started liking beer, it was complementary with the entrance fee. I had beer before, a different brand, and after One sip I poured the beer into the sink. The brand that I got here tasted different.  A fun moment I remember was driving from the beach to the hotel in a two wheeler in nothing but my swimming trunks. That drive really showed me what convective heat transfer is all about. We frequented bars and restaurants. In Goa you would find that almost all restaurants offer alcoholic beverages. So I tried many drinks. On on occasion I tried to emulate the second most well know punch line of James bond, ' Martini- Shaken, Not Stirred  '. It looked magnificent , in a martini glass and a tooth pick on top of it resembling a high tension trampoline rope with olives. I took a sip and my reaction was - Yuck! , How the hell can he drink this poison. I gulped it, like one would gulp bitter medicine. I had enough for that night.
On another ocassion we went to the beach, and my friends, all of them booze gourmets, ordered drinks. I didn't want to left behind so I ordered Rum and Coke. The first gulp, was like hot lava flowing through my esophagus and then reaching my stomach. I felt a bit dizzy, and then I slowly gulped it all. Trance Music in the background, and a soothing breeze from the beach, I was enjoying. That combination was damn good.
In the end  all of us had a lot of fun.