Monday, 25 April 2011

The Khar Archipelago.... Tasty Tangles, Khar, Mumbai

Guess there's a lot of food blogger's karma going around off late. Ashim sent us tantalising Tunde's kebabs last Sunday. This lovely lunch treat by Sassy Fork. Hot Cross buns, out of the blue, from 'Apple and the Gostana' team. A fantastic hand made chocolate liqueur from Lenny a couple of days back. Thanks guys. It's indeed been a Happy Easter.

 
“So let’s see if Tasty Tangles lives up to your standards in Asian food” said our International Mystery Woman of Food, Sassy Fork. Good friend, great soul and food blogger who prefers to write from the shrouds of anonymity. She covers the length and breadth of the city with unflagging enthusiasm writing about food from all over. This Sunday K and I were her guests at Tasty Tangles, the new restaurant above Sancho’s at Khar. They belong to the same owner.

Sassy Fork, International Mystery Woman of Food
 
Tasty Tangle’s promises ‘Asian street court cuisine’ if I remember the board outside the restaurant properly. The trick is to set your expectations right. A premium air conditioned restaurant at the posh suburb of Bandra. Oh well, Khar actually. Part of a chain of restaurants from Dubai. Staff as Indian as they get. Yes, don’t expect to land at Singapore’s Lau Pa Sat, the carts outside the Warawat Market at Chiang Mai, the PJ Sector 17 food court outside KL or the Georgetown eats, the pier at Bangkok, and you will do good. Sit back, take in the sense of space, the large windows and the trees outside, remind yourself that you are in a make belief synthetic world. You will give the food a fair chance. 

I did that.



The menu has a sprinkling of eats from across various Far Eastern countries barring Japan. A couple of famous dishes per region. ‘Pan’ Asian, so don’t expect to discover the cuisine of a particular country here. No chicken rice, char siu, siew yoke, khow sue or pho here. Don't scratch below the surface and you will be good.


The service very warm and efficient. Right from the waiter who took our order who was able to answer our questions right to the effect. Helped us figure out that their version of black pepper Singapore crabs consisted of batter fried crab portions and not the original Singaporean version. Not what we wanted. Which in my book is fine. Reminded me of Omkar, our waiter at Bungalow 9, whose description of the dish made us realise that we didn’t want the toasted brie on beet. I would rather know what a dish consists off and not order it than end up ordering wrong, like we did at Olive once, thanks to inept waiters.

The manager, Nixon (if I remember the name right), later came and asked how the food was. At our request hen showed us around the open kitchen and explained the various kitchen gizmos to us. He politely answered some of Sassy’s questions on mushrooms and mine on the meats they serve. This left us with a good feel. As did the food.

The wasabi prawns had a nice touch of spring to them. The prawns fresh, the wasabi sharp without being mind numbing in intensity. They paired this with a chopped raw onion and raw mango salad which worked pretty well with the prawns. Good stuff. Not street court.



We shared a curry laksa whose colour, fragrance and watery consistency brought back very very fond memories of Kafe 78 at Georgetown. Yes, the curry mee was quite authentic at Tasty Tangles...right down to the plump prawns, the spongy tofu, the plump noodles or mee. Where it lacked in was in pork offal – liver, heart, kidney – but hey this was Mumbai so I am willing to cut them some slack. The intent was good within the given constraints. The coconut flavour in the curry a touch overpowering. They could tone this down a bit.



Then there was roast duck with Hoisin sauce and Chinese rolls. The quality and consistency of the duck and the  deep sweetish taste of the Hoisin sauce took me back to two spectacular sit down dinners that I had at Australia recently. One was at the very posh Flower Drum at Melbourne. The other at the fancy Chinese restaurant at the Burswood complex at Perth. The roast duck at Tasty Tangles was truly spectacular. Nixon later showed us the steamer for the ducks. This piece of modern technology gave us a pretty juicy duck with crackling skin. The rolls were a bit stickier than normal. 



We went for a Kampung (meaning 'small village' in Malay) Nasi Goreng too. There was a chicken satay but no eggs to go with this. The rice in its broken texture and incredibly full flavoured  yet rustic taste, took me back to the fried rices of KL and my many happy memories around them.



We skipped the crabs as fried crab cakes wasn’t the real deal. Went for a seafood with XO sauce instead. This was a bummer. The dish too salty to be enjoyed. Nixon said it was possibly the excessive use of soy. A pity since the prawns, squid and prawns seemed to be of very good quality. The dish even had shitake mushrooms which we have seen a number of 'fancy' places at Mumbai skip in favour of cheaper button mushrooms.The seafood with XO sauce, my choice, was the only black spot in an otherwise great meal.



It is true that nothing can take the place of my beloved street food carts of the Orient in my heart. If you keep that aside then Tasty Tangles did turn out to be a very nice experience for me. K, normally not the biggest fan of Oriental, loved the food and couldn’t stop raving about the laksa in particular too. Reminder her of the laksa Sassy made for recently.

Can’t give credit just to the food though. A big hearted host is just what you need to fire the wok up.

Thanks Sassy for the lovely afternoon.

And read this for Sassy's account of the afternoon.

 

Sunday, 24 April 2011

Quick summer eats: Basil Pesto pasta, salads

"Enjoying your food with a 'morning after smile'....Aren't you becoming our little Nigella Lawson? :P "

Scarlett's comment on my Bungalow 9 post 


Well that did strike me yesterday when I made sudden plans with my friends Soumik & Ratoola to catch up for dinner and watch whatever IPL match was going on. Ratoola made a lovely doi maachh and mustard Okhra dish. And I prepared a couple of things in a jiffy and took them over.

I was a bit fed up with the masala chicken and roti which we had for dinner the previous night at home. It is too hot for this sort of food right now. And I have had it with chicken. I had planned to make a couple of light dishes for dinner to beat the heat in any case. So when our dinner plans were made then I tossed some stuff together in about half an hour, packed them in boxes, and drove off for dinner.

The three of us had a lovely evening chatting over Bangladesh memories, IPL and of course those very funny stories which no one can deliver the way Soumik does.



Well, for whatever its worth I did take a pint of beer with me to get in touch with my masculine side. But then I did raid the fridge at night when I returned for the lovely chocolate liqueur that Lenny made for us.

Here are the recipes. Pretty easy to make.

Fungghi Linguine in Basil pesto.

  • Boil linguine/ spaghetti and chopped button mushroom together. Keep aside
  • Pesto mix. Put the following in a mortar sequentially: 1. 3,4 cloves peeled garlic 2. 7,8 pine nuts 3. A bunch of finely chopped fresh basil 4. 1 tablespoon parmesan 5.  3,4 tablespoons extra virgin olive oil. Pound this at every each step. Or put everything into a food processor and grind
  • Put the pesto mix on the pasta and gently separate the linguine or spaghetti so that the pesto mix gets into the paste. Add some salt
  • Bung this into the microwave for two minutes when you are ready to eat


Salads:

The trick in salads is to use fresh produce, wash them assiduously with drinking water if you are in India. Avoid cheese, mayo etc as they are fattening and you get great tasting stuff with a lot of other stuff. Use a mix of textures - crunch, squish. Colours - greens, red yellows, white. Dressings and sauces. The idea is to put it together just as you eat so that the spring and bounce is there.

Here's what I used together - purple lettuce leaves, rocket leaves, hung curd (curd put on a strainer the previous night so that the water drains out), some Australian Bush Salts that Kunal gave me (regular salt and pepper otherwise), cherry tomatoes, Raspberry Balsamic Vinegar that Maunika gave me, some Middle Eastern sumac and lemon powder that Gia gave me and some crushed lavash from Sante's ...that's the thing, there are no recipes for salads....just let your imagination go wild ... boiled eggs, canned tuna, cold cuts ...

Jeez, I don't believe I wrote this. Blame Thailand and Australia for my sudden love for salads. Or old age.



Good Morning Mumbai...Maharashtrian breakfast at Prakash, Mahim




I don’t know what spurred off this trip. The disastrous coffee shop breakfast the previous day. Or a long standing desire to discover some of the Maharashtrian food of Mumbai. But if I had tweeted that I was going to a Maharashtrian vegetarian restaurant at Mahim for breakfast on a holiday then folks would have thought that my phone had been kidnapped.

But every journey needs to be led by an intrepid explorer. In Bhairavi, who has covered thirty five countries so far and counting, is one. We met through twitter and then at Gostana, a common favourite, by chance. Plans to go to Prakash were made and finally kept. Prakash is a simple Maharashtrian restaurant at the cusp of Mahim and Dadar at Mumbai. In a Maharashtrian dominated locality, not too far from Bandra. Mumbai, of course, is the capital of Maharashtra.

Time flew as we drove to Prakash despite the Saturday traffic at Bandra as we chatted about our travels. Bhairavi compared the traffic around us with the disciplined no honking traffic of the cities of South America and even Beijing. She regaled me with stories of her 28 country in 90 days trip as a part of a peace march association a couple of years back. Of her discovery late in the day that Mauritania is a country in Africa and is not Mauritius.  Of being stuck at Columbia without a visa. Of eating with the locals everywhere despite being a vegetarian. And of how seventy members of the global peace corp stayed overnight at a bomb shelter at Zurich.

We reached Prakash close to one. It was reasonably empty. A bit after breakfast and not quite lunch hour yet. But the tables began filling up as we ate. Soon there was huge queue outside. And then people came and stood by the tables including by our shared table which had two Maharashtrian ladies standing beside us. If you needed any proof that the place was good then this answered it. British food writer and chef, Maunika Gowardhan, went to Prakash during her recent trip to India. She told me that the food tasted exactly the same as it did more than a decade back when she used to go here with her mom.

The crowd starts to form

Packed to the gills with more coming in

The very busy manager or owner
Marking their territory. Our table was theirs


I started with the poha of course which many had recommended to me. Bhairavi took a bite and said that the poha (a dish made with rice flakes) in this Maharashtrian restaurant was exactly the same as that made in her Gujarati household. I had been subjected to poha molested and mauled by various canteens for over a decade. A tasteless unappetising debris in most cases. I must say that I had questioned the point of going to a place whose flagship dish was poha. 

Well the poha at Prakash was light, pure, warm and rather motherly. The exact opposite of whatever I had tasted in all these years.

Poha


As was the missal. A dish which I had always known as an oily, spicy, chickpea and fried gram flour based tasty though suicidal office canteen and bus terminus shop dish. The missal at Prakash was very demure and domesticated. It was made with moong sprouts, had soft pieces of potato, a very thin layer of sev and not the heavy fried gram flour farsan mix. It had a very granny’s kitchen feel to it. I was rather full by then but yet kept having spoonful after spoonful of this soothing, nurturing dish.

Missal


Of course it was not all so innocent. We had deep fried savudana vadas which were crunchy outside and fluffy inside. Again very different from the sticky, jaw clamming stuff of office cafetarias. As Bhairavi pointed out, it didn’t come with the usual sweet curd chutney.

Sabudana vada



We followed this with thalipith which is a roasted grain based dish. It looked interesting. A very primordial, close to nature local bread. The thalipith at Prakash  was rather salty and burnt and disappointing. Bhairavi assured me that thalipeths are normally quite different and tastier.

Thalipith


We ordered batata vadas, the quintessential street food dish which feeds the whole of Mumbai. A good comeback after the thalipith. Hot, fresh, bouncy but not as pungent or piquant as the street ones. Again seeming as if it was straight from granny’s kitchen.

Batata vada




Piyush, heady though not intentionally

We started our meal with Piyush, a sweet local drink which had the same effect on one as a can of spinach had on Popeye. Our meal had a sweet ending too. Shrikhand, the sweet thick milk based local dessert.Bhairavi felt that shrikhand here tasted off the modaks which were offered to Lord Ganesha at Mumbai’s most famous temple, Siddhi Vinayak. Which, according to her, is not the way shrikhand should be. Well it was sweet, mildly sour, creamy and thick. Worked for me.

Shrikhand



This huge array of dishes cost us all of Rs 240 (5 USD). The service, smart, efficient, very friendly. Our waiter, Yadav





As Bhairavi pointed out, the food wasn’t spicy or hot. Nor was it oily. Which is probably why I felt that each dish seemed like it was made in someone’s home. Possibly by a wizened granny. Not my home of course. I won’t be able to tell you how ‘authentic’ it was? But then do two grannies ever cook exactly the same way?

What I do know was that the food was cooked with a lot of honesty. With a pure heart. Food which was a tribute to the earnest and hard working patrons of Prakash. A rare example of simplicity in an increasingly complex world. Of earnestness. And warmth.


Saturday, 23 April 2011

La Dolce Vita .... Bugalow 9, Bandra

I caught a bit of the Ekta and Tushar Kapoor episode of Koffee with Karan the other day. Ekta Kapoor said that as a child she would claw at any of her father, ex Bollywood star, Jitendra’s female fans when they came close to him.

I am like that when it comes to Asian or Oriental cuisine. Extremely protective and possessive. To use Kainaz’s term, ‘unforgiving’, I am when it comes to Oriental food. I don’t suffer fools in the kitchen pretending to cook ‘authentic’ Oriental food easily. The memories of the faux Thai food that they served us at the Mariott Courtyard’s Red Zen in the recent food blogger’s dinner still makes me livid.

Which is why Bungalow 9 confused me. A colleague of mine raved about the lovely atmosphere there and the huge sense of space. But she is a vegetarian. Then I read my friend Sassy Fork’s review of Bungalow 9. I was confused even more. European. Asian. What was going on there?

So plans to go were made but never kept till a couple of days back. I was in a good mood. Wanted to go somewhere nice. At Bandra. K returned and we headed to Bungalow 9, past Salt Water Cafe, at the start of the lane where Cafe Goa and Trafalgar Square used to be.



Well Bungalow 9 indeed looked majestic and so non Mumbai. The section outside looked really chic. I had booked a table inside for the aircon. The indoor seating looked a bit like the geriatric section with families across generations spread all over. We looked wistfully outside but slowly reconciled to the grand, Royal Bombay Yacht Club like feel of the place. The peeling paint in the ornate setting a reminder that the monsoons of Mumbai spare none. The overall grandiose feel defiled a bit by the kitsch plywood bus tables at the corner. The sofas sink in and comfortable though a tad difficult to eat from. 

The table so huge that it seemed that K was at Bandra while I was at neighbouring Khar as we faced each other and sat. 

I felt closer to the mosquitoes buzzing around us.


Ye Olde English Club...indoors seating


So how was the food? Well to start with I skipped most of the Asian to give them a fair chance. Didn’t want to bring out my hormonal lovelorn hat.

I ordered the Snowdonion cheddar and red onion tart at Sassy’s reco. This was the most full flavoured baked cheese dish that I have had since I had my first cheese quiche at Switzerland outside Geneva station. And that is saying a lot.



The dish an epic comeback after the disappointing flavour and sugarless black currant ice tea and fresh lime soda sweet without ice.

We went for a Sake Salmon sushi after that. Again possibly one of the best Sushis that I have ever had. Good fresh fish and well flavoured rice.

My favourite pose from my Orient travel albums. The sushi was right up there
 
K liked her mains of grilled lobster. I thought it was tad overcooked but I loved the zest of lime in the background. At K’s request they removed the buttered greens and gave her mashed potato instead. There was a smart serving of noodles to go with this.



I was feeling  indulgent and went for my own mains instead of sharing one. I chose the slow grilled New Zealand lamb chops. K was unimpressed but she wasn’t in a meat eating mood. The dish lived up to its billing for me. The juiciest cut of meat that I have had since the Wagyu steak at the Meat and Wine Company, Sydney. Done to perfection, medium rare with a tantalising moist touch of sweet in the distant background. I chewed on each little piece with a silly ‘morning after’ smile. Going after the last bit of flesh off the bones with my knife and fork without a second thought to table manners. Big hearted meat paired with some delicate couscous and a rather well behaved ratatouille. This was the standout dish of the evening for me.



On asking we got a second helping of the complimentary bread basket with our mains. The bread was really good. Nothing turns me on like good bread. Butter with sundried tomato pesto fired things up and I have rarely seen K attack carbs at night with such gusto.




For desserts we went for the heart warming solid house Madagascar chocolate ice cream. They seasoned it with a touch of salt and olive oil which bewitched me as I like of mix of textures and tastes in my mouth. K got a bit livid. She doesn’t like people messing with her chocolate. “No Salt. No chillies” as she said.



The service was very knowledgeable and warm. I must make special mention of our waiter Omkar. He could answer my questions on the menu in great detail which helped order right. He went to the kitchen and got the chef to accommodate K’s request of a few sashimi slivers instead of sushi and mashed potatoes with her lobsters. We felt well cared for. 

There was a ten per cent service charge, a heft amount, so I didn’t tip any more.

The bill was huge. K was a bit underwhelmed by the experience after she saw the damages. But I was in a generous mood.  It had been a good day.

 All under a golden glow of yellow lamps . Eaten on sofas you could tuck your feet on and eat. And chat. And unwind. Mosquitoes giving you company.



This was the good life.

As the price tag confirmed.

Live tweeting @Finelychopped

Friday, 22 April 2011

Pity the 'L A Woman'... Mocha Mojo, Bandra

Lets change the mood from glad to sadness
Mr. mojo risin, mr. mojo risin x2
Got to keep on risin
Mr. mojo risin, mr. mojo risin
Mojo risin, gotta mojo risin
Mr. mojo risin, gotta keep on risin
Risin, risin
Gone risin, risin
Im gone risin, risin
I gotta risin, risin
Well, risin, risin
I gotta, wooo, yeah, risin



 
K pointed out that in the olden days when men would get angry they would take out their hands and strangle people. Or take their guns out and shoot.

Today they take their hands out and reach for the phone. And tweet. "Now even the Bengali man can use his hands toshow his rage" she said. 


Though with statements such as "I am very full and yet unhappy". And earlier unlady-like expletives peppering breakfast conversation. "How much &^%*$ time does it take to get $%&%   %^*&#  bread", I would say she was the angrier bird.

It was close to 1 pm but in my book, the first meal of the day, whatever time it is, is breakfast. After three great weekend waffle and coffee breakfasts, and an evening Bahout Berry shake chat, Mocha Moja seemed an obvious choice for breakfast.

They didn’t have a simple Mocha at Mocha! The chocolate infused cappuccino of coffee shops. The uncharacteristically limp cappuccino that followed. A weak ‘morning after’ after the robust cappuccino last evening at the Bandra Reclamation Barista. The over-sweet, barely visible chocolate chip, cookie. None of this made for a good start to the day.




Hash omelet followed. And crisp, hard French Fries.

The omelet was stuffed with mashed potatoes, herbs and again barely visible bits of salami. A nice hearty feel but completely lacking in salt. Not that they asked for our BP reports while taking the order.



Our BP did go up thanks to the ciabatta bread slices that came with the egg. Toasted to biscuit-like consistency. It was inedible and K wanted fresh soft bread. Repeated pleas which went from polite requests to angry outbursts, two waiters, expressions of intent to pay for the extra bread, twenty minutes of teeth gnashing finally got us a plate of ciabatta slices at Rs 80 extra. This batch was softer, toasted again and frankly would have been appropriate at a prison perhaps where survival is the key.



Well after three days of being AWOL, Bunkin Banu is back. I am looking forward to some bhaat, bhaaja moonger daaal, alu bhaaja and begun bhaaja to comfort me after the disastrous breakfast.

Perhaps I should have skipped the coffee and gone for the wine and alcohol list that they were trying to push us at Mocha Mojo. Pity it was breakfast.

But I will be back. For the waffles.

The food at Mocha Mojo was disappointing today as was their cold reaction to our obvious discomfiture. They included a ten pc service charge to their bill and K tipped over that.
Tthere was a ten pc service charge at our dinner at Bungalow 9 the other day. The service was really good there. I didn’t top it. The amount was large enough. I threw up the topic for discussion on the Finely Chopped Facebook page. This is what followed. Would love to hear your take?
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Would you tip over and above a 10 pc service charge added to the bill?
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Nikhil Merchant Iv always wondered what's the politically correct thing to do? -- I'd say no! Am I wrong ?
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Poli Gupta No !! Unless they were extra nice or my boys were extra loud and the guys went out of their way to keep them busy /entertained ...
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Finely Chopped The service was really good but the ten percent did translate to a fair bit so I skipped actually but was in two minds
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Orko Basu What Poli Gupta said.
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Poli Gupta you did the right thing ..If it is included ..thats all u have to give
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Finely Chopped I was pretty quiet Orko, Poli
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Pallavi Sharma No. I used to wonder earlier, but now am sure abt it. No extras if they ve already deducted it. Same rule in india and elsewhere.
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Eeshani Chakraverty u were right!!
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Manisha Talim Many a times we don't even realise that the service tax is included...even Global Fusion includes it
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Sue Cope Yes - because I tend to feel that when service is included it rarely actually gets to the waiter. In the UK it is 'optional' and so I always ask them to remove it so I can give it to the waiter directly (sometimes it causes a hullabaloo but hey!)
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Kaniska Chakraborty depends on the kind of service provided. tips to me translates to "to insure privacy, to insure prompt service...". if i am satisfied, i may go over and above the 10%.
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Aashim Tyagi I can only understand a service tax if it is a big group. Otherwise it's totally uncalled for, imho and should be left to the diner to tip based on the service one gets. But I guess in India where tipping culture is horrendous it' necessary.
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no. and i hate the 10% service charge. only because it doesn't allow me to decide how much i'd like to pay for the service. i can understand restaurants wanting to include it, so everyone is forced to pay, even the cheapskates. but i think ...it sort of removes the incentive for great service and somehow absolves the restaurant of its responsibility. mayb restaurants shd encourage great service with a reward system that they pay for. also, it's only the fancy shwancy restaurants that follow this system. so now if i've got great service and there's a 10% service charge, and the amount is substantial, i ask for a feedback form and mention the persons name, and how good he/she was at their job.See more
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ISingCakes & more Not really,though hubby tends to pay everytime we visit eateries. I like paying only when there is some extra care taken which rarely happens.Chennai Dosa, a South Indian restaurant near our town has a kind of a jar by the till to drop in any coins.
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Finely Chopped Oh Calcutta has 8 pc and that's one place where I add over that without a second thought. But that's being clannish. Actually we pay a lot more at restaurants for the same dish than if we cook it at home. Don't know why tipping has to be extra. But that's a more global issue and has been there for ages and not relevant to this discussion
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Delilah Martis hmmm i always wonder too. end up paying 5% extra sometimes if the service was really good and rarely leave nothing xtra, but if i kept guilt aside then i'd say no, not needed.
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Kurush F Dalal v rarely ..... kinda like the death penalty .... in the rarest of rare cases
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Sue Cope I don't tip like they do in the US though... which is even when the service is bad and then 15-20% (that one shocked me when we went for the first time!)
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BongMom CookBook Waitresses/Waiters here make most of their money out of tips. I think the salary is adjusted that way. The norm is 10-15% in most sit down restaurants, definitely 15% and more in fancier ones. They give you the "looks" otherwise.
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Finely ChoppedBongMom CookBook But these are cases where they add SC. Not sure if they do that in the US

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