Long day. Tired and hungry, with the imminent weekend my only torch in this muck of darkness called the work week, I walked into my apartment. Sustenance was of the prime. But what alchemy should I wield to turn the green peas and pound of paneer sitting in my fridge into something soul fulfilling ?
Some things do matter about paneer mattar, after all.
Sighing loudly to myself, with the room filling vocal chords of Bocelli to give me company, I heat some Olive Oil. Crying out for the starving masses of the world, especially in focus considering the feast I was contemplating, I chopped a large red onion finely. The loud sizzle of the onions introducing themselves to the hot oil, the tango on the sauce pan that turned them translucent, made me mark my calendar - Mixture has a tango night next wednesday! The onions were eager to put on some color so I hit them with a tablespoon of my coriander-garlic-ginger paste. Tomatoes ! Ye Gods, that was some quick knife work that got them into the pan to meet the jealous onions before they turned as black as voldemort's heart (Everyone makes references to HP these days!).
Simmer simmer, smoosh smoosh,
turn this mess as soft as a baby's tush!
A dark act of magic is needed,
add cloves, cinnamon, cumin
will turn this delicious thusly seeded.
Pinch of turmeric,
dash of chilli
need to add some salt,
but remember will he ?
In go the peas,
and cubed paneer, if you please.
Dont forget the water,
it does really matter.
Reached a cresendo,
my hunger, and the dish
hope it will soon boil,
did I wish!
Hot rice, crisp roti
glass of Sav blanc
Yikes, I need to loosen my dhoti!
(pics to follow. No Rjo, not that of my loosened dhoti!)