Cooking in my Kitchen #15 Paneer Long Beans Jalfrezi with Soy and Cream Sauce

Indians, we love vegetarian dishes and we don’t deny it. Paneer Long Beans Jalfrezi with Soy and Cream Sauce is a twisted delicacy of Indian and Chinese Cuisine and definitely a healthy dish which can be prepared very easily.

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Jalfrezi involves frying marinated pieces of meat, fish or vegetables in oil and spices to produce a dry, thick sauce but in this case you only need the Chopped Long Beans which are very healthy and often misunderstood. Also you need chopped Onions and Garlic and you need to stir fry them.. and not overcook it.

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The Paneer cubes should be big enough in size so that while slow cooking them they should be able to absorb the vegetable juices.And some special Indian spices are added to give it the touch and taste of Traditional Indian dishes.And the slow cooking is continued till the Vegetables and Paneer Cubes become like a Dry Sauce.

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And then you add the cream sauce to give it the texture of a thick gravy remember you should stir well and mix and fold everything in together nicely.And before you finish everything and turn off the heat add a spoon of Soy Sauce to give it the Chinese Twist.

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The Paneer Long Beans Jalfrezi with the aroma of Indian Spices and the salty sour Chinese twist of Soy Sauce and slightly sweet Cream Sauce gives it a unique taste. Remember you need to add some love to the dish to really pull it off. Serve with Hot Steamed Lemon and Ghee flavoured Rice or you can also serve it with Rice Noodles or even with Indian Flat breads it tastes delicious (So my Mother says).

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Cooking in my Kitchen #14 Fried Achari(Pickle) Eggplants with Aroma King Lemon Shreddings

Being an Indian and a Bong, Eggplants (Brinjals) are an essential constituent of meals. As a kid I have always loved lightly fried eggplants which are a delicacy.

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Achar or Pickles are also a very common condiment served with Indian Dishes and Thalis. So this Dish is a special creation with the fusion of these two important ingredients of the Indian Cuisine.

 

Fried Achari(Pickle) Eggplants with Aroma King Lemon Shredding is a twisted delicacy. Small slender eggplants are very lightly fried and more baked in a pan and before it is taken off from the oven a sprinkle of Pickle Juice or Achar is added and stirred lightly. I used salty pickled mangoes.

 

To finish the dish you need an Aroma King Lemon more commonly known as the Gondhoraj Lebu (in Bengali) which has a unique aroma and shred it over the plated fried eggplants. The juicy fried Eggplants with the slightly sour Pickle flavour topped with the Aroma King Lemon Shredding is a good explosion of flavours inside your mouth which is quite refreshing and a palate cleanser. And don’t forget to add the special ingredient that they call Love and Enjoy this light Dish.

 

 

 

Cooking in my Kitchen #13 Spicy Chicken in Tangy Yoghurt Sauce

Well once again after quite sometime I am working with chicken, The Universal favourite Meat. I like my chicken spicy and juicy and packed with Exotic flavours.

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The Chicken is firstly slow cooked so that it becomes spicy and soaks in all the flavours with minimum oil. It is very essential that it is slow cooked and cooked deliciously. The chicken should be Tender and Juicy just the way you like it.

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The Tangy Yoghurt Sauce needs to be separately prepared in a bowl with a few flavours which are raw and not cooked. You can add in some tangy spices to give it the sour touch. Or give some freshly chopped celery or coriander or tomatoes. Mix it well and let the yoghurt sauce stand for a quarter-hour or so. After it pour it on the spicy chicken and blend everything in together.

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Then add some secret spices and sprinkle over some sweet love and you get the Spicy Chicken in Tangy Yogurt Sauce. Its spicy and tangy and healthy and cooked with very little oil. Enjoy it with Steamed Rice or Flat Breads or simply eat it and enjoy a burst of exotic spicy flavours of the tender juicy chicken with the tangy kick of yoghurt sauce.

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#7 Poetry : Petrichor Flowers

The tears Rained down my cheeks,

And the hard Ground came closer

As I fell down on the earth.

The Everlasting support seemed forever gone

The feelings all like Thunderous clouds,

The Warmth of Love, lost from Heart’s hearth.

 

The pair of Feet that walked away,

Away from me,never to come back again,

The footprints lost in the Pages of Time,

Left behind a shattered Heart

A Timeless sense of  eternal Sorrow

And the Fear, that you will never be mine.

 

The Winter froze the Ailing Heart,

As I locked away those Butterflies

In the Prison, bereft of Love.

The touch of Ice deadened the Heart.

The Feelings all ceased to exist.

The Fruits Bittersweet frozen in my Memory’s Grove.

 

Spring came with the Bountiful Promises,

Happiness and Joy all around

The Flowers of Passion bloomed blissfully,

But I crushed them down

And bit down upon my Bloody Teary Lips,

Putting away the Lonely Memories of Love, Carefully.

 

The Summer of Scorching Truth,

Burned the thawy Heart Raw.

With it’s Raging Fire it Danced away

Embers of Passion turned to Dust.

Now the Heart was Empty

Memories turned oblivious in the Tempest sway.

 

The Raindrops of the Euphoric rain,

Fell on the Scorched Heart

And sowed seeds of New Hopes.

Petrichor Flowers bloomed Again

And set free the Butterflies….The feelings

Danced to the Rhythm of Raindrops.

 

The tears came Again

They fell upon the Rivulets of the Earth

With New Dreams and Happiness

The Ground seemed Welcoming, Soft…

And embraced me with Blossomed Flowers.

The Innocent Heart Laughed…Devoid of Sadness..

 

-By Soumya Bunk

 

There comes a time in Life when we lose hope , someone or something and the heart forgets to laugh..to enjoy..to live, at this time there comes a realization and situation..which finally teaches us to laugh again and to live again..Hope is what drives us forward..and there is always a silver lining waiting..we have to be patient for the right Time and Situation..and the Right Person.

 

 

Cooking in my Kitchen #12 The Rash-Malai

The Rash Malai is a Bengali dessert which is a delicacy for not only the sweet-toothed Bengalis but also to people who have a great love for desserts.

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It is actually sweetmeats (Rasgullas) in a reduction of Milk. The Milk is reduced to a thick creamy texture which is flavoured with Elaichi (Green Cardamom).

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After a delicious main course meal an equally royal wat to end your meal would be with the Dessert Rash Malai. Best served when cooled. The sweetmeats melt in your mouth and  the thick creamy milk compliments the taste buds equally.

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A dessert which is simply good for the summers.You  can garnish it with Kesar or chopped Cashew Nuts to make it even more tastier.

PS: If you have an extra sweet tooth , it’s not necessary that it has to be restricted only as a dessert.. you can have it anytime. 😉

 

Cooking in my Kitchen #11 The Custard Ecstasy

Mornings! Ain’t always about the usual Cereal Breakfast or The Bread Butter Jelly with Omelette and Orange Juice.. At times if you have a sweet tooth and want to treat yourself to a savoury little preparation..here you go with the Custard Ecstasy..

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Sweet and Simple and Healthy..

With a simple Vanilla Custard.. topped with Sweet Caramel and freshly chopped Fruits of your choice..

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The vanilla custard with the crunchy bitter-sweet caramel topping (only bitter-sweet when you slightly burn the caramel..not too much..very slightly burnt) , and the fresh fruits not only is a delicacy for the taste buds but a really healthy way to start the day..

So kick start your day with something special..and enjoy a #Custard Ecstasy

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#6 Poetry : By The River Styx…

My silent tears fell on the

Black waters of the river

As I sat beside Styx and wept

And they were lost forever..

The souls drifted on

Their tormented faces never

To see the light of Cheerful

Life and Hope Ever..

Despair..Hatred.. Pity..Horror

Torment..and Eternal sadness..

Loneliness.. Sorrow..Gripped me

And I stared on Helpless..

Am I the legend of distress..

Sitting on a lonesome shore

Waiting for a hopeless hope

When you are there no more..

The memories they fall down

Into the cascading depths of Styx

Turning ashen and colour devoid

Burnt and pale like the Onyx..

Burned like charred embers

The Ripped pieces of my soul

As the lights in them were snuffed out

Never will I be again whole..

Styx seemed so unforgiving..

So full of eternal suffering..

Yet to me Styx felt gentle..

So carefree and welcoming..

I stripped down into nakedness..

Disrobing my guilt and sorrows..

My conscience raw and vulnerable

Into the cold unforgiving watery furrows..

The coldness..touched my spirit

Ah so gentle and soothing..

The fiery touches of black water-flames

Unhappy laments of souls crooning

The lullaby of Death’s Eternal Abyss

Made my soul beautifully sway..

Seemed so heartbreakingly beautiful

Memories of a happy lifetime seemed Faraway..

The waves of Hatred

Thawed the burning

Eased the pains inflicted

Ending all my suffering

The River Styx.. the river of hatred

My mortal wounds it Healed

And rekindled the burning spirit of life

The spirit to be avenged

From the grip of Mortality

The hatred made be fight

The shackles of pain broke

And in my Insight

A beautiful life was saved

From the Clutches of Grief and death

For it was not the time

To breathe my last breath.

 

 

 

-By Soumya Bunk

Mortality is an inevitable constant but that should not be a cause to hate one’s own life or end one’s own beautiful life, we need to be warriors of can fight grief and pain..one’s own conscience is the best weapon to win a battle against one’s own grief and battle of pains and misery.

A Walk Through My Dreams

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The transition journey of the picture.. as requested…

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This Picture is dedicated to a very special person in my Life….with whom moments spent feel like elixir drops from an enchanted spring…and in a very short time..the bond feels as if forged in some ancient tapestry of Destiny..

All the elements are very dynamic and inter-related and very much related to the special person.. And I thank him for inspiring me to pick up my brushes and play with colours to conceive this creation..

Thanks for being an elder brother to me..

The Picture is Mixed media:- Pen and Ink,Water-colour and Pastel Shades.

#5 Poetry : As Death left My Side…

Beside the Sick bed I sat ..

All Serene and calm..

With my head bowed low..

Holding my dew cold palm..

My heart was frantic

Anticipating the future,inevitable ..

Judging every moment before mortality

That was available..

I looked at my reflection

In my Mother’s face

Pale and ashen,listless

Without a hope’s trace

She sat in front of me

Her Far away eyes..

Speaking tales of a million sadness

Of a happiness devoid sunrise..

I remember the summers..

I spent with my Grandfather

I remember a Spirited Old man

Chasing wishes and dreams rather..

Than sitting idle or at ease

Or resting for a moment..

Teaching me the ways of life

Disciplining my youthful torment.

Those loving and caressing smiles

Those bright Sunny afternoons..

Under the cool shades..

Tales Of life that won’t end soon..

That cheerful trinkling laughter

And the sublime eyes twinkling

Memories so beautiful of a lifetime

Gently my heart was breaking…

Yet I stayed strong..As i reined in

The surging flood of misery..

Wrecking my insides

As he laid deathly still and sickly..

Words dissipated in the air

Between me and my mother

We did not voice our fears

As we sat unmoving together..

The slow strained breathing..

And the distorted rhythms of impending death

Wavered our blissful Hopes..

Of life and It’s Faith..

Time slowed down its pace

As if getting ready for

The impending Cascade of torments

Ravaging the peaceful shore..

A cold shiver ran down my spine

As I felt the presence

Of the dreadful Entity

Death of Severance..

I could see him smile

And stand beside be politely

And feel his assuring hands

Placed on my Shoulder ..gently

A pang of sadness

Pierced through me

His consoling smile

Confirmed the inevitability

My questioning eyes

Looked at him with cold

Tears of Agony….

I asked him.. “Behold..

Death..The sorrows you cause”

His smiling lips parted

But there was no answer

Only his eyes sparkled

Anger born of agony

Ripped out of me

But he stood still

And stared on calmly

I twisted and writhed

Writhed in Untold pain

But Death stood still

My pain was in vain

Realizing my futile attempts

For Death stood still…

I went Numb

As coldness seemed to fill

I looked at my Grandfather

He seemed to be sleeping

But the warmth was lost forever

Devoid of silent breathing

I looked at my mother

Her bloodless tormented visage

Confirmed my fear of that day

Death got up on his carriage..

I ran after him as fast as I could

Telling him to stop

Screaming my lungs out

But he did not stop…

I ran and ran…

But he never ceased..

To whip his horses..

But time started to freeze…

Death looked back..

His handsome gentle face

Shattered my hopes

As he slowed his pace..

He came down from his carriage

And wiped away my tears

His cold gentle touch

Burned down my fears..

But tears kept overflowing

In a silent parade

I rested my face on his Chest

As he caressed

He made me look all around me

The blazing thousand Summer afternoons

With me and my grandfather

The memories bursting out of cocoons.

Our smiling faces all etched

With happiness of bliss carefree

Of golden sunny moments

Never again to be true

Death got up on his carriage

As I bid Him silent tears of adieu

Leaving behind a precious Gift of Memories

Which I couldn’t see before you..

-By Soumya Bunk

#4 Poetry : Another Poem On Time….

With Time We Bind
With Time We Seal
Lock Our Hatred and
Wishes To Fulfill
Here And Now
We Take this Vow
To Future’s Promise
We All take A Bow
The Promise To Be Kept
At A Later Date
We Shall Return
To Re-Live Our Fate
Hence Forth We Proceed
And Bury The Past
And Keep Our Promises
Till Our Breaths Last..
-By Soumya Bunk

Time is so fragile..and it changes so fast that we mere mortals who just have the time of a yards span..often forget to live life and indulge in loathing,jealousy and loneliness..the essence of time is change and we have to learn that there will be good times..and there will be bad times too..and we should not lose ourselves in any particular section of time and get stuck in life ..we need to flow just the way time flows by..