a famine and a biryani

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Archive Posts Tagged ‘awadhi cuisine’ In a time of excess – a famine, and a biryaniFebruary 19, 2011Sanjiv Khamgaonkar1 commentThe Nawabs of Awadh were a decadent lot who spoiled themselves silly luxuriating away the hours and days of their lives in all sorts of indulgences, with nary a thought for their people.The flag of the Nawabs of AwadhDescended from a Persian adventurer called Sadat Khan, who was named Nawab of Awadh in 1732, a dependency of the Mughal Empire, successive generations, in fact all 12 of them, pushed the limits to which profligacy and extravagance could be taken.They were the newest royal family of all the Muslim states at that time, the nouveau riche of the 18th century, the new playboys on the block with pocketfuls of gold coins to throw on whatever they fancied.As the Mughal empire waned, the Nawabs grew stronger and more independent and the need to out-do the Mughals and impress the British became more important than running their kingdom.An English visitor to the court of Awadh wrote, “The style in which this remote colony lived was surprising, it far exceeding even the expense and luxuriousness of Calcutta” the then capital of India.While the Nawabs were lovers of poetry, song, dance and kept large harems, most of the money from their treasury went towards food.The average spend on food in those days would be in the region of Rs 70,000 per month (equivalent to approximately Rs 1,000,000 or US$ 20,835 today), and this did not include the salaries of the vast retinue of cooks who were a highly prized and zealously protected lot during their reign.There were three categories of cooks in the household. The ‘bawarchis’, who cooked food in large quantities; the ‘rakabdars’ who were gourmet chefs and prepared exquisite dishes and meals; and the ‘nanfus’ who made a selection of rotis and breads. There were many ‘rakabdars’ in a household, each specializing in a particular dish or cuisine.An army of assistants and helpers who had specialist roles to perform in the royal kitchens assisted these highly paid and highly regarded cooks. And to supervise them all, a ‘daroga-e-bawarchikhana’ or head of the kitchen would keep an eye on quality and ensured that the Nawabs and their entourage were always happy.It was unwritten law that the Nawabs would sanction whatever quantity of ingredients the cook demanded. No questions were asked nor doubts raised. A popular story goes that Nawab Ghazi-ud-Din slapped his vizier (minister) Agha Meer for reducing the quantity of ghee (clarified butter) used by the cook in preparing parathas. The nawab was no fool. He said that even if the cook pilfered some ghee, so what? The parathas he made were excellent, while “You rob the whole monarchy and think nothing of it.”The British, already impressed with the lavishness of the Mughals, were flabbergasted by the Nawabs excessiveness. An officer of the East India Company noted in his diary, “They kept a table which, both in appointments and in the fare provided, could vie with any belonging to men of rank in England. There were three separate dishes provided for each course. That at the upper end of the table was cooked by an English cook; that in the centre by an Indian; and that at the lower end was prepared by a French chef”.A typical everyday ‘dastarkhwan’ or spread of food in Awadh would not be complete unless it had the following dishes:Korma (braised meat in thick gravy), salan (a gravy dish of meat or vegetable), kheema (minced meat), kebabs (pounded meat fried or roasted over a charcoal fire), bhujia (cooked vegetables), dal (lentils), pasinda (fried slivers of very tender meat, usually kid, in gravy), rice cooked with meat in the form of a pulao, chulao (fried rice) or served plain. There would also be a variety of rotis. Deserts comprise gullati (rice pudding), kheer (milk sweetened and boiled with whole rice to a thick consistency), sheer brunj, (a rich, sweet rice dish boiled in milk), muzaffar (vermicelli fried in ghee and garnished with saffron).The menu changed seasonally and with the festivals. In the winters, paya (trotters), meat koftas and kidneys were favoured along with birds like partridge and quail. In the spring and summer, they included fish in their diets.Biryani, as a dish, did not feature on the menu of the Nawabs for a little more than half a century into their reign. It took a famine for it to be recognized as a dish worthy of a Nawab’s table.Dum Gosht Biryani from Kakori House1784. A prolonged dry and dusty period befalls Awadh. The plains heat up and the rivers dry into small polluted streams. Even the nobility fall on hard times. And all this pains the 4th Nawab of Awadh.Asaf-ud-Daula, besides being a man of exceptional taste and a connoisseur of fine food, was known more for his generosity. As a famine relief measure, he ordered the construction of the Bara Imambara and splashed out more than a million pounds on it. It still remains one of the grandest buildings in modern day Lucknow.Legend has it that it was destroyed every evening and rebuilt the next day so that more people could be employed. The nobles, to protect their position in society did no work but were quietly paid when night fell and neither was their identity revealed nor was it asked.To feed this army of construction workers, large cauldrons were filled with rice, meat and vegetables, sealed and slow cooked for hours to create a one-dish meal.One day on his rounds, Nawab Asaf-ud-Daula caught a whiff of the aroma emanating from these cauldrons and immediately instructed his royal cooks to serve the dish. After a bit of tweaking, it began gracing his table. The rest, they say, is history.Nawab Asaf-ud-Daula discovered the 'dum' style of cooking and then patronized it‘Dum’ or cooking off the steam, is an elaborate method that involves cooking a combination of ingredients over a slow fire in a large bottomed vessel, which is sealed with dough to allow the contents to cook in their own juices. This process allows the spices and the meat to release their flavors gently and retain their natural aromas.The Lucknow or Awadh biryani is a ‘pakki’ biryani, where cooked meat in special spices is layered over cooked rice and then sealed and given ‘dum’. The Hyderabad biryani is a ‘kucchi’ biryani, where raw meat and rice are combined with spices and then given a ‘dum’.In Mumbai, two restaurants serve you an authentic Lucknow style biryani. You can unravel the mystique of the Nawabs either at Dum Pukht/ITC Maratha (+91 22 28303030) or at Kakori House (+91 22 65229211). An enjoyable meal fit for the Nawabs it would certainly be.At the end of Asaf-ud-Daula‘s reign, his grand construction spree emptied out his treasury. He died a poorer man. But his kingdom was enriched by his biryani.Categories: FoodTags: 18th century india, awadhi cuisine, british india, dum biryani, east india company, lucknow biryani, mumbai food, nawabs of awadh, sanjiv khamgaonkarThe ‘Insulted’ Nawab vs. The ‘Toothless’ NawabDecember 12, 2010Sanjiv KhamgaonkarLeave a commentKebab shootout at Kakori HouseAt Kakori House, the idea is to bring Awadhi food out of the confines of five star environments and into the mainstream, without compromising on the quality and authenticity of the cuisine. And Ishtiyaque Qureshi, chef-owner with an impressive lineage, does a good job with this new brainchild of his.The Mahim outlet in Mumbai is his first ‘sit-down’ offering, the other at Bandra is a take-away. Ignore the size (it’s small) and interiors (I’m not a great fan of it), but focus on the food, that’s where he excels.But before I get into the kebab shootout, a word on the Awadhi style of cooking, just so that you know what to expect. Here’s a quote, straight from Wikipedia:As opposed to conventional thought, Awadhi food does not make use of hundred-odd spices to produce each dish but a blend of handful but not so common spices. The truth lies in the manner in which the food is cooked on a slow fire. This process allows the juices to be absorbed well into the solid parts. All nutrients are retained in the food through this process. In addition to the major process of cooking food in Awadhi style, there are also other important processes such as marinating meats in order to produce a delightful taste. This is especially the case with barbecued food that might be cooked in a clay oven or over an open fire.Sweet, rich and full of flavour, Awadhi cuisine is ‘shahi’, or made for royalty. The use of saffron, cardamom, jawetri (nutmeg flour) and nuts is common. But back to the shootout.I wanted to pit two of the signature Awadhi kebabs against each other. One created by an ‘insulted’ Nawab, the other by a ‘toothless’ one. The kakori kebab vs. the galawati. Here’s how they fared at Kakori House.Galawati kebabs - the 'toothless' Nawab's creationThe galawati or galoutiLegend has it that the galawati kebab was created for an aging Nawab Wajid Ali Shah of Lucknow who lost his teeth, but not his passion for meat dishes.‘Galawati’ means “melt in your mouth” and was perfect for the toothless Nawab who continued savouring this until his last days.Traditionally, green papaya is used to make it tender. After being mixed with a few select herbs and spices (great chefs rarely reveal what they are exactly), the very finely ground meat is shaped into patties and fried in pure ghee until they are browned.The original recipe that brought many a smile on the Nawab’s face, albeit toothless, and many a sigh of satisfaction, is supposed to have more than 100 aromatic spices.The galawatis served at Kakori House are soft, flavourful and delicate. You feel you are eating meat yet it yields in the mouth, which is a wonderful thing. You can eat it all by itself and let the rich taste engulf you or use a roti.And that’s my biggest grouse at Kakori House. They don’t get it that I’m not toothless. I don’t want to have soft rotis, however refined they may be, with soft meat. Give me a crisp roti any day. That would, for me, make it perfect.Kakori kebabs - the 'insulted' Nawab's revengeThe kakoriThere is much folklore about this famous kebab that takes its name from a small hamlet called Kakori on the outskirts of Lucknow.One such story says that the kakori kebab was created by the Nawab of Kakori, Syed Mohammad Haider Kazmi, who, stung by the remark of a British officer about the coarse texture of the kebabs served at dinner, ordered his rakabdars (gourmet cooks) to evolve a more refined seekh kebab.After ten days of research, they came up with a kebab so soft and so juicy it won the praise of the very British officer who had scorned the Nawab.The winning formula his rakabdars came upon included mince obtained from no other part but the raan ki machhli (tendon of the leg of mutton), khoya, white pepper and a mix of powdered spices.I didn’t get to find out the exact recipe Kakori House uses, but the kakori kebabs were so soft that, and being used to firmer seekh kebabs, it was difficult to pick them off the plate. They are very aromatic and have a strong saffron note to them.I would prefer to eat it with a crisp roti, but none is available here, and that is indeed tragic.The ‘toothless’ Nawab prevailsFar away from Lucknow, the Nawabs creations live on in splendid form at Kakori House. But my personal favourite remains the ‘toothless’ Nawab’s galawati, the meatier tasting one. However, the rotis is where they go completely wrong at Kakori House. And that is a big let down because rotis are an intrinsic part of the kebab experience. Ishtiyaque Qureshi, I hope you are listening.Kakori House, Shiv Sagar Society, Opp. Paradise Cinema, Lady Jamshedjee Road, Mahim. Tel: +91 (22) 65229211. Open daily Noon – Midnight. Takeaway at Bandra. Tel: +91 (22) 65109211. 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memories and more 2

i still remember srilanka as though it was just yesterday.the memories of that beautiful place still seem so vivid.i remember for me it was love at first sight.our tour guides were just 2 rather odd looking boys picked quite randomly at the airport.the 4 wheeler was very spacious and the ride to our guest house very humid.
upon arrival at the guest house our host Mr and Mrs mendes greeted us with a wonderful traditional Buddhist welcome and some chilled king coconut water.

the following weeks spent in srilanka were awesome.we visited galle.the picturesque hill station of Kandy,ever bustling city Colombo and many of the unfortunate tsunami struck islands.
there is so much to share about that holiday,but i don't have enough words to really capture my emotions.so here i would conclude this experience with feelings of joy.nostalgia and hope that someday i could go back with family to yet another beautiful destination!

memories and more

as we grow older life manifests and unfolds in front of us in so many different ways.we meet new people along our life journey,gather new experiences both pleasent and unpleasent.but not only do we gain but loose just as much.this is talking from personal experience though!it could be the opposite for most of you.anyway coming back to my topic in question i suddenly have been feeling quite nostalgic the past month.i guess it all started when mom and dad left back home for dubai.alone well almost{as my bro lives here in england with me}leaving me with a cold and empty feeling.even literally!the journey back from the airport was strange yet pleasent.the weeks following brought along with them different challenges and very little joys.thus making me nostalgic of the wonderful past.let me start with my teenage years.only because i remember them still very clearly.our wonderful summer holidays as a family.i remember the spontaneous decisions made on the destination of travel.mostly we would love going home to bombay.during which we would go to goa to trace back our roots!even though travel today has become convenient and even inexpensive courtesy some low cost carriers i do miss good old paolo coaches.they were not your 5 star coaches,but yet did offer that service.ofcourse for the extra rupee!mom dad annie me and anthony.the journey was exhausting.but our destination always made it worth while.we usually came across land slides,road blocks ,curfews and ofcourse the ever mighty monsoons.the people we met along on our bus ride still hold a special place in my heart.even today.on our arrival at my uncles villa we were ever so exhausted.yet not so much for a game of carrom.and ofcourse an exhilerating bike ride with my cousin on his hero honda along goas charmin paddy fields.even now sometimes i can remember closing my eyes taking in the scent of raw wet earth!the best scent ever!our nights filled with the ever so delicious goan portugese cuisine,port wine and a card game.after goa we would return home to grandma in bombay.the hustle and bustle of bombay would instantly remind us of what we were missing in tranquil goa.yet bombay has and had a charm of its own.my grandma lived in a pretty catholic colony formerly made as army barracks during the british raj to accomodate the british soldiers.post 1947 they were converted into homes.we lived in a wonderful block with wonderful neighbours.as soon as we got home i remember rushing to meet my friends in the next block.just waiting to narrate my memories.

in the following years we traveled to India ,where we took trips to kerala,and of course Jaipur since my parents hold deep sentiments towards sai baba the patron saint of Ajmer.
later in the years we traveled to Russia,Scandinavia,the Mediterranean and Srilanka.

its getting late friends but i will continue to share my memories and more after my beauty sleep.see you tomorrow morning!good night.

is beauty really skin deep?

You don't love a woman because she is beautiful, but she is beautiful because you love her”a famous quote read by a lot of people but not really understood.so what is beauty.is it what we find visually appealing,for eg the most common conception.big beautiful eyes,a beautiful set of pristine white teeth,accompanied by a gorgeous smile,lustrous hair and not to forget a flawless complexion!these are in fact the worlds expectations from one another since times immemorial.depressing!i know.yet imperative in today's society.be it in the professional front or personal.we usually tend to blame media on a lot of our issues.but what is the media?isn't it a part of our own creation..the public or layman as we call ourselves.medias role is nothing but adhering to our needs.don't we want to see beautiful people on screen.so that we could feel good.or perhaps aspire to look like them.all right maybe that's a slight exaggeration for some of us but i have come across a lot of people who have become slaves to television and fashion magazines.lets come a little closer to home now.men and women,husbands and wives etc etc.don't we all make unnecessary demands on one another.do we actually just fall in love at first sight based on someones qualities.of course not.i do agree that to a certain level physical appeal would matter.i would be lying trough my teeth if i said no it did not.but where do we draw the line.im not tall.in fact i measure 4 feet 12 inches.im not a supermodel.i have flaws.like everyone else.having said that im sure a lot of the famously known supermodels feel the exact same way!which only goes to prove that we are all imperfect.and i think that is what makes life so interesting!i personally think perfection is boring!my husband thinks im the ugliest person ever created.he calls me a midget although midgets have smaller legs then mine!but he ends it all usually with the smartest one liner.i was just joking!well over the years ive grown accustomed to these nasty remarks and do take them as joke as he says they just are.but then its only natural to have a little doubt.isn't it.to look at yourself in the mirror when you wake up in the morning and think am i really ugly.to look for high-heels{preferably jimmy choo}on the internet.to make sure your face and skin look flawless.to wonder just why you don't look like a Hollywood or Bollywood superstar!because only then you fit in!

if you look at matrimonial ads you will often come across this famous advertisement.here is how it goes
40 plus male seeks a 20-35 female.must be of fair complexion,long black hair,must be at least 5 11 in height and must be highly qualified.and the extras now.must be able to cook and have strong family values.
now this was a typical Asian matrimonial advert.the rules though are comparably relaxed in a western matrimonial site.

im not however speaking just from a female point of view.i know that women too demand perfection from men.not as much though!

well i guess our quest for beauty will never end.whoever said beauty is skin deep definitely hasn't met my husband!

incredible india

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BGyoJI9-qDw

lorraines truth

In conducting ourdaily affairs, we are often tempted to find safety in numbers. If we are indecisive, we side with the majority, reasoning that if so many people believe something, it must be true. But, truth is not elected democratically. In simplest terms, democracy means that the majority has a right to decide. So, democracy is nothing more than a fair system of governance in absence of a better alternative. But to think of it as a barometer of truth is a blunder. The truth is that the ‘majority’ has nothing to do with truth.so what exactly is the truth?is it what we hear or see.or perhaps what we bielieve is true in our hearts.so instead of siding with the majority and exercising too much of political correctness lets just stand for the truth!

the good,the bad and the insane!

how can u spot an evil person.oh if i could do that just as easily as i could cook a very exotic delicious Thai green chicken curry i would probably have been a happier person !or do we all not wish that.ive grown up believing that there are only 2 kinds of people in this world.my mother would always tell me while growing up.the ones that do good deeds and the ones that commit evil acts.but here and then i met the third kind!the insane.and anti social twisted types.the ones that drive you nuts.the ones that play sinister games.that run an evil twisted show behind the scenes!these my dear friends don't live in special homes.as a matter of fact they live with you.they could be your very ordinary next door neighbors Mr and Mrs xyz,or the cashier at your local supermarket,or the boy that waits on you at your fav seafood restaurant every-time you pay a visit.or perhaps someone closer!now the trick is not in dealing with these evil insane species that plague our world .the trick is in spotting them out.heres an idea that could help?or maybe not.

now besides having a strange negative aura the evil ones have a very special physical distinction?
Here is how you spot evil in a person’s eyes. This is barring some genetic abnormality, like a clubbed foot.

Lets say that you want to know if the people you connect or in this case have to connect with are evil. There are several key indicators. If they chop you up into tiny little pieces and then eat you this is not a good sign. Before this happens, find a picture of them taken face on with them looking right into the camera. Start by looking at their left eye. Then look at their right eye. In the case of the nice person, both eyes are in the center of the eyeball and focusing right on you. In the case of the not so nice person one eye may be a bit off center and looking out to the side. In the case of the truly evil person both eyes are in the far corner of the eye looking sideways. This is called snake eyes.

so was that helpful friends?allright heres another tip.evil people ruin your plans.they wait.they stalk you.silently lurking in the dark.then when your not aware they attack.and there goes.all your wonderful plans down the gutter of ruined hopes and dreams.they are masters of great disguises.seductive ,yet ugly.someone said that the devil holds immense physical charm.but my evil ones were and are not so pretty i must say!they stink.like rotting corpses.evil people lie constantly and endlessly. Their lies and threats are obvious baloney, but they are designed to confuse you and make you doubt yourself so that you will give them power over you. This is an effective tool and has led to numerous of the most evil human beings ever grabbing immense political power over millions of willing followers. Adolf Hitler is an excellent example.

Normally humans have built in radar against evil people. When you are in the presence of an evil person you will get a shaky creepy feeling and want to run for your life. When you are in the presence of an angel person you will feel a warm glow.

well i must call it a night now folks.and till we meet again be safe and lock your doors and windows just incase the evil one appears!