AANI (Sindhi Besan Ki Bhaji)

Ingredients:

For the Aanis:

Gram Flour/ Besan......1 cup

Poppy Seeds..................1 tbsp
Turmeric Powder.........1/4 tsp
Coriander Powder........1 tsp
Red Chilli Powder.........3/4 tsp
Soda................................a pinch
Garam Masala...............1/2 tsp

Cumin powder .............. 1tsp.

Coriander powder ........1 tsp.
Oil....................................2 tbsp
Salt to taste

For the curry:
Onions.......... 3 (chopped finely)
Tomatoes..... 1 big (chopped)
Salt to taste
Turmeric Powder.....1/4 tsp
Coriander Powder.....1/2 tsp
Red Chilli Powder.....1/4 tsp
Green Chillies............2
Garam Masala...........1/2 tsp
Coriander leaves.......a handful

Method:
Preparing the Aanis:

1. Mix all the above mentioned ingredients for aanis in a bowl, including oil. Now add some water and mix into a dough. ( add with a spoon so that you dont add too much to make it sticky)As you mix the dough, it starts becoming hard and sticks to the bowl.

2. Spread 2 to 3 drops of oil on a flat surface. Put the dough on it and roll it into a cylinder. Flatten it with your palm and cut rectangles out of it.

3.Heat water in a pan and add 1/2 tsp turmeric powder. Add the aanis into it and boil them for 5 minutes. Remove & strain them. Let them dry.


4. Heat oil & fry the boiled aanis for 3 to 4 minutes.

Preparing the curry:
1. Heat 3 to 4 tbsp oil. Add the onions, green chillies, salt, turmeric powder,red chilli powder, coriander powder, tomatoes. Mix & cook on low flame till tomatoes become tender.
2.Now add garam masala, the fried aanis and sprinke a little water over the aanis to cook on low flame for 5-7 minutes.Turn them carefully once. Garnish with coriander leaves.
Serve with rotis.

Balls

Sweet Balls

With a very successful Thai fish curry finished I made some very quick "Rum Balls"

All you need is

1 packet of digestive biscuits I used Chocolate

1 can of condensed milk

Dash of vanilla essence

Large dash of Creme De Cacao I had no rum

I also put in some raisins

Everyone taught they tasted of cookie dough

Melina brought some very nice Thai cocktail and a very nice Thai cold Tea.

A really good way to finish these balls are coco powder or dip them in coconut flakes.

Leave out the rum and this is a great recipe to do in an english class . And its cheap.

お好み焼 / okonomiyaki

10 september 2008,

Kali ini husband yang jadi kokinya...biasa deh apalagi kalo bukan makanan jepang..okonomiyaki....semacam martabak gitu deh....
Bikinnya gampang kok, cuman bikin adonan dari tepung, air, telur, garam, lada.
Trus didalamnya tambahin irisan kol, udang, ato becon/ham, n biar lebih enak tambahin keju lembaran di dalamnya. Trus tinggal dimasak di ferifan pake minyak secukupnya.
Setelah matang, tambahkan kecap okonomiyaki diatasnya, n mayonaise, bubuhin nori bubuk.
mmmm..yummy...yummy......

10th day of ramadhan, its 5.40 am and i have not sleep since yesterday

yup, you heard it right. I did not sleep for almost 48 hours.

Where am i going with this? For once, i am worried if this regular insomnia continues, i might end up being in a mental asylum and losing my mind or struck with dementia or parkinson syndrome or something like that. A friend of mine, once told me a story of a friend who had problem sleeping and spent most of his time infront of the computers suddenly fells of the chair and knocked his head on the ground. And when he woke up he cannot remember anything even his mother and spent years in a mental institute. He has recovered and normal now, but all memories before the incident were lost.

That is rather sad isnt it. But let just say if this happened to me, god forbid, and i suddenly lost my memory, that would somehow be a blessing in disguise since i don't have to remember a lot of things that i hate remembering. The only problem is, even if i can't remember anything, the bank will still remember me. They, remembers everything.

That would not be so nice isn't it.

But, if it were to happen, i wish somehow i only forget the bad memories, while all the good ones still intact, still remember how to do my work and still remembers all my bills and bank borrowings. but most importantly i still remember my mother, my family and my friends.

Also, there are some particular account that i would like to keep (no! not back account, but a chronicle of account or stories), and it involves someone very important. Because that someone reminds me again of how important it is to have recollection of all those sweet memories. In contrast and very ironic the some person is also the one feeding me with all the bad ones.


Don't understand?

No problem, i don't understand what i am saying too.

Teorías cromáticas acerca de la vida.

Patrick Wolf - Overture

Siempre he tenido la teoría de que los niños diferencian más colores que los adultos; que éstos van perdiendo su capacidad de apreciar la belleza y magia del entorno a medida que van creciendo y tropezando con la vida una y otra vez... perder la luminosidad y el brillo en los ojos, ser incapaces de recordar los juegos infantiles en los que éramos bucaneros, ladrones de guante blanco, viajeros interestelares, magos medievales... trabajar, dormir, ahorrar, comprar una casa... ésas tareas y preocupaciones nos obligan a abandonar el mundo de hadas, Avalon, Nunca Jamás, Fantasía, Wonderland, el centro del Laberinto y todos esos lugares en los que nuestra imaginación crece y crece... al disminuir ésta, nos hacemos más y más mayores, más grises, más de un mismo color. La luz se vuelve tenue, y nos cuesta más ver la diferencia de los vivos colores que nos rodean...

Pero hay un pequeño sector que no todo el mundo es capaz de ver y reconocer; un pequeño sector de gente adulta que todavía tiene ese brillo en los ojos y miran al cielo soñando, en silencio, con poder volar... barcos piratas que vuelan, dragones que escupen fuego y nos cuentas historias de antes de que la Tierra fuera la Tierra; hadas que, a escondidas, roban los granos de arena que Sandman nos deja sobre los ojos antes de irnos a dormir.

Nosotros, los Niños Perdidos, los niños malos de los cuentos, somos aquellos que vemos un mundo en blanco y negro, lleno de color y escalas de grises; armónicos, puros, brillantes, arrebatadores, capaces de emocionarnos. Oímos la música más allá de los ultrasonidos, nos palpita en el pecho, retumbando en nuestras cajas torácicas, y nos hace llorar.

Nosotros, los Niños Perdidos, los que soñamos con historias que nos llegan más allá de los confines de la luz.

Hijos de los hijos del Sol.

Los Niños Perdidos que aguardan extender sus alas para volar.