I can never have enough of Britannia little hearts. No matter how many packets I could lay my hands on, I always felt why the hell are they so less. And, after coming to Stockholm, I have been totally deprived of my addictive sugar cookies. I have been craving for and wanted them by hook or by crook. Finally, my continuous search on the Internet yielded fruits. Saw a post with something similar on Pinterest and here I am with the little hearts from my own kitchen.
This is a toast to my love for olives and cheese.
I like olives and I absolutely love cheese. Anything that has cheese attracts me. Any recipe that mentions cheese is more interesting for me to try. All my friends are well aware of how to make me gain weight 😛
Enough of the cheese music, now lets get onto what I did with cheese 🙂 I saw this pin on pinterest, which had the best of two worlds – cheese and olives. And, I decided right away that I am going to try this one for sure. I had that image printed on my mind.
Finally, today when I stopped by the cheese aisle to pick some hard cheese, I picked cream cheese too. Then, I moved further and saw the kalamata olives. Till date, I tried usual black and green olives, but not the Kalamata variety. Wanted to taste the difference, so off they went in my shopping cart.
And, then started the magic. It literally is a magic finger food. It is creamy, salty, bright, and yummy. I don’t know what to call these, so I named them as Fetolivas – Feta wrapped olives.
I have been trying my hands at a lot of new things lately. Especially, the recipes that call for use of oven. When I was coming to Stockholm, I promised myself to practice baking to an extent where my husband is convinced to buy me an oven when we are back in India. That was a smart strategy, isn’t it?
So, in my hit list, I had one item that bakers make in the initial years of baking, a cake! But, somehow, I couldn’t gather enough courage to make one. Finally, I got determined to bake a cake yesterday. But, the typical me would not be happy with usual stuff. I crave for unique. So, I needed a recipe that was easy and unique. Suddenly, I recalled the tea cake that my boss made for fika (a term used in Sweden for coffee with cake) once. Well, I now knew what to bake. And, here I am with my first ever attempt at cake, err Eggless Irish Tea Brack.
Oh! I forgot to mention, I made it with Whole Wheat Flour 🙂
I grew up having Chhole Bhature from an famous shop in my hometown. It used be our Sunday brunch at least once a month. Every time Dad and I went to the shop to buy Chhole Bhature, Pinki uncle (the shopkeeper) would give us gulab jamuns while we wait for his assistants to make fresh bhaturas and pack for us. Those memories are still afresh in my mind and the taste alive on my tongue. I don’t think I will ever be able to replicate that taste, for it was not just the magic of special hands and masalas, but also the pleasant smile of Pinki uncle and the drive to the shop with Dad. Well, some things needn’t be replicated, they are only meant to be cherished as memories. Nevertheless, I tried my hands on chhole bhature. Here is what I did:
Simple, quick, desi, lip smacking, delicious, etc, etc. I can add as many adjectives to this humble dish. It was never on my hit list until I made it once for Abhishek. And, voila he loved it. And, this is my brahamstra to please him. He is angry? Make aloo poori. He is depressed? make aloo poori, he is busy and not listening, make aloo poori…ha ha..the list is endless. And, the best part is he never gets bored of it and I can make it in a jiffy.
I and Abhishek love Gajar ka Halwa, we can literally have it any day. But, good carrots are not available all the year round. So what! Beetroots are 🙂 What started as a mere experiment, became our all time favorite. You won’t believe, my sweet jawed husband likes it even more than the gajar ka halwa now.
Have you ever tried a dish with raw mustard oil and garlic? I never did before I got married. It was after i got married that I started my experiments with different cuisines, both to satisfy my taste buds and to impress my husband. He, being from the eastern side of the country, enjoys the local food much more than any exotic dish. Would you believe that even though we had known each other for 6 years before marriage and were quite comfortable with each other, he never demanded any special dish. I had to coax him to tell me what he wants to eat; something different, something special. And, he is such a simple person that he asked (very politely with least expectations; or may be he was doubtful of my culinary skills ;)) for the desi food he had back in his home town. And, so I began searching for recipes online, tweaked them to what he told me from his best food memories and came up with my own version of Litti Chokha. The low fat, baked littis with the rustic chokha.