Last night, my cook had made an incredibly simple, yet tasty stew. It was light and buttery, and the vegetables had been done to perfection. I just loved the onions – which were so tender that they were actually melting in the mouth. The carrots and cauliflower flowerets were still crisp but the stew had seeped into them good and proper, so they were actually juicy. But the biggest surprise were the string beans. They were farm-fresh and had been snapped by hand for the stew. This, my cook tells me, is what makes all the difference – to not use metal while slicing up certain kinds of vegetables. The beans had a hint of sweetness. Through the light, lemon-grass and clove flavoured gravy, I could actually taste the light crunchiness of the beans.
I ate the stew with steaming, hot rice. Then I died and stayed up on cloud nine until this morning.
7 comments:
Wow! That's all I can say
*drool*
:-D
I know!! i wonder when he'll make it again!
Its an unfair world. My cook specializes in making barely-edible stuff and I end up experimenting with my culinary skills (which when stretched to the utmost can make me a decent cup of tea and an egg sunny side up.
hey aries,
in that case, next time you are in bombay, come over. :-)
i want too!!! on another note, want to tell you about mausi (my sweet old maid) the other day she had her fingers smashed on our front door... bled like crazy... miku rushed her to the hospital... she needed stitches and all. now we take her for regular dressing and i do the cooking :(
anumita
oh god! anumita! I am so sorry! sheesh, how is she recovering now? she is very sweet! in fact, i miss her khichdi sometimes. it must be hectic for you...
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