Wednesday, 29 June 2011

Working lunch: couscous with mushrooms & corn

I had a Malayali colleague once. He and his wife would wake up early every morning, make breakfast and cook lunch before they left for work. They lived at far off Navi Mumbai and travelled by train! Always used to amaze me. How could people do this?

Then today happened.

Breakfast: Sandwich of American Express Bakery multi grain bread with mushrooms and corn boiled by Banu the previous day. There was a sliver of cream cheese in it too. Papaya chopped by Banu the previous day. Coffee.

@Shizznatica on twitter felt that boiling mushrooms kills the taste:

'@Finelychopped I've always been told to keep mushrooms away frm water till they've been cooked. Like sponges they are. Could be wrong though'
 
" @Finelychopped hmmm in cooking shows they never wash em. Nor do we. Just wipe em clean I guess 

Though Sassy Fork, Chef Jay and I felt that we were better off erring in side of safety here."

@SassyFork :  @Finelychopped wash! (the mushrooms)


@ChefJayFoodhall :  @Finelychopped I second that. @SassyFork

So here's how I put lunch together:
  • Couscous from a packet heated in microwaved water as per pack instructions
  • Boiled mushrooms & corns tossed together in peri peri sauce, salt & pepper
  • Mix the two together and put it the lunch box
  • Add a teaspoon of olive oil on top
So breakfast made. Lunch too. No oil barring the EVOO

'What a good boy I am' as Little Jack Horner said

Edit: Adding @saeek & @kishiarora's suggestion here to sauté the mushrooms instead of boiling them




Tweet-order. Red Ninja Express, Bandra

There were two reasons why the red flier slipped in with the newspaper the other morning interested me.
Firstly, it was of Red Ninja Express, a Chinese order in place, at Bandra. I am always on the look out for a place that sends edible Chinese here.

Secondly the menu card promised ‘New York style boxes’. If you live on an OD of sitcoms such as Becker and FRIENDS then you would be familiar with these boxes. I gravitated towards it just as a kid would towards the Golden Arches.

Turned out that Red Ninja was on twitter too. I tried to order at 1115 pm on Thursday night but they were shut. I would have ordered earlier but was trying to calm down the tiny kitten which was alone at our courtyard.

I tweeted about how one couldn’t order from Red Ninja post 11 pm.

 @RedNinjaExp tweeted back:

@Finelychopped Hi came across ur tweet,Im sorry v cudnt tke ur ordr tnite as our kitchn had already shut.Tomo onwrds v r opn 1130am-1130pm.

Well they were responsive at least.

Soon Bunkin Banu gave us another opportunity to call on Saturday night. I must say that I was impressed by the lady taking the order on phone. She could answer my questions on the menu. Rather rare. In most cases when you call most restaurants here and get guttural answers such as ‘Hunan sauce is brown’, “Singapore noodles has gravy in it’ which make you want to tear your hair.

A look at an earlier tweet from them:

RedNinjaExp Red Ninja Express
Ninja box suggestion: Try our butter garlic chicken with fortune rice,its a super combination and will keep u coming back for more

and memories of the fantastic butter pork my friends at KL had introduced me to along with some suggestions from the lady taking the order and I decided on a ‘Super Box’. Butter garlic chicken (less gravy), burnt garlic rice (her recco, (‘Fortune rice has aniseed’) and pan fried dim sums (folks on twitter had suggested their dim sums) and a 7 UP.

A good deal at Rs 210 (5 USD). Just the rice and chicken was Rs 150 (3 USD) which was not bad too.
The order took which I placed at 1015 pm took. I vented my impatience on twitter after 45 minutes and pat came the reply.

RedNinjaExp Red Ninja Express
@Finelychopped So sorry for the delay,weekends r a bit busy usually..Hope u enjoy ur food :)

The food followed. The chirpy red box was at our door.

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Well, the quantity was just right for one person. The combo order had 3 dim sums that indeed tasted good.

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But there was a problem. The chicken side order was place on the rice and packed into the box. This format could be a problem if, like me, you don’t like your food to be mixed by others. In fact Mr Chow sends their (a bit more expensive) combo meal with the side and mains in two different boxes.

This mixture just wouldn’t work for me. If they have to pack the two into the same box then perhaps a butter paper separating the two might help.

So how was the food? Did it live up to the visions of the butter pork of KL and butter prawns of Malacca?
All I can say is that the chicken was juicy and didn’t tax your teeth.

The rest of my memory of the meal was shrouded in the uneven patches of salt and garlic. A fallout of the sauce splotched on the top of the rice.

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Will I order again?

Perhaps. Even if not enthusiastically. The price works for me. I am starved for good Chinese. I will try to get them to separate the two layers the next time.

And I am a sucker for anything red.

12/7/ 11



Well I did order again from Red Ninja. On a Sunday night. This time my order reached me in half an hour.

After learning my lesson last time I didn’t go for the combo. I ordered for a separate rice and chicken side. It worked.

Gone were the red boxes. Regular aluminium foil. Rs 250 (6 USD). A tad more expensive than the combo and the quantity was too much for the single eater.

But this worked much better tastewise. There was no taste of garlic as such in the burn garlic chicken fried rice but it was fairly well flavoured. With it I ordered an appetiser – chicken in black bean sauce dry. One of the few places here to offer dry black bean dishes.

Well the chicken was extremely tender and pliant and had the signs of being tossed just right in the wok. Genteel and distinguished. A pleasure to eat. The sort of dish you would expect to come out of the wok of a Chinese chef who treats it respect.

I guess there is more to life than exciting packaging.



Tuesday, 28 June 2011

‘The scent of a woman’. San Churro, Bandra

I never know what to say when people ask me what my weekend plans are.

The ‘plan’ is to do nothing. The sort of stuff you yearn for on Mondays.

Then there was that short afternoon nap this Sunday that I woke up from craving for a soft chew chocolate chip cookie. Something so impossible to get at coffee shops here. A craving which led us to San Churro, the branch of the Australian chain, that recently opened at Bandra’s Waterfield Road.

We walked in expecting the Sunday evening hoards. Turned out that one could sit upstairs too. We went up the wooden staircase into the cavernous section. It was packed. Salwar and Safari suit clad uncles and aunties asking for vegetarian sandwiches, specifically paneer ones.Teens decked up in their Sunday smarts asking for eggless pastries. There was a lot of colour and money around and for a moment I thought we were at Cream Centre, the favourite joint of the vegetarian Gujarati community at Mumbai.

Despite the huge crowds there was a certain warmth about the place. Could be the dominant browns in the decor, the warm yellow lighting, little chocolate wisecracks on the walls and tissue papers, the clean loo or the efficient and smiling staff.

Our waiter could answer my questions on what the ‘Spanish latte’ was and what the different chocolate options available to go with the churros (choo-roe-s) were. All of which helped us order well.

They actually did have fudge chocolate cookies here. Sandwiches. Pastries, cheese cakes. And little balls which I thought were petite fours but were chocolates.

I took a picture when a member of the staff came and suggested a better angle. Very different from restaurants which look at you suspiciously, if you take photos. If not bar you.

San Churro IMHO represents the new age spirit of sharing and crowd sourcing. Values you can subscribe to if you are proud of what you serve. A great way to build a brand. Made me regret not carrying my Sony DSLR. The old Sony Cyber Shot, that I carried to be unobtrusive, made me feel like I was carrying a stiletto after a Kalashnikov.

Like I said there were cookies, pastries, shakes, hot chocolates but we had come for coffee and it made sense to have churros at a churros place!

This was not the first time that I was having the dish that has been referred to as Spanish doughnuts or waffles and looks like a Tamillian Murukku. Churros are made with batter shot out from a churros gun into boiling oil. A bit like the way jalebis are made. Ustaad and his ilk don’t use ‘guns’ though when they make their jalebis.

The first time I had churros was at Chocolate Affair at Pali Naka Bandra and then at Vic Market at Melbourne’s (scroll to the bottom of the link)famous Churros van.

The Churros at San Churro were airier and less chewy than both the earlier ones. It paired beautifully with the dark chocolate which I chose over milk and white. As the waiter had assured me, the dark chocolate was not bitter. It was sweet at first but not saccharine sweet. Very noble and restrained. The after taste slightly bitter the way distinguished chocolate is supposed to.

The combination of the churros with the dark chocolate sauce were reminiscent of the intense passions of the tango in The Scent of a Woman. My favourite film of all time. Everything around you went still, your forgot your surroundings as you bit into a churros draped in chocolate sauce. Your senses stirred up in a very raw and unrestrained way. This was pure primal pleasure.

No wonder they have separate servings for kids. This was for grown ups.

The cappuccinos  were frothy and piping hot and passed K’s very high cappuccino standards. And were strong enough for me. The take-away cup design and the sprinkling of chocolate on the foam proudly stating its Australian origins.

The stuff great weekends are made of.

Even if unplanned.

Monday, 27 June 2011

The Bengalis meet the Vikings. Mom’s Scandinavia Diaries, 1975

K: This is the story of my parents and my road trip through Scandinavia. A trip they could apparently make because their son ( ‘K” i.e. me) was ‘not a cranky’ baby. This is the story of an Indian who represented England in an orthopaedic conference. A story of nights spent in the parking lots or at the house of stranger, of grand banquets and French fashion shows, of polar bears and penguins, of my first steps, At Hamlet’s Castle. I was a year old and not in a hurry to start walking.

Mom wrote these stories and got them typed at a cyber cafe at Calcutta. I spent one evening at her favourite spot at Mumbai, Carter Road, doing a loose proofing to check for gross copy errors. The words are her own. My sis in law scanned these photos from our album and sent them to me a while back. This has been with me for a while. Well children never reciprocate with the patience parents show towards them.

I have posted the whole story at one go. So take your time and read it. And do post your comments. My mom looks forward to them. So here goes …

 

Breaking News: An Indian represents England in a conference and plans a road trip

It was the summer of 1975 in the U.K. The cherry blossom trees, in front of our Canterbury house, were in full bloom.

Summer is the ideal time for the Britishers to go on holidays. The whole country, as if, wakes up from hibernation and gets ready for fun and holidaying. We too, like the natives of the U.K. were thinking where to go that summer. The year before we had gone to the Continent. That year we were thinking of going somewhere nearby like Devon and Cornwall.

It was at this time, one evening; K’s dad came home with some very good news. His paper, which he had sent to the committee of World Orthopaedic Congress, had been selected. Not only that, he was to represent Britain in the World Orthopaedic Congress, which was to be held in Copenhagen, Denmark. Out of all the Britishers, an Indian was to represent the U.K. in the world conference! It was the wonder of wonders. Lord Clive would have turned in his grave, if heard about it.

All expenses for K’s dad was to be paid by the British Govt. But not for K and me. But K’s dad said he would take the both of us along with him. To make up for the expenses, he decided to drive down to Copenhagen and other countries in Scandinavia. It was to be a very long drive but as K’s dad drove very well, he did not mind it. At that time we had a green Volkswagen car, which was very sturdy.

With a lot of happiness and enthusiasm, we started getting ready for the unexpected holiday, which was almost like a windfall.

One of the teachers of K’s dad was also to come to the Copenhagen conference with his Anglo Indian wife from Kolkata. He teacher was a world famous Orthopaedic Surgeon .

We coordinated with him. He was to come from Kolkata by plane and we were to drive from the U.K.

We picked our car with our suitcases, a lot of baby food, nappies and a push chair for K as he was only one year old. K was a very happy –go- lucky type of baby and not cranky at all. That’s why we could take him on such long journeys.

We also carried lots of savouries - ‘chanachur’/’dalmut’ - which we got from Indian shops in London for emergencies

We started with our bag and baggage on the designated day. On the way, we halted at a ‘bed and breakfast.’ After that we crossed the English Channel. Once we were outside the U.K., K’s dad started driving with an eye on the road-map. We also stopped at some places and asked for directions. People were very helpful.

As we drove on, we saw many new places and new things. In one place, there was a big traffic jam. We could see an endless queue of cars and other vehicles. I realized that traffic jams were not the monopoly of India only. It was found in ‘modern countries’ too. In the long queue of cars, we met a few Indians who were working there. It was a place near Copenhagen.

There is no place in the world where the Indians do not work!

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Twilight at midnight

By evening, we reached the outskirts of Copenhagen. It was time to stop for the day. But we could not find any accommodation. The hotels, which were available, were beyond our budget. So we decided to stop in a car park. Theses car parks were meant for the convenience of tourists in lieu of nominal charges. There were facilities like toilet, washroom, cafeteria etc. You could even fill the tank of the car with petrol. There were many caravans parked in the parking lot. Many people used to take caravans on holidays as it saved money for accommodation. These caravans were equipped with all the modern amenities like heaters, fridge, wash basin, toilet, bed etc.

After dinner, we went inside our car and reclined the seats. After a while, we fell asleep. I woke up after sometime as there was light all around. I looked at my wrist watch and saw it was only 3 a.m. I thought that my watch had gone wrong. I woke up K’s dad saying it was time to start. He looked at his watch and found that it was only 3 a.m. How could both the watches go wrong at a time? Suddenly I remembered that I had read somewhere that the days are unusually long during summer in the Scandinavian countries. The night, in between, is faintly dark but not exactly dark like at night. That is why at 3 a.m. we thought it was dawn.

The World Orthopaedic Conference at Copenhagen

After sometime, we started for Copenhagen and came in front of the ‘ Bella Centret’, the conference hall . World conferences are still held there.

So at last we were in Copenhagen, the capital of Denmark, The Scandinavian countries consist of Denmark, Sweden, Norway and Iceland. The Scandinavians are known as Vikings, Danes, Sea-robbers, Normans etc.

They conquered Britain in the 11th century. But in the mid seventies of the 20th century,

the people of the Scandinavia seemed to be very modern and good hearted. They were less formal and conservative than the British.

The Indians are very fond of visiting the continent but very few think of going to the Scandinavian countries though they are equally beautiful.

After reaching Copenhagen, we went inside the Bela Centret, the conference hall and took the key of our room. They had arranged for a room for us in the adjacent area. The room belonged to a university student, who had rented it out during summer vacation for some extra income .It had a beautifully polished wooden floor and was very neat and clean. We liked it very much. It was comfortably furnished and had a little kitchen attached to it.

The conference was to last for three days. It was arranged on a very grand scale. The surgeons came from all over the world. Among them were quite a few from India.

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The opening ceremony

In the evening, we went to the Copenhagen Town Hall as the Mayor of Copenhagen was to host a reception party for the doctors. Children were not allowed in the party so they were kept in an adjacent room under the supervision of professional baby-sitters. After much hesitation, we too kept K in the nursery for a short while.

After that we went to the hall which was beautifully decorated. What amazed me most were the huge glass chandeliers in the ceilings. The menu consisted of more than a hundred items. Most were bread based. Bread was in all shapes. Apart from bread, there were the famous Danish cheeses, chicken and other types of meats. The Mayor welcomed everyone and formally declared the conference open.

Sightseeing, ballets & fashion shows

Next morning we went to the conference venue being accompanied by the professor and his Anglo-Indian wife. There were arrangements for sightseeing for the wives while the husbands were busy in the conference. Children were not allowed on the trip. As I did not want to keep K with the baby sitters in an unknown land for such a long time, I stayed back while the professor’s wife went on tour.

During lunch time, on the first day, all of us including the doctors were taken to a nearby hotel for a fashion show. The fashion show was organized by France to sell mink-coats, with furs in the neck and in front. The mink-coats are valued throughout Europe. Even three and a half decades ago, France was the market leader in fashion. I liked the show very much as the beautiful French girls walked on the ramp to show off the mink-coats. To top of it, all of us were given a gift hamper each, consisting of a Christian Dior perfume, a compact powder and a few other things. Prospective buyers were called after the show. Since we were not among them we left for the conference hall.

Nights were also taken care of. They used to show us live performance of Danish ballets. They were the best ballet performances that I had ever seen in my life.

On the second day of the conference, K’s dad became free a bit early. So we decided to go to the sea-beach and see the famous Little Mermaid of Copenhagen. As I had said earlier, the sun set at 10 p.m in summer at Copenhagen so there was no problem seeing it clearly.

At last we reached the sea beach and saw the little mermaid sitting on a huge round shaped stone inside the sea not far from the shore. There were quite a few rocks scattered near the statue. The statue of the Little Mermaid was made of jet black stone.

The mermaid, supposed to be half woman and half fish, was sitting on her fin or folded legs. She sat there bending a little forward. Her face was turned slightly to her right side. Her hair was sculptured in such a way that it looked wet. The little mermaid quietly sat on the stone looking at the shore. It seemed as if the mermaid had been waiting there for ages to meet her merman.

The people of Scandinavian were not only great sailors but also great sculptors. The whole of Scandinavia (especially Stockholm in Sweden and Oslo in Norway) was full of stone statues. They were everywhere - in the gardens, town centres, in front of buildings. They were mostly bare bodied statues of men, women and even children, made of black, white or brown stones. In the U.K. I had not seen so many stone statues. This gave me the impression that the Scandinavians were great sculptors and artists.

The third day of the conference was to conclude with a banquet. But we decided not to attend the banquet as we did not want to keep K with the babysitters at night for such a long time.

K was given a set of Legos by the conference people. He was very happy to get the set.

Most of the doctors went back to their countries. But we decided to stay for one more day and see the important places of Copenhagen.

Copenhagen was very costly as compared to the U.K. Koner was their currency. It was more so for the Indian doctors. We could hear them saying in Hindi, ‘you know, a cup of tea costs Rs100/-!’ (Mind it, this was thirty five years ago)

Next day, at first, we went to the town centre and bought some souvenirs. After that we decided to go to the Copenhagen zoo. Apart from the usual animals, we saw a few polar bears. Polar bears are found in arctic region, which is very cold and full of ice. The polar bears in the zoo were as white as milk. The frail ones were kept on the blocks of ice so that they could acclimatize themselves to the climate of Copenhagen.

I had seen zebras, giraffes and even kangaroos in many zoos but nowhere have I seen polar bears of the polar region.

We also saw some sea birds of the Antarctic region in the zoo. They were penguins. These penguins were kept in a sanctuary near the sea side. These birds used their wings to swim in the water. The interesting thing about them is that they can walk on their toes. When they stand up, they measure four or four and a half feet high. When we went to the sea side, about fifty of them came giggling and running towards us. They looked like toddlers, with huge nappies at their back, coming to greet us on their wobbly feet. It was a wonderful sight.

Next we went to see the Royal Palace of Copenhagen. It was a huge building with a modern look. The colour of the building was dark pink. It had a beautiful, well maintained lush green garden around it. The plants in the fences had pink flowers. Not only that, even the trees had pink flowers . The whole colour tone was pink .I do not know if the colour scheme was coincidental or intentional. But the whole place seemed to be an example of the artistic temperament of the Danes. By sheer coincidence, that day I had put on a Kashmir silk sari with pink flowers printed on it. I got a photograph of myself with the castle at the back. It looked as if I had become one with the surroundings.

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To walk or not to Walk

K’s dad told me that he was going to take me to another castle at Kornberg in Copenhagen. This castle named ‘Helsingor’ was built in the 14th century by a Danish King. Shakespeare immortalized this castle as ‘Elsinore’ in his greatest tragedy ‘Hamlet’. On reaching the castle, I was amazed and thrilled. It sunk in me after sometimes that it was the famous castle of Hamlet, the prince of Denmark.

Our college teacher Prof M.N.Ghosh excelled in teaching Shakespeare and insisted on our reading each and every line of the text. But he did not even spend ten minutes on telling us about the location of Denmark or its distance from England. Showing the map was out of question. But according to the modern theory of education, no subject should be taught in isolation. Each subject should be taught in correlation with other subjects. If Prof Ghosh had correlated the play with its geographical position, the fact that Hamlet’s palace was in Denmark would not have gone out of my mind.

‘Elsinore’ the palace of Hamlet, was very huge and magnificent to look at. There were many tourists around the palace. The story of the ‘to be or not to be’ Prince came rushing to me. I was still dazed.

Baby K made the castle even more memorable to me by taking his first step in the stairs of Hamlet’s castle. K was a bit late in walking. Usually boys walk at the age of eleven months but K walked at the age of twelve months. Maybe he was waiting for Hamlet’s castle to take his first step and make the moment memorable.

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Guests of the kind Swede of Stockholm

Next morning we started for Stockholm, we first went to the city centre. It had some beautiful and modern shops. Swedish flags were flying all around. After some shopping, we went to a coffee shop. It was inside a beautiful garden. There we met a tall Swedish gentleman who was about fifty years old. K’s dad asked him about the important places of Stockholm that one should see. The gentleman told us about the tourist spots. Then he added that he could take us around as he was free that day. We readily agreed.

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First, he took us to the Royal Palace of Stockholm. It was a majestic building. Luckily, at that time the guards were playing on a military band. It was a part of their daily ritual.

After that, he took us to the building, where the Nobel Prize committee’s meetings are held and prizes are awarded. The Swedish people are very proud of their Nobel Prize and rightly so. It was a huge majestic building, made of white marble stone, with tall pillars. In front of the building, there were three very artistic statues.

We saw a market, adjacent to the building, where business was going on as usual .People seemed oblivious of the great building. But it is very natural because they were used to seeing the building every day. However, we considered ourselves very fortunate because we got to see one of the most important buildings of the world.

We stopped at a place to have a quick lunch. In the meanwhile, the Swedish gentleman had shown us quite a few gardens which were very beautiful and well maintained. We also saw many statues of men, women and even animals . These statues were exquisite and built to perfection. They were to be seen to be believed.

In the evening, we went to see the famous Tivoli Park. This was Sweden’s oldest amusement park set up in 1883.

‘Tivoli Park’ means ‘green wood’. As far as I remember, it was a huge park with big trees. Under one big tree, quite a few boys were playing musical instruments. Just like that - to entertain themselves and the tourists..

We also saw a giant wheel, standing vertically, which had many two seater cradles attached to it. It went up down. When we were young, we used to see such things in local fairs. They were called ‘nagor-dola’ (in Bengali) and were made of wood. The one in Tivoli Park was made of steel . Nowadays even in India, we see many sophisticated ferris wheels.

There was also a disc where many people were dancing to the tune of music. It seemed quite crowded.

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As the evening was coming to an end, it was time for us to look for shelter. We could not afford the big hotels as ours was a low budget trip. The smaller ones were all full. We were thinking whether we should go to a parking lot and stay there for the night.

Seeing our predicament, the Swedish gentleman told us that we could stay at his house for the night though his was a bachelor’s den. We were taken aback by his proposal. But after some hesitation, we agreed to go to his house.

Very soon we reached his apartment. We expected it to be a typical bachelor’s flat with things strewn all over the flat. But what we found instead was a very neat, clean and well managed house. He opened the guest room for us. In the meanwhile, he arranged for some milk for baby K. He also took out bread, butter cheese, ham and fruits from the fridge. Then he called us to the dining room and apologized for not providing us with cooked dinner. We thanked him for everything saying it was more than enough for us.

Then we went to sleep. We were very moved by the hospitability of this foreigner. Later, however, I thought how we could stay in an unknown person’s house that night!

His forefathers might well have been sea – robbers. On the other hand, we too could have had some sinister motives. But at that moment, these thoughts did not come to our minds. It was a matter of mutual trust and faith in humanity.

In the morning, he prepared a sumptuous breakfast for us. Milk, bread, butter, cheese, eggs, bacon, sausages, coffee- all were there. After breakfast, we wanted to know where the bathroom was so that we could take bath. But the gentleman said that there was a toilet in the house but no bathroom as he shared ‘community bath’ with others. We were very surprised to hear it. But I later remembered that ‘community bathing’ was in fashion in Europe in early centuries too. In ‘Bath’, a place near London, there used to be a ‘community bath’ near a hot spring.

In West Bengal too, people used to have ‘community bathing’ in villages. There used to be separate ponds for women and men.

After breakfast, we went to the town centre, accompanied by our host. We had some coffee in a shop before leaving for Norway. The gentleman excused himself for a while and came back after sometime with two roses, one blue and one yellow. He presented those two roses to me saying that the colour of the roses represented the colour of the national flag of Sweden. Moreover they matched with my blue printed Kashmiri silk sari that I was wearing that day. It was his way of saying ‘good bye’ to us. We were very much moved by this gesture. Many years have passed since then, I do not even remember his name but the memories of his kindness and friendliness still linger in my mind.

Saying ‘goodbye’ to him, with heavy hearts, we proceeded towards the sea-port to embark on our journey to Oslo in Norway.

After the formalities were over, we boarded the ship. The car was taken inside the ship.

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The beauty of Oslo and Norway

The ship started sailing smoothly. The day was clear and sunny. The sea looked amazingly beautiful. There were many small rocks in the sea. In some stretch, there were small islands. I do not have words to describe the beauty of the sea. It seemed god had bestowed all its kindness on Scandinavia. I was so moved by its beauty that I exclaimed to my fellow passenger that they were very lucky to be born in that beautiful country. I still remember the remark of my fellow passenger. He said that he did not think himself to be very lucky staying in that country as he was used to the beautiful surrounding since his childhood. He did not know the difference between a beautiful place and a plain one

The rocky sea, though looked beautiful during day, posed a great danger to the sailors those days at night especially on a stormy night.

Many ships dashed against the rocks. To save the sailors, many kind hearted rich people tied bells near the rocks so that they rang loudly on stormy nights and warned the boatmen. Nowadays, of course, there are many techniques of warning the ships on stormy men.

Soon after, the ship reached its destination we got off the ship and started waiting for the car to come out of the ship.

Out of curiosity, I went near the shore and found a fascinating scene. The water of the sea was crystal clear. We could clearly see the star fish, jelly fish and other types of fish swimming inside the water. It was a wonderful scene.

After this, we drove for a while and reached the border of Norway. Soon we were in Oslo. Nature was more beautiful here than in other parts of Scandinavia. Beautiful snow-capped mountains, the sea, dense forests everything was there. People were very good-natured and simple. At night, we stayed in a ‘bed and breakfast’. Next day we went to see the’ ship museum’. In this museum, they had preserved the boats and ships of the ancient Scandinavians, who were great sailors as well as sea-robbers. Different parts of the ships e.g. wheels, masts and flags of the wooden ships were preserved very carefully. We got a glimpse of the old Scandinavian culture by looking at the boats and ships.

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Norway is very famous for skiing as its mountains are covered with thick ice during winter. We went to a place where skiing was done. There in the office, we found a board displaying pictures of dignitaries of different countries.

Surprisingly enough, we saw a picture of Pundit Jawaharlal Nehru, India’s 1st Prime Mistier with a foreigner. The Indian connection in such a far off country made us exceedingly happy.

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Oslo is a very beautiful city. The climate was very soothing during summer. It was extremely neat and clean with beautiful buildings all around. It is needless to say that the city was full of statues made with exquisite craftsmanship. In one place we saw the statues of a man, a woman and a child in between them representing a family. We too stood under the statues and had a photograph taken. There were full-fledged statues of men, women as well as animals.

K’s dad went inside a hospital and introduced himself to the doctors. There was beautiful landscape all around. It looked too beautiful to be a hospital.

We stayed in Oslo for one or two more days. Then it was time for us to go back. Nothing eventful happened on our way back. While coming back, we saw beautiful glaciers, snow covered mountains, forests and hamlets, which filled us with happiness.

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Back home

Almost forty years have passed; still I have not forgotten the small rocks jutting out in the sea while going over from Stockholm to Oslo. Nor have I forgotten the tranquil and transparent water of the sea with star-fish and jelly fish swimming in it. I try to recollect those scenes on my “rainy days’.

We returned home, in this case, 3 the Gap, Canterbury, with minds full of happiness as well as a tinge of sadness that always follows a long holiday.

We knew, though, that our next door neighbour Mrs Taylor would be standing at her door to receive us with a smiling face. That was something to look forward to!

Good bye.

R.K

Kolkata

7/6/2011

Sunday, 26 June 2011

Tutorial on buying the Bengali fresh water favourites: Rohu/ Caatla or Hilsa

Caveat: Post some of the comments I must put a disclaimer that the piece and size preferences are mine. Perceptions on cholesterol and fat are relative and are based on what my mom and grandmom told me

I got some nice rohu and ilish (hilsa) from the Khar fish market at Mumbai today.

I was Live tweeting at @finelychopped on what I was looking for as I shopped. Then Roma Abraham asked me on the Finely Chopped Facebook page on tips to buy good Bengali fish.

Here's my answer:


  • Roma Abraham will do.... usually my Dad loves going to buy the fish himself, but I usually like to buy the Bengali fish and love cooking Bong food too. maybe you can give me some tips on how the Bengalis choose their fish... So far I've relied mostly on the fisherman or woman's advise.
    about an hour ago ·

  • Finely Chopped
    I was actually tweeting from the market on buying fish today @finelychopped basically find fish sellers that are crowded. ask them to choose. say you will return if not good. Rohu/ kaatla should be at least 3 kilos plus. If buying part buy the upper half. Ask for square not round pieces. Ilish should be at least 1.5 kg. Without egg is better for any fish. Tastier. You can press fish and see if it bounces back. Flesh shouldn't be yellow. But above all a trustworthy fish seller http://finelychopped-k.blogspot.com/2010/10/harem-intrigues-khar-fish-market-squid.htm
    Hilsa: 1.5 kg plus will have less bones. Go for separate gaada (back, bony), peti (stomach, less bones) pieces. If you have a fish which is 1.3 kg like this then go for 'round' pieces with both gaada and peti


    Rohu: If you are buying a part (cut) of fish then go for the upper half. Less bones, more fleshy. Cut fish is more expensive than the whole one where you take the head and lower half too

    Rohu: Peti or belly pieces. More fat and cholesterol. Less bones. tastier. If the fish is bad then first sign is bitter peti

    Rohu: gaada or back pieces. More bones. Less fat. There are two types of cuts. Round - which pi@#*s me off. I have changed fish sellers who cut it round despite my asking them not to. Or rectangular which is my choice

Saturday, 25 June 2011

Flashback. Saayba, Bandra

I still remember the first time I went there.

I had just moved in to Mumbai. More than a decade back. That night we were three Bongs in search of fish. Former college mate Promita and paying guest mate Biplab da. We were at Saayba which was famous for its fish at Bandra even then. Bemused to see people eat fish with rotis. The dialectics of which just didn’t go down with us rice and fish eating Bongs.

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I was there a couple of days back with Soumik, another Bengali. One of the first friends I made through the blog. Close to five years after my last visit to Saayba. I don’t think I had gone there after I started Finely Chopped.

And this time we didn’t have our fish with rice. We had it with amboli which is probably a Konkani rice based bread. A lot like a thick soft dosa. At Saayba it tasted the way it would if someone’s grand mom had made it. It just had the warm fuzzy feeling to it.

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Lots had changed since my first visit to Saayba. And some hadn’t.

I remember having to queue up every time we would go to this humble family run Konkani sea food restaurant back then. After all these years I still had to stand in a queue. Mid week. In the afternoon. That’s the stuff legends are made of.

On our way out met the busy owners, Mrs Mythali Sawant and her brother Sanjay, who were there supervising everything. Mrs Sawant and her husband started Saayba in 1987. Close to Lucky Biryani, another Bandra landmark at SV Road. On asking I found out that the fare here consisted of Konkani recipes that she had learnt from her mother and her mother in law.

The ambience at Saayba was functional as always. The restaurant was packed. Veteran Hindi film director Shyam Benegal was eating at the next table. Sharing the table with strangers. No hierarchy here. I was tempted to give him my camera and ask him to take our photo. Would have been too cheeky I guess.

The air conditioning a blessing in the heat. The non air conditioned section where K and I used to go in our courting days to save 10 per cent on our sukha mutton and roti bill was now air conditioned too. But closed due to the lack of staff to service the additional section.

There were more vegetarian dishes in the menu now. I remembered a visit many nights back with my first, and only, office ‘gang’. There was only one vegetarian amongst. The rest of us grinned evilly remembering the number of times we had to eat at Crystal, Aswad, Bachelors and other vegetarian places because of her.

Soumik and I started our lunch with drink of sol kadi. This tasted as ‘pure and simple’ as memories of the past always are.

‘Pure and simple’ is a phrase which Anna had used recently in the context of vegetarianism. Ridiculed by us two Bengalis at the table. The accused in the 2 G scam are vegetarian after all.

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Saayba is where I had fallen in love with the melt in mouth Bombay Duck or Bombil fry. The sort of stuff that the epicurean hero of Ian Fleming’s Bond books would appreciate. My brother, who had visited me first at Mumbai as a school kid, reminded me of how he had gorged on Saayba’s Bombay duck fry on that trip. Everyone I introduced it to at Saayba had loved it.

This time, unfortunately, the Bombay Duck fry was too salty and oily. Even a touch of lime couldn’t help it. It was all batter and no fish.

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Well as Po said in Kung Fu Panda 2 “You've got to let go of that stuff from the past because it just doesn't matter . The only thing that matters is what you choose to be now.”  And so we waited for the rest of our meal.

There was the prawn fry masala which my mom fell in love with when I took her to Saayba during her first trip to Mumbai. I think she had it at least five times. I used to pack it and take it for her in my next few trips home.

The masala was still as well balanced. Deep, sober, yet not overpowering.  Soumik was impressed. I could have done with a touch of salt though.

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The prawns though, as it often happens in restaurants at Mumbai, were cooked till they spilt out all the secrets of the sea. A Guantanamo Bay prisoner couldn’t be more tortured, dead and shrivelled. Felt like I was biting into rubber. And no, not the sort associated with porn. Food or any other.

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I wanted Soumik to try a pomfret ‘achari’. I remember the achari preparations at Saayba to be lethal in terms of their heat. Of having a tequila shot like wallop. Even K, who was brought up on a very spicy diet, would buckle down in front of the aachari (pickled) preparation at Saayba. The achari was a masochistic yet memorable taste experience.

Turned out that they had toned down the achari. It didn’t bring tears to my eyes anymore. The taste of ground garlic and green chillies was very aristocratic. It had both Soumik and me silent in awe. Almost as if we had discovered a rare classical music piece.

You took a bite. Ate it. And then felt the balmy heat linger on your tongue.

This dish was special.

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I remember bringing my mother in law to Saayba once. She had fallen in love with it. Among other things I ordered the prawn pulao which won over the heart of my rice loving mom in law that day.

Years later Soumik and I ‘discovered’ the prawn pulao during our lunch. The caramelised onions on top the perfect foil for this chubby little pulao which brought an indulgent smile to our faces.I have no idea how but the long grained basmati rice based West coast prawn pulao reminded us so much of the short grained Gobindo Bhog rice Bengali mishti (sweet) pulao that we had grown up on in the East of India.

Unity in diversity as they say.

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Bourdain says that a good meal is one that gives him ‘pleasure’.

The food at Saayba that afternoon had its highs and the odd lows.

Yet there was more to it.

Seeing people busily eat around me. Content.

Chatting with a friend whom you can tell stuff you won’t blog about and laugh with till your bones ached.

Remembering many meals from the past. The true ‘happy meals’.

Saayba is the sort of place you come to with an agenda. To eat. It does not matter whether you are a noted film director. Or locals who look like politicians. Or are taking photographs and looking like a journalist.

You will be fed. And then expected to vacate the table for those waiting outside. Nothing complicated here.

The lunch at Saayba gave me ‘pleasure’.

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Wine tasting hangover: What didn’t give me pleasure was the wine tasting ‘dinner’ I was invited to at a popular continental restaurant at Bandra that evening. Folks from twitter called in and trussed into a room with poor air conditioning. Given never ending sales lectures on wine with a few plates of stodgy bruschetta, the odd fondue pot with boiled cauliflower and cold green paneer chunks scattered between us. Under cooked kebabs and I got up and left. Swearing never to go to a PR or networking food event again.

When I eat it is for pleasure. Not business.

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