Officially Lost My Mind

I have officially lost my mind.

But it's really all Amy's fault. You might remember her as the Old Soap Crone from this post. I happened to check in on her today and found that she has suddenly become prolific, like another Denver blogger whose blog I love to read. What was going on here?! Two related yet different events. Kitt's into NaBloPoMo, while Amy's hosting NaBloWriMo. All roads lead to NaNoWriMo, which is an annual (November) novel writing project that brings together professional and amateur writers from all over the world.

These acronyms, if they can be called that, remind me of Crooked Man. He washed cars for a lot of people in our building, as well as in the area, way back in the 70s. He would complain about having to spend extra time on our car. My Dad always parked it under a tree, to make the most of the shade in the concrete jungle that was Colaba. What else would one do with a black car? I even remember the licence plate. BMH 4126. A black Fiat. Crooked Man would say in choice Bumbaiyya Hindi, even though he knew he could communicate better in Marathi with my family: Kayko udhar gaadi park kartay. Udhar kavva hagtay. The joke is pretty much lost if I translate it. You need to know at least some Marathi and some Hindi to appreciate it. But for the benefit of those who don't know either or just know one: Why do you park there? The crow poops there. Not very funny anymore. Well, he washed my cousins' car, too. Four mean, very mean boys who have all grown up into handsome, loving men. How that transformation occurred, we still don't know. They called him LoPoSloMo, short for Lower Portion Slow Motion.

Now that I read over it, none of this is very nice. But as kids we didn't realize we were being mean. And that here was a lonely man, trying to make a living from washing our cars.

So, almost as if in penance, I have to blog everyday through October, and I thought Amy might forgive me 10 days worth of posts, for being a late starter. But, no! She's greedy and wants me to write 31 posts through the month! And I said yes. OK, I asked for it!

I have officially lost my mind.

Let me Out of Here!

Holy Bananas! It's the Big Four Oh!

Yes, that's me! And that was 39 years ago. I hit the big-four-oh today and I am on a new high. At least I think I am. I have to be, especially after going through a long period of "just what have I achieved in my life so far" and "where am I headed." I would be lying if I said I have things under control and that I know where I stand! My life did not pan out the way I thought it would. I was never quite the size 1 lissome supermodel, nor the powerful and intellectual CEO of a company that changed the world, nor did I ever become a Nobel Laureate. Actually, no-one's ever heard of me. And I don't mind because I don't think I have it in me to bear the burden for others, to shine the guiding light and carve the path ahead. I do have my sphere of influence where, no matter what, I know that I make a difference.

I dug out some of the very few pictures I have of my childhood cos I am in a sepia kind of mood. My parents used to kid me that this young man was my first love. The next two pictures are taken in Kolhapur, Maharashtra. I was not quite 2 years old.


I don't remember the cutie's name but it's pretty obvious that he didn't much care for me! Heartbreak at two! Cruel, cruel life!


This picture below was taken in Bombay, now Mumbai. Didn't everyone have a papier-mâché model of the mascot of Air-India? Almost everyone I knew had a relative in Air-India. And almost everyone had the Maharajah taking a deep bow on one of their bookcases.


And that transistor radio! I loved to fiddle with the big knob that changed the stations. Was there any other radio station besides All India Radio with their Vividh Bharati service at that time? Does anyone know or remember? It was just one of those tangential thoughts that arose through all this introspection I have been doing.

My conversation with Medha last evening was very interesting. I told her that it was probably the last day of the first half of my life. She started negotiating with me - maybe it's the last day of the first third or better still, the first quarter of my life - as though I had some control over it all. When I told her I didn't want to live that long, she said she never wanted to have to do without me. But, I pressed on, there would and should come a time when she will not need me anymore. She thought a while in deep silence, her brow furrowed, and then said, "Mumma, I may not need you but I will want you!"

Sweet! That is where I want to be. Wanted more than needed. If we ever get there, it means that there will be at least one job that I will have done well.

I am quite sure that today will be a normal / business-as-usual kind of a day. But it is an important milestone. Technically I am 'over the hill' but, as my friends tell me, there is a whole new life on the other side. I certainly hope so!

We don't have plans for today except to make Glazed Bananas with Ice cream for dessert. The rest of the day will pan out just as life has, moment by moment and no regrets.

Glazed Bananas with Ice Cream


  • 1 tbsp butter
  • 1/4 cup dark brown sugar
  • 1/4 tsp cinnamon
  • 1/4 cup orange juice, preferably fresh
  • 3 bananas
  • Vanilla ice cream to serve a la mode
  1. Heat butter in a small skillet until melted.
  2. Add brown sugar, cinnamon and orange juice and cook till it simmers. Stir frequently.
  3. Cut bananas in half lengthwise and then cut into 1 inch pieces.
  4. Add bananas to the juice mixture and cook for 3-5 minutes, turning as needed to coat the bananas well with the mixture.
  5. Serve hot over ice-cream.

This is a really simple dessert that is out-of-this-world delicious. My brother-in-law served it to us when we visited them earlier this summer. It was the perfect antidote to the Goa Prawn Masala that had us on fire. He said it was a recipe from a local newspaper.

I don't have a picture for you because Medha and I will be making this later tonight. If I take a picture, I will update this post with it. If not, just imagine the flavors as you know them all very well and feel the warm bananas in your mouth as it mingles with the chill of the ice-cream.

I know my day will be great! I hope yours is, too! Just don't ask me for pearls of wisdom. I am only turning 40. Not 80!

Update: And here is the picture, as promised:


It was very difficult to take a picture of this dessert. I did not chill the bowls and when warm glazed bananas met cold slow-churned vanilla ice-cream, I was looking at a white pool of ice-cream! But this was a wonderful treat and a great way to celebrate on a schoolnight.

I am sending this to Mandira, the warm and gracious host for JFI: Bananas.

Eklavya for the Oscars and weekendsy things

I was thrilled beyond words to read that Eklavya was selected as India's official entry for the Oscars. Woohoo! for my friends at Animagic India.

Of course, like everything else, there is a controversy behind the selection that reached the Bombay High Court. Sigh!

Here's my post on Eklavya and the talented team at Animagic, if you missed it earlier.

I saw my first owl last weekend, perched on my neighbor's roof. A couple of my neighbors were over for dinner and we were enjoying the failing light of an early fall day on my patio, when it swooped over us and onto the neighbor's roof. What were we eating, you say? A simple dinner: a version of my spring salad (yes, I know it's fall!), turkey kheema with store bought roghani naan, Gujarati dal with steamed rice with a smidgeon of ghee. For dessert, we had assorted cheesecakes from the Cheesecake Factory. The owl was enormous and unfortunately it was not there long enough for me to take a picture. It was gone by the time we whispered loudly to the children to come out and take a look. It made the evening special for all of us!

Talking of pictures, the ever-enterprising duo Jai and Bee have come up with a monthly event called Click! - a themed photography event. The theme for the month of October is Eggs! So I decided to crack it a bit since I am finally on a high, after a long period of being and feeling low.



More about High Key - Cracked Egg on my Inner Lens. Go on! Click through and see if you can figure out how I made the egg stand.

Hope your second weekend of fall is going as well as mine!

IFR Quick Fix: Patal Bhaji

I know what you are thinking: she accepted the Schmooze award and promptly did an about turn and became an UnSchmoozer. Well, not true. If I had hogged the Schmooze Award, polished it, displayed it, gloated over it and then morphed into a turncoat, some of that earlier statement might be true. But I shared it with a go forth and multiply attitude. And multiply, it did!

This pesky thing called life has been very hectic on all fronts. If there was an overflow:delete command, my trigger finger would have been poised over it at all times. So, to those of you who have visited my blog in the last few weeks and left comments, I offer you my most sincere apologies. I have read all your comments and I hope to catch up with you, here and on your blogs, in the weeks to come.

Since all work, dishes, laundry and no play makes Manisha a sad girl, we made a quick dash to Moab, Utah and stared in awe at glorious arches, buttes and canyons in Arches National Park, Dead Horse Point State Park and Canyonlands National Park, along with ancient petroglyphs. We almost rented a Jeep Wrangler for some off-roading and jeeping but destiny decreed otherwise. The person who rented it before us smashed it up by taking a stock vehicle on the toughest 4-wheel trail in Moab. All we would have done was Shafer Trail to see the Colorado River gooseneck through Canyonlands. It was all very well as Medha's cold gripped her left nose as well as her right nose - yes, she has several of that appendage - and she even ran a fever later that day.

This short getaway was full of fun. And even though it was too-darned-hot, I had to have lots and lots of tea. Iced tea would have been just dandy but the timing of Salubri-tea could not have been worse. It came too late! That, too, when we were huddling under blankets and putting panes back into our windows instead of at a time when sunshine was in abundant supply, in Utah! You see, no matter what, I always take my 10 year old trusted tea-ball with me whenever I am travelling. That, and my tea leaves.


This time, I even carried limes that I had on hand and some sugar. We had delicious nimboo-pani (limeade) at the end of each day in Utah. Sure beats drinking stuff out of a can or a bottle!

In India, my hair dryer was my never-fail companion. In the US, it has always been my tea-ball and tea leaves. In 1997, when we drove across the US and back, I carried tea bags. Towards the end of that trip, I found my tea-ball and it's been with me ever since. So attached am I to it, that I thought I had left it behind in Canada in July and was rather morose for days till my husband found it tucked away in the khauchi pishvi. Life was just peachy again!

Is there any must-have that you take along with you when you travel?

In other news, this weekend we are going on our annual neighborhood camping trip to listen to the elks bugle and watch their rut. It's quite an amazing experience to hear that high-pitched call emanate from a hulking bull with even larger antlers perched on his head! Elk cows and calves invariably traipse through the campgrounds and we get a real up-close and personal experience. Some elks take it a step further. Residents of Estes Park had to recently deal with an elk that decided to take on a swing, instead of another bull! Don't miss the images that go with the story.

Since we haven't seen or heard from our tent after our camping trip a year ago, we opened it up and camped in our backyard on Saturday night. Urban camping rocks, I tell you! Drink water and beer with abandon for a toilet with running water is just a few steps away. Cold? Run inside and grab a comforter and another beer, too! Just because!


That's Medha trying to be scary. And the light inside? It's what made this campout in the backyard even more über. We had long - and I mean really long - extension cords going from the patio to the tent and we had a bedside lamp in the tent. Its glow reflected off our faces while we had a blast playing rummy late into the night. And since it was a cool night with temperatures in the mid-forties, we slept in and woke up quite refreshed. So refreshed that I even thought of cooking instead of just putting things together. I had some lovely organic red chard and after that cool night, a patal bhaji was what my soul yearned for. But with such gorgeous weather, I did not want to toil over the stove so I took the easy way out and made my Quick Fix Patal Bhaji.

If you are a purist or believe that things must be cooked in a certain way only, then stop reading now! I believe that cooking is constantly evolving. There is no one way of doing things. Doing something a little differently does not make a dish less authentic. If I had all the time in the world and all the inclination, I might do things the way my grandmothers did. And if you're thinking, "But this is not how patal bhaji is made!" Well, my answer to you is: It's how I make it.

Patal Bhaji (paht-tull bhah-gee) is a Maharashtrian dish that is essentially veggies or greens in a coconut sauce. Usually there is an accompanying dal that gives the sauce some extra body. In our family, we make patal bhaji just with whole masoor (red lentils), no veggies or greens. The main seasoning is usually kala masala but since I am all out and too lazy to make my own, I grind my own masala just prior to making patal bhaji. It's a breeze and goes from stove to table in 30 minutes or thereabouts.

Patal Bhaji with Chard



  • 1 bunch chard, chopped including the stems
  • 2 tbsp oil
  • 1/4 tsp mustard seeds
  • pinch asafetida
  • 1 dried red chilli, broken into two pieces
  • 1/8 tsp turmeric powder
  • 1 cup tur dal, washed and uncooked
  • 3 cups water
  • Tamarind, the size of a dollar coin
  • 1 cup coconut milk, canned is just fine
  • 1 tbsp grated jaggery or brown sugar
  • 1 to 1.5 tbsp fresh ground masala
  • salt to taste

For the masala


  • 3 tsp coriander seeds
  • 2 tsp cumin seeds
  • 3 tsp whole black peppercorns


  1. Toast the whole spices in the oven or on a tava. Allow them to cool and crush to a fine powder in your spice grinder.
  2. Heat oil in the pan of your pressure cooker.
  3. Toss in the mustard seeds and when they crackle and splutter, add asafetida, and the dried red chilli
  4. Add the chopped chard, the washed tur dal and 3 cups of water
  5. Soften the tamarind by heating it in the microwave for about 20-30 seconds in some water. Mush it up and discard any pips and fibres. Add to your pressure cooker pan.
  6. Add fresh ground masala, jaggery and salt
  7. Pressure cook this for 4 whistles or its equivalent - as long as it takes for tur dal to cook in your pressure cooker
  8. Once the pressure cooker has cooled, open it up and add 1 cup of coconut milk and bring to a boil again.
  9. Serve this right away! It tastes great with steamed rice. Or as I found, it's like a spicy hearty soup that can eaten while engrossed in a good book!


Notes:
  • I use tamarind that is called Thai Tamarind Fruit Pulp. I find it easier to use than the dried and salted tamarind from India. I can pull out as much as I need without needing any kitchen tools and since it is already soft, it doesn't take long to extract a thick tamarind juice. Tamarind extract can be used, too, but it lends its dark color to a dish and its flavor can be overwhelming if it is not used judiciously.
  • Patal Bhaji has to be spicy for it to be good. 1.5 tbsp of the fresh ground masala was at the extreme end of the spectrum for us, especially since my dried red chillies also pack in a punch. And, 2 tsp is way too less. Even Medha said that I could add some more spice the next time! Start with 1 tbsp of the masala and add more later, if you think you would like more heat.


I am going to be busy preparing for the camping trip so I won't be able to celebrate Ganesh Chaturthi, like we did last year. I'm hoping to make some chavde and besan ladu when we return. See you all next week!

Remembrance


May everyone be happy and safe,
and may their hearts be filled with joy.
May all living beings live in security and in peace
beings who are frail or strong,
tall or short, big or small,
visible or not visible, near or far away,
already born or yet to be born.
May all of them dwell in perfect tranquility.

Let no one do harm to anyone.
Let no one put the life of anyone in danger.
Let no one, out of anger or ill will,
wish anyone any harm.


— Metta Sutta
Translated by Thich Nhat Hahn