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>Adhunik bhaapa ilish or ‘modern microwaved steamed Hilsa’ recipe

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I met Scarlett after ages for lunch. That’s when Bunkin Banu called me for instructions on what to cook. She seems programmed to call me when I sit to eat.
Scarlett couldn’t stop giggling as I instructed  Banu to make baigan ka bharta, which we recently learnt she knows how to make, cabbage, daal and roti. Scarlett was surprised to find out that we eat simple vegetarian food too. Plus she said that she thought that I cooked every day. I tried to tell her that it wasn’t so. She refused to believe me. And guess what, I did end up ‘cooking’ today. If you can call pressing two switches that.
I had some time to kill this evening as I returned early from work. So I decided to make a microwave steamed Hilsa inspired by a post Pree wrote recently.  I wasn’t too sure of putting curd in the beginning. Pree explained that this would be ok. Apparently curd curdles if you add it mid way. You should add it in the beginning of cooking or at the end when the dish cools down. She was, as I knew she would be, right.
It hardly required any work and I managed to fit in a low intensity gym session in between the marinating and cooking. It was a no oil dish. Turned out to be a tad dry. A bit of oil drizzled in the beginning might have helped. Pree’s recipe involved mustard oil Some more curd might have helped too.
So here’s the recipe for the adhunik bhaapa ilish or modern steamed hilsa.
Recipe
Marinate
  • Put a teaspoon of mustard seeds in a grinder and grind (Bengali tradition calls for more mustard but K can’t handle the pungency)
  •  Add 1.5 teaspoons of poppy/ posto/ khus khus seeds to this and grind
  •  Add 3 geen chillies, 1 teaspoon salt, ½ teaspoon turmeric to this and grind
  • Add 4 tablespoons of curd to this and whip

 

Cook:
           
  • Pour marinate over 4 pieces of Hilsa
  •  Marinate for at least an hour. I went and did a mild leg routine at the gym and returned in  1.5 hours
  • Put the dish into the micro and cover with a micro dish, cling film. This helps the fish retain the moisture. I didn’t. Which explains the dryness. Though, as K came and told me right now, the taste was very good
  • Switch on the micro for five minutes
  • Switch off the micro and take out the dish. Gently turn the fish. Add a bit more curd to blend in the masala in case it seems a bit dry
  • Put it in and switch on the micro for 3 more minutes. Total of 8 minutes
  • The dish is ready. Best had with steamed rice
I was a bit lazy today too and took the pictures with the Blackberry. The idea of taking out the camera and clicking would have against the grain of quick and easy cooking after all.

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>Matters of the heart …. Machher tel bhaaja (fried fish flab)

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No, this is not a Valentine’s Day post.

It is to do with something very close to the hearts of most red blooded, card carrying Bengalis. And, as the doctors would say, something that would clog the arteries too.

But try this. Get hold of a biggish, 3 kg +, caatla or rohu (river trout). Ask your fish seller if the fish is of good quality. If it is, then ask your fish seller to give you the machher tel (fish oil or flab).

Get the ‘tel’ home. Wash it. Gently coat it with a bit of salt and cumin powder. Some would put a dash of flour to coat and chopped chillies and onions too. I prefer to keep it as uncomplicated and pure as possible.

Place the ‘tel’ on a pan and on a flame. You won’t need oil. Remember this is oil. Let it lightly fry. You will see an ocean of oil come out.

Take the solid parts out. There would be bits of cuddly white flab. Touches of dark sensuous meat. Could be bitter if this fish is not too good. Else the stuff which would set your heart a-flutter.

Have this with rice and daal. Ideally machher mudo diye bhaaja mooger daal   (fried moong dool with fish head). And a green chilli on the side.

As decadent, if not more, than pork fat. Possibly as lethal. But hey, you will be in paradise for a few minutes.

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>Lazy post: Khar Koli Fresh Water Fish Festival at Poonam’s

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Off to a vegetarian dinner cooked by a friend. Might label these later. Might not 🙂 OK, I did Mom’s always thrilled by the fact that they cut and clean the fish here unlike in Calcutta where you have to pay another guy to do so. In fact Mom let me to Poonam’s shop when she came to Mumbai. Poonam and her sister and mom were thrilled to know that I had gone to the Vasav Koli Festival.

By the way, this is a post by Sassy Fork on a real Koli Festival going on at Mahim right now

Rui Kaalia step one

Ilish…the key to a Bong’s heart

Poonam Cuts my ilish. Her mom cuts the rui

While her sister negotiates price with another docile Bengali gentleman

This surmai looks a bit stunned

wish I knew how to cook crabs

I bought some surmai slices even as K hollered on the phone “but we never finish them”

Ironically fresh water fish is cheaper than sea fish in the coastal city of Mumbai

These prawns looked so tempting. Why couldn’t spinach have high cholesterol?

Machher mudo or fish head. A Bengali wet dream

The Koli fresh water fish festival

Putting a price to our friendship

Sorry fellow Bongs

A well stocked Bong fridge

Alu chhok. A dish inspired by a tweet by @madhumita

Ilish bhaaja

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>Mumbai’s lost world…. Vesava Koli Seafood Festival (Versova)

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This post is dedicated to my friend Sassy Fork ‘s father who is in the hospital. Hope he gets and is back home soon.
This is a long post with many photos in between. To see these and more pictures head to this album in the Finely Chopped Facebook page.
The Vesava (Versova) Koli Seafood Festival is in its sixth year. Despite my interest in food, I had never heard about it till last year. Nor, had fellow Bengali and food lover (is there any other type?), Madhumita, whom I got to know through twitter. She lives pretty close to where the festival happens and yet hadn’t heard of it.
And that gets my goat. I always feel bad about how poorly we profile our country when I see the way the Singapores and the KLs of the world  make ‘love out of nothing at all’. And when rare initiatives like this happen then no one knows about it. Watch any TV show, food awards write up, article on seafood in Mumbai and you will get Gajalee, Trishna and, if you are lucky, Mahesh. The first is at least Maharashtrian food and the cuisine is Malwani. The latter two are Manglaorean.  From neighbouring Karnataka. Well who wants work hard and go beyond the obvious?
So it took my friend, who blogs as the Sassy Fork, to tell me about the Koli Sea Food festival. An attempt to show case the food and culture of the Kolis. The fisher folks who were apparently the earliest inhabitants of Mumbai. Mumbai was a set of seven fishing villages which the Portuguese gave to the British as dowry. (This is a rough round up of the lay of the land and not meant to be a historical treatise. This is a food blog after all.)
Sassy had told me about other fish festivals such as the one at Chembur, the one organised by the political party MNS at Shivaji Park and recently by the Ministry of Fisheries at BKC. My ambivalent feelings towards fish, laziness to travel far in the city to eat and distrust of carnival food ensured that I didn’t end up going to any of these.
That finally ended.Thankfully.  Madhumita, Jyotika of Follow My Recipe (an honest blog with a personal touch and some great photos) and I headed to the Versova Koli Sea Food Festival on Friday Night. Check out Jyotika’s excellent post on the fish food festival.

We drove down the Costa Coffee at Versova and entered a lane which had a banner of the festival. We drove down the narrow lane which had space for just one car. Surrounded on both sides by one to two story buildings which were so ‘not Mumbai’. Madhumita and I looked out and said ‘Bijoygarh’  in unison after the colony of Post Bangladesh war settlers in our native Kolkata.

 
We crossed the long lane and came onto the fairground (there was parking outside). Walked in to a see a huuuuuge field. Dotted with stalls. Billions of people sitting in the middle watching the cultural show consisting of Koli Dances at a podium. We bumped into fellow food blogger, Poonam Joshi of Homemade Happiness, too and later Suren whom I know through twitter.

Madhumita in grey & Jyotika in black…ladies who shoot what they eat

Koli dances firing up the Friday Night Fever

Madhumita, Jyo and I walked towards one of the stalls. The first thing that I saw were some pomfret and  huge prawns, slathered in red masala getting barbecues. The aroma was heady and I was in a trance and immediately ordered for a plate (6 for Rs 150/ 3 USD). “Is this for someone? No? Can we have these?”
 The three of us stood in a corner, didn’t  have the patience  to go to the tables close by. But we did take out our cameras and clicked, the prawns were still searing from the flames. And then the first bite. We knew we were in the right place. The prawns were so fresh that they almost swum out of our fingers and began to sing “Sheila Ke Jawani”. The marinade red, tongue tingling, unevenly salted. Rough and heart warming.
Bombay Duck Fry

Grilled lobsters which put me in a spell

Sizzling Surmai
And so the evening went. From one stall to another. With cheerful, kind Koli ladies dishing away their fare. They were dressed in typical Koli jewellery. The women in each stall wore saris of the same colour and pattern. As if it was the IPL opening ceremony. They were fast, efficient, smiling as they fried fish…many of them speaking in pretty good English.
A Bengali malai curry like lobster curry followed. I chewed on the head of the lobsters to get every drop of the juicy manna. The way I had learnt to eat crustaceans on my mother’s lap. Stuffed crab at Rs 100 (2 USD) or so for a small crab. There was very little meat inside but the coconut and coriander, chilli and coconut masala was more intoxicating than the bluest of Indigo. And then Madhumita, said ‘follow me children’ as she pointed the bounty of crab meat by the ridges of the shell. All of this mopped up with a tortilla like rice roti. Brought to our table straight from the girdle. A couple of beers and we headed to the other side. But not before I saw a lady at a stall deep frying little batter coated spherical  things (‘balls’ sounds so wrong) and came back to the girls with a plate of burst in your mouth, Bombil pakodas
We stopped at a stall in the middle of the field. Couple of young boys selling prawn Frankies. They were churning out these Mumbai wraps at the speed of ten a minute making them difficult to photograph. The Frankie (Rs 40/ 1 usd) reminded me of the alu (potato) rolls of Karco at Calcutta’s New Market with the odd shrimp jumping joyfully in every other bite.
Lobster curry

Prawn curry

Stuffed crabs

You will rarely see fresh water loving Bengalis so happy near Sea water fish

Stuffed crabs

Table manners in Bong

Notice the uniforms in each of these stalls

The very talented Jyotika clicks away

A Frankie making record of 10 a minute

Prawn frankie

We crossed over to the other side and giggled as we saw tiny bottles of Royal Stag whiskey. A Koli lady came up, smiled and said in very good English (I am stressing this as we were in a fishing village) and said “take take, you can’t eat fish without Royal Stag”.
This was the charming Ms Devyani who sat down by us to have a bite herself. I learnt that Devyani worked with Air India. The others in her stall either sold fish to local markets or owned fishing boats which theie workers took out to the sea. She told me that the Kolis were the original residents of Mumbai. They do not have a native land or ‘gao’ to go to. This is their original land. They speak a language which is apparently different from other Maharashtrian dialects though the script is the same.
Devyani looked sad when I asked her if there were any Koli restaurants at Mumbai. There weren’t. This fair which started six years back was as an attempt to fix this. In fact she and other stall owners were present in a number of these festivals.  Devyani said that the organisers of the Versova Festival ensured that the prices of the food were affordable to the masses and questioned any steep increase in price.
The ‘Malwani’ restaurants which you find at Mumbai, the Gajalees of the world, serve the cuisine of the Malwan region of coastal Maharashtra. Devyani  said that coconut formed the base of Malwani cuisine given Malwan’s  proximity to the sea. Koli dishes, on the other hand, largely hinge on chilli, ginger, garlic… no coconuts. Except in the stuffed dishes where the stuffing consists of a coconut marinade. As I told Devyani, I look forward to the day when Mumbai gets its first Koli restaurant.
I expressed my angst against the lack of publicity of these festivals. Devyani said that the organisers did put ads in local papers such as the Times. But she felt that the festival should be held at the beginning of the month while people had fresh pay checks. I told her that they had to target the festival to those beyond locals. The treasures of Mumbai should be proudly displayed to the whole world. Shouldn’t be tucked away. 
We ate one of the most memorable dishes of the evening at Devyani’s stall. Stuffed squids. The coriander and coconut marinade was very deep and stirred your soul. The squids were cooked in oodles of the marinade in the best traditions of the Indian coastal cuisine. “You can only taste the masala, and not the mussels….but the masala is lovely” as the Italian Chef Max once told me. Yet, the squids weren’t over cooked or rubbery.
They were quite fresh and complemented the masala very well. We had a fish roe fry which was a bit too lost in the gravy, especially for Madhumita and I as we have grown up on fish roe pakoras (bora in Bengali) which are eaten straight from the pan or curried.
Devyani in the Khaki sari

Fish roe fry

Tuna pakodas

Stuffed squids which stole our hearts

Learning more about the Kolis
We stopped at one more stall on the way back to take a look at a full Koli thali or meal. Rice, rice roti, mackerel fry, non coconut based Surmai curry and mussels stuffed with coconut marinade. The ladies here were disheartened when we didn’t eat anything there but we were stuffed to the gills by then. They sportingly posed for photographs though. I did offer to come and cook Bengali preparations of fish the next day. The chirpy ladies at the stall enthusiastically asked me about what all spices I would need for that so that they could keep it ready.
Of course no Indian meal couldn’t finish without a paan and the chilled (no, not seafood paans) were just what we needed.
The Koli Thali

Making plans to cook together

A life well lived

I didn’t go back the next day but do need to go back once to keep my promise. This evening was one which defined the term ‘magical’.  Warm and friendly people. Honest and fresh food. The privilege of being hosted by the natives of the city which has made you so welcome. A throw back to where it all started. It truly is ‘a wonderful life’.
The streets of the fishing village

The Koli Food Festival is on till today, 30th January. 6 PM till midnight. The crowds increased yesterday from what I understand

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>The City of Dreams… a fish curry inspired by the city of Mumbai

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Note: Bunkin Banu hadn’t bunked yesterday. But I don’t trust her to cook fish unsupervised

Fish bought three Sundays back, frozen in the fridge. Packaged coconut milk, ready made tomato and onion paste. Must haves in a fast modern city. A cooking tradition inspired by the sea bordering it. Curry leaves and mustard seeds from the Gomantak, Keralite and Mangalorean kitchens of the West Coast. Fish sauteed first and not just plopped straight into the curry. As is the norm in Bengal in the East. Fresh spices ground in a mortar and pestle picked up from Chiang Mai in Thailand. Inspiration from foreign shores.

K was right. The fish curry I cooked up last night did capture the essence of the city of Mumbai. A city where old meets new. A city whose natives make you feel at home no matter where you are from. To use the oft used cliche, a melting pot.

I had just planned to use ready made cooking pastes lying at home last night with a trip to the gym thrown in in between work and the kitchen. Then I came back, saw the mortar and pestle. This is the story of what followed.

Recipe:

My best buy of 2010

Prep:

  • Masala mix – 1 teaspoon of coriander seeds, 1 inch pieces each of fresh turmeric and ginger, 2 split green chillies, 2 split bird’s eye chillies. 2,3 tablespoons of coriander leaves. I pounded the mix using the mortar and pestle. You can use a mixer too. Or substitute with powdered spices

Cook:

  • Saute oil in a pan. I used Olive oil. 1.5 tablespoons
  • Put in 6,7 curry leaves and a teaspoon of mustard seeds into the oil. Wait till it splutters and crackles
  • I added 1 tablespoon of Maggi bhuna masala which happened to to be at home. Otherwise fresh onion and tomato paste would do.
  • Stir till it cooks
  • Add the curry mix that you made to this. Stir a bit
  • Add the fish, 2 pomfrets. Any seawater fish would do – kingfish etc
  • Stir till the spices coat onto the fish. This is a Bengali touch were you are sort of frying the fish. Bengali curries would have deep fried fish put in them. West coast curries, on the other hand, would have fish dunked into the curry straight without frying
  • Add 200 ml of coconut milk to the pan. I used Homemade packaged coconut milk. Add salt and let it simmer. Add a bit of regular milk to thin the curry.
  • Add a couple of split chillies
  • Bring to a boil and let it simmer for ten minutes
  • Eat it with steamed rice

The beauty of the curry to me was that it captured the delicacy of Thai cooking. The sauce didn’t smother the taste of the fish as is the tendency in the South West coast of India. The fragrance of curry leaves and the frequent bites of mustard seeds giving it a Mumbaiyya touch to it. Felt good at the end of it. A nice way to bring in the weekend.


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>A walk in the clouds… Ankur, Moti Lassi, Fort.

>Note: I wrote this post last evening when I though that Friday was our last day at Fort. Just got to know that we have got an extension till the first week of Jan. Thanks Santa 🙂 (lots of photos so keep scrolling)

It was lunch time on Monday. The first day of the week. I got an SMS from K.

“Last week at Fort. Choose where you eat wisely”

I didn’t have a plan when I went down for lunch. I thought I had eaten at most places at Fort. Should I repeat one of my favourites?

That’s when I remembered Ankur. The Mangalorean restaurant that they showed on NDTV’s Secret Kitchen the previous night. A rare food programmewhich went beyond Gajalee when it showed seafood joints at Mumbai . A little asking around on Twitter and Puja Dhingra of Le 15 Pattiserie told me that Ankur was at Fort and that it was one of her favourite restaurants.

I thought of heading towards Ankur.  I embarked on a hunt reminiscent of my early days at Fort. All I had to go by was that ‘it was close to Apoorva’.

Well, it wasn’t. Some people I asked said it was towards the Stock Market. That seemed far. But the weather was perfect to check this out. I asked the folks at Yazdani. They knew of Apoorva, Mahesh. But not Ankur. In desperation I tweeted and immediately got directions. I headed down directed by tweets and by a pakorawallah and suddenly stumbled upon Ankur. Did I say I love twitter?

For those interested, take a right from the Bombay Store Building at Fort. Cross Mahesh, not Apoorva, head past Yazadani, cross the Akberally road and the Church over the and then take a natural right. You’ll find Ankur.

Go Down the Mahesh Road



Past Yazdani



Head towards the Stock exchange
Love the architecture

Past the pakora wallah – who asked me to taste and not just shoot… he was the one who directed me to Ankur
The Ankur Lane

My friend and guide at Fort , Mumbai Central (on twitter), summed up Ankur as an ‘expensive Apoorva’ when I tweeted. Well it was grander than Mahesh and Apoorva. A tad frostier and marginally more expensive than both. A tour guide had got some foreign tourists over. It was that sort of place.

After much consultation with a senior waiter and his trainee I opted for Prawn Karavalli. Their other suggestions were fried fish (a speciality apparently) and gassi (which I earlier had at Apoorva).

I am glad that I ordered the Karavalli. The curry smelt divine the moment they placed it on the table. It tasted tangy and sharp. Exactly as it smelt. The sourness gave into a lightly woody bite ending with an unusually pleasant bitter note of fried curry leaves. Went very well with neer dosas.

I am not much of a curry person but I lapped up the entire bowl of Karavalli curry. That’s how good it was. And this is very rare. On asking, the senior waiter told me that unlike gassi, karavalli didn’t have coconut in it. It was made with tamarind, coriander, black pepper, chillies and curry leaves. He insisted that there were NO mustard seeds in it. When I pointed out black specks, he said that they were specks of dried tamarind.

He told me that Ankur was a fifty year old restaurant. That it started as a vegetarian restaurant. Was owned by the same gentleman who started Apoorva apparently. Better sense finally prevailed and it became a fish place fifteen years back.

How were the prawns? Overcooked. Possibly not too fresh. And overpowered by the curry. The crime which most Mangalorean and Gomantak places commit.

But the Karavalli curry? One of the unforgettables of Fort.

Tweet Feed on Ankur

Kalyan Karmakar

SOS where is Ankur restaurant at Fort @ @

 

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@ @ in the lane next to our store

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Mumbai Central

 
@ it’s the same lane as Military Cafe, if you know where that is. It’s a more expensive version of apoorva.

Rajesh

 
@ Ankur – Tel: 02222654194, 02222630393

Rajesh

 
@ we’ve been to most restaurants at fort, I have only one Ankur in my database… 😉

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Rajesh

@ i hope thats the same ANKUR rest your looking for !!

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Mumbai Central

 
@ near stock exchange.
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Seafood Mumbai

 
@ Ankur, MP Shetty Marg. go on MG road take left after kandeel restaurant
pooja dhingra

 
@ it’s in fort! Hidden in a little street…the best uppam and butter garlic crab…pepper chicken…damn now I’m hungry!

pooja dhingra

 
@ ankur is one of my favourite restaurants in the city! U must try it!!!
The twitter world is abuzz with discussion on the cost of onions. I didn’t touch any
Over cooked prawns in celestial Karavalli curry

I stopped at Moti Halwai on the way back. The sweets at counter looked tired. Meals inside seemed to be vegetarian thalis. What caught my eyes were the lassis outside.

I was in two minds about the lassi. I had a sore throat. The cold sour curd based drink didn’t seem to be a good idea. Then I said what the hell and picked up one.

Madhukar, the Maharashtrian lassi maker, in this 56 year old Punjabi restaurant poured out a lassi for me. Each sip was Ambrosial in the truest sense. Rich. Sweet. Warm. Soothing. Nourishing. A granny of a drink. A hefty chunk of malai or butter bobbing on the surface, added in at the end. Most were fishing it out with a spoon and happily munching on it. I took a few tentative bites. It had a slight salty taste which countered the taste of the lassi.

Madhukar, who posed for me, explained that the difference between the 18 Rs (1/2 USD) plain and 30 Rs (3/4 USD) Special lassi was that the latter didn’t have any water in it. And had some nuts on top.

A 56 year old restaurant which I discovered during my expedition
Madhukar the Maharashtrian lassi maker
Adding malai for the lassi
Lassi mastered
Sweet lassi…a loving granny of a drink
Check out the malai at the rim
I am proud of this photo
Special Lassi. no water
The Punjabi owner of this 56 year old restaurant

And so I ambled back past Fort House and its magical gate, HSBC, the Church, Yazdani, past Mahesh…to Laxmi Building. A lesson in architecture, some great food, friendly faces, a walk, all packed in in less than an hour as I counted my last few hours at this enchanted world of Fort.

And then I got lucky 🙂

The view from opposite my office

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>Sicko. And now they stole my fish.

>I fell for flattery the first time.

They were launching their Mumbai edition and wanted ‘prominent’ Mumbai bloggers to write for them on the food and night life scene at Mumbai. An unwritten agreement followed after the first piece… words for Rupees. It was fun initially. Chasing the elusive cheque every month a small irritant…the value would barely cover a restaurant meal in any case.

Then came the bummer in month four. They printed my article on Bandra without giving me credit. Angst, recriminations were to no avail though surprisingly the cheque came later. Meanwhile I had sent my next write up to them in good faith. It was on the fish scene at Mumbai. I had no idea what happened to that. Was it even published? My contact went silent. And copies of  the magazine could not be found anywhere in Mumbai. I wrote a couple of times to them and then forgot about it.

Saw the link to their e magazine on a fellow blogger’s Facebook page last week. Went and checked. They had published my seafood article in their August or September edition. More mails. Copy to the editorial team. My handler woke up. Denials. Then silence again.

Wrote a mail to the editor who funnily enough had just joined the Finely Chopped Facebook Page. The editor did a Sphinx. But my handler woke up again. Spewed venom. We have discovered that we actually haven’t paid you. But we are shocked that you brought it up. Shame on you. Bad bad boy …

To which my answer was, keep the change!

Frankly the affair was getting too murky and filthy for me. The antithesis of what many of us blog for. To share our opinions, feel good about ourselves. To sleep well.

So if you are launching a magazine or a portal, I wish you luck but please employ writers. If you are launching cooking oils, dips… please support the media industry…pay and advertise. And if you are opening a new restaurant please keep your free meal to yourself. I only write about food that I pay for.

A young blogger I admire said, when I discussed the issue of ‘free dinners’ with her, “that would be whoring right?”

All I could say is “language young lady” and nod in agreement at her wise words.

Oh and here’s the article in question, at least they gave the name credit for it:

Twenty thousand leagues above the sea … Mumbai’s seafood.
It is natural to think of Mumbai as a seafood heaven. It is a port city after all. Well you are not wrong. The city’s dining tables are loaded with the treasures of the sea. Ready to welcome you.
However, one needs to set one’s expectations right in the beginning. First of all don’t think that ‘abundant’ is equal to ‘cheap’. Seafood is fairly expensive here. More expensive than poultry, or even fresh water fish favoured by those from the East. Secondly, remember that Mumbai is the commercial capital of India. Not exactly a beach resort or a tourist hub. So you won’t find the sort of seafood courts which you would find in the Far East or in the Mediterranean. Thirdly, don’t expect dishes which romance the wonders of the sea. Bring out their flavours. Celebrate their tastes. Local seafood dishes are loaded with heavy spices. As a well travelled Italian Chef once told me about the clam masala that he ordered from Jai Hind at Bandra, ‘I love it. I can’t taste the clams. But I love the masaaala’. 
Thus acclimatised you can begin your discovery of the seafood delights of Mumbai.My first foray into the Piscean offerings in Mumbai was at a small family run restaurant called Saayba. Saayba is located on S V Road at the beginning of Bandra W. You can identify it by the huge queues waiting to be seated in the evenings. This is where I first had fried Bombay Duck or Bombil. As any quizzard will tell you, Bombay Duck is not a ‘duck’. It is a fish which is quite popular with Mumbaikars. Locals make curries and even pickles with dried Bombay Ducks. Fried Bombay Duck is what those at restaurants prefer. The trick is to get the right balance of the soft flesh of the fish and the thin layers of semolina (rawa) batter coating it. Neither should dominate. And if fried right, as they do in Saayba, then it should melt in your mouth. Some of the other must haves at Saayba are the prawn fry masala for those who like their prawns to be juicy and spicy. And if you, like me, were traumatised by the movie ‘Jaws’ while growing up then go in for a Baby Shark Achari. This is a very fiery preparation though and is likely to bring tears to your eyes.
Saayba is a Gomantak restaurant. Gomantak and Konkani cuisines are native to Maharashtra and come from the coastal regions of the Malwan district. You would find a number of reasonably priced Malvani restaurants at traditional Maharashtrian areas of Mumbai such as Mahim, Dadar and Bandra East. Some of the popular ones would include Gomantak and Sindhudurg at Dadar. Sadicha and Highway Gomantak at  Bandra E. Fresh Catch at Mahim. These are places where the locals eat. Always a sign of a good restaurant. These are simple operations. Usually non air conditioned. Family run. Crowded with a steady of flow of customers. The fish will be fresh given the high turnover. The portions are small. Prices are kept affordable enough for blue collar workers. 
You could travel all the way to Pangat close to Borivili National Park for a lavish, cramped but air conditioned Malvani seafood experience. Clams, mussels, oysters, fish, squids, lobsters, prawns, sharks … just let your mind wander and choose what you want to eat.
Most Malvani food is coconut based. The difference, I am told, comes from the proportion of dry and wet coconut used in the dishes. Traditional Indian spices like ground red chilli, garam masala, garlic and a local favourite, Kokum, feature liberally in the curries and masalas. These often overpower the taste of the fish. A far cry from the rock salt flecked, fire roasted fish of Istanbul or the Soy, lemon and spring onion kissed Baba Noynya cuisine of Malacca. A stroke of luck for those who find the taste of fish too ‘fishy’. What you get here is a complete meal which appeals to all senses. Not just a fish dish. Most Malvani dishes are served with a curry on the side and you can have this with rice or chapatti.
The most famous Malvani restaurant would possibly be Gajalee. By ‘famous’ I mean the one that features most often on TV and in print. Gajalee started off in Vile Parle in the Western Suburbs of Mumbai. Since then it has branched to a number of places including Phoenix Mills in Central Mumbai. The new branches are fairly modern affairs. Air conditioned, English speaking head waiters, inviting sofas, look classy enough for corporate dinners. Not where locals flock to. My travels seeking out good food in foreign lands have taught me that such places are likely to be expensive and not truly authentic. There are many who praise the tandoori crab or whole stuffed pomfrets at Gajalee. These are the dishes which feature on television and are likely to burn a whole in your pocket. I am obviously not a big fan of the food here. I have not been impressed during the couple of occasions that I ate at their Phoenix outlet. Yes, I went for the comparatively cheaper dishes and not the blockbusters which many swear by. All I will say is that this is the place to go to if you want to sample local Malvani food and are not really willing to roll up your sleeves and hit the streets for it.
Mumbai seafood is not all about Malvani food. You could sample the Mangalorean fare from across the state border in what are known as the Shetty restaurants. The triumvirate of Mahesh, Apoorva and Trishna in South Mumbai’s Fort area have defined this cuisine for years. They have now branched out to the suburbs as well. This is a good place to try South Indian dishes such as fish or prawn gassi, coconut based curries, with the string hopper like neer dosas. You will find a higher proportion of curry leaves and mustard seeds in the dishes here in comparison to the Malvani dishes. The standout dish in my opinion is a preparation called ‘butter pepper garlic’ at Mahesh. You can have this with crabs if you are not out on your first date. They break the shell for you if you so wish. For the lazy, this dish is available in easier to eat options such as squids or prawns.
You could try the Goan version of seafood dishes. Goan cuisine could broadly be divided into two schools. One is the Portuguese influenced Catholic pork and vinegar based dishes. The other consists of the seafood dishes preferred by the Hindu Saraswat Brahmins. These are coconut based and are similar to the cuisine of Malwan. There aren’t too many places which serve Saraswat cuisine in Mumbai. The Goan owned Soul Fry at Bandra’s Pali Naka is a good bet.  
Then you have the Jai Hind chain spread across Mumbai. Here you will get a taste of everything … Malvani, Goan, Mangalorean. The dishes are less expensive than those of Gajalee. Taste closer to the real thing in my opinion. Are more accessible through the city. Have air conditioned options for those who are not comfortable with the Spartan settings of the more simple Maharashtrian ‘lunch homes’. You must try the bombil stuffed with prawns here. A truly memorable dish.
Most Continental restaurants in Mumbai served seafood dishes as well. For a Bengali fresh water fish experience you can head to Oh Calcutta or Calcutta Club.
It is natural to feel tempted to go out and buy fish in Mumbai and cook them at home. Where else would you get such a collection of fresh fish? The thing to keep in mind is that the traditional fish markets of Mumbai are ‘wet’ markets. They are literally muddy and messy and are likely to turn on those who love to buy fish. Most fish markets have an army of women selling a whole range of fish – pomfret, kingfish, mackerel, baby sharks, squids, clams, mussels, betki, rohu, prawns, lobsters, crabs – name it and you will get it. Fish is normally sold by piece and not be weight. Under intense haggling. These fisher women mean business. Use traditional shopping artillery such as a counter offer of half the price quoted or pretending to walk away in disgust. You will win some. Lose some. Definitely a more entertaining and dramatic experience than the average Hindi TV serial. For those not so adventurous, the cold storage of some malls offer a frigid, sterile, mechanised, non histrionic, uneventful, easier, hassle free way of buying fish.
So go out. Buy fish. Cook fish. Eat fish at the restaurants of Mumbai. And don’t forget to order the dish which most people love in Malvani seafood restaurants… Mutton Masala.

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>Sunny Mondays … Keralite Muslim food at Fountain Plaza, Fort

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‘Roast’ chicken

I didn’t have a plan for lunch today. Was my usual half awake Monday self. Went down. Wandered aimlessly. Skipped Swagath and its thali, Ideal Corner and its Monday biriyani, walking down the lanes of Fort on a cloudy, grey day… and there I was, in front of Fountain Plaza.

I walked in. Found an empty table. Sat down. Pointed out at the remnants of the fierce looking plates of  chicken at the adjoining tables. The waiter told me that it was ‘roast’ chicken. I called for a serving. And parathas or porotas as Berges pointed out at Twitter. Garden Plaza was a Muslim Keralite place as well. It’s speciality is the biriyani according to MumbaiCentral. Fountain Plaza was larger than Rahmaniya. Non air conditioned. Apparently offered accommodation too. It is twenty years old.

The porota was nice and soft but I must say that the one at Rahmaniya next door was even better. The latter was Muslin like. Fit for a Nawab. The porota at Fountain Plaza was almost up there. A close second. Delectable and tender.

The ‘roast’ chicken seemed like a very juicy, deep fried chicken. Nice and firm. Cooked to perfection. The sort of texture and tautness botox promises. But this was natural. It was coated in a red spice mix which looked very menacing. It threatened to set you on fire. Looks were deceptive. In reality it was passionate without being overbearing. The right balance of spice designed to throw out any remnants of Monday Blues out with the dish water. It was the sort of dish which would make you stop looking at life with a jaundiced eye. It brought back the joy and art into living on a Monday. Seventy five Rupees ( 1.5 USD) for a plate of roast chicken, two porotas and a glass of nice, hot, tummy settling rasam on the house. An honest lunch.

Feeling at peace I looked across at my neighbour across the table. We got talking. Inayat (if I got the name right) had ordered a plate of surmai fry. This came with a coconut milk based gravy and he ordered a porota with it. We discussed the merits of eating rice versus roti/ porota with fish. Inayat, who had shifted into Mumbai a while back from Bangalore, told me that he preferred porotas even though South Indians ate rice with fish. As did Bengalis I told him. I told him about my shock at seeing people eat fish with rotis instead of rice at Saayba years back. Inayat told me that fish was the speciality of Fountain Plaza. We were two strangers, yet it seemed as if we ate lunch together everyday. .

He told me that he had lost close to thirty kilos over the last three years. Hence he skipped dinner and just ate papayas at night. He ate fish and porotas as he tried to avoid the more fattening chicken and rice. He told me with a grave face about a report he read on the obesity problem amongst European kids. I told him that I need to lose weight too. He looked at me and said, “but you have height on your side”. We chatted a bit more about ‘today’s youth’ and their carefree, spendthrift ways, about how they drink Colas at the drop of a hat and become fat.

Then this smiling stranger offered me a bite of his rather slim sliver of  fish. I politely refused at first. And then I felt at home enough to take a bite. The fish was very fresh. Masalas exploding in your mouth. Cooked in the typical Indian South and West Coast style where the spices often overpower this fish. A pick me up if there ever was one. Inayat broke into a big smile as he saw the look of turbulent joy on my face.

We headed our separate ways. The week had finally started for me. In the warmest possible way.

Keralite porotas – melts the sternest of palates
White meat rarely looked so fierce
Volcanic surmai
Rasam on the house to cool things down
Inayat mulling over today’s junk food generation
Mumbai Central swear by the biriyani here
What more could one ask for

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>Harem Intrigues…. Khar fish market & squid butter pepper garlic recipe

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Scroll down patiently for the recipe
The Knife & his women
My mother led me to another woman sometime back. No this is not the plot of a progressive 18th century Bengali novel. It is about my new find at the Khar Fish Market.
 For long I used to go to Pushpa (9819611625) and her mom at the Khar fish market. The quality of their fish was good, price reasonable, they were sweet people, not too pushy. Then I took my mother to the market once when she visited us. I was checking out the fish at Pushpa’s when I saw that mom had disappeared. She surfaced a bit later and whispered conspiratorially in Bengali, “there is good Hilsa in another shop”. I was quite loyal to Pushpa and her mom and hadn’t strayed ever since I found them. Never looked around. ITill that day. I followed Mom to the shop in the centre and the market. It was the “beginning of a beautiful friendship”.
The shop is run by Poonam and her identical looking sister Sangeeta. By ‘shop’ I mean a corner on the elevated platform. Their mom sits with them occasionally. They have a larger stock of fish than Pushpa and her mom. They sit at the centre of their market. Prices are marginally higher to Pushpa’s but you can sweet talk them into lowering them. One basic purchase that I make when I go to fish shops is a large cut rohu or katla. Poonam and Sangeeta are more likely to have it than Pushpa and their mom. The quality of their fish is pretty good. Of course yet to stand the test of time unlike Pushpa and her mom’s.
I always go to Pushpa first. But today too she didn’t have the cut of rohu that I wanted. I then went to Poonam and Sangeeta and picked up Rohu (Rs 180 for cut piece), Pomfrets (4 for Rs 240), Squids (Rs 150 a kilo), Hilsa (Rs 350) a kilo. They then reduced quite a piece on the overall amount.
Poonam and Sangeeta sit beside the plump, comparatively older and very aggressive fisher lady. I bought fish from her in the beginning. Often turned out to be bad and bitter. She starts screaming the moment she sees ame and gives me grief for not coming to her. She was far away when I used to go to Pushpa. Now too close to comfort.
On the way back I sheepishly went to Pushpa and said  “next time”. She pouted, sulked, turned away. Muttered “I had the same fish. I saw what you bought. My fish was just 300g less. I had hilsa too”.
Ouch!
Poonam’s cell number is: 9867402956
Squid butter pepper garlic recipe follows after the photos:
Poonam, she cuts the fish the way I like it, Bangali cut
Poonam with a mobile calci & Sangeeta (dark sari) working out the final price for me
Rohu, Pomfret ec etc
Live mud crabs. The mobile camera didn’t do justice to it
The mussels were moving around too
Squids…the skin needs to be peeled off
Mackarel or Bangda…very popular with the locals

Squid butter pepper garlic recipe

I picked up squids today after I read about how Sassy Fork chose it over red meat. In reply to my question, she said that squids aren’t crustaceans. Sassy Fork prefers to remain anonymous but let’s just say that she would know. She is a child of a mixed marriage (Mahararashtrian  & Bengali). Her posts reflect this cultural confluence. Her blog has meticulous restaurant reviews with some nice scientific tips too. There, did I give out too much? 😉

Note: post this Sassy Fork mailed me the following on squids

squid has cholesterol but is low in fat,specially the much feared saturated fat.
here’s a link about the same
http://ca-seafood.ucdavis.edu/recipes/archive/nutri2.html
 
And
important how we cook things too

 

an important page
 

I cooked the squids in the Butter Pepper Garlic Salt style of Mahesh Lunch Home. The recipe is pretty much in the name itself. I had made it years back in our first house and first kitchen. With some lobsters mom in law sent us. Here’s the ‘recipe‘ if you really need it.

Prep: Get the squids peeled and cut them into rings. A contrast to the Far East. Places like Thailand and Malaysia seem to cook their squids whole.

Cook:

  • Heat a tablespoon of butter. Olive oil would do. But would be a different dish then (realised butter was over when I started to cook at 11 PM. Went to New India Stores at the corner and got it)
  • Add a teaspoon of finely chopped garlic to the melted butter. Try not to faint in ecstasy as the heady aroma of garlic roasting in butter enshrouds you. (Note to self: desist the temptation to add curry leaves and split green chillies. Would again be a different dish)
  • Once the garlic turn light brown add half a tea spoon of coarse crushed black pepper and some rock salt if possible. I used regular salt.
  • Then add the squids (750 g) to it and toss till the there is a golden tinge to the squids. The juice which comes out of the squid should have dried up by then.
  • Take a squid out. if it’s not rubbery and you can chew it then you are ready. Takes less than ten minutes to cook and no effort
  • Eat this with bread. The best part is mopping up the butter garlic part with bread

You can and also have the butter pepper garlic squids as a party starter. Very quick to make. A discreet lead in to the fact that I, ahem, had been interviewed by DNA for their article on starters 🙂

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>Of Item Numbers and fish curries… Pradeep Gomantak, Fort

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I wanted to go to a Gomantak restaurant while I still had the taste of Apoorva’s Mangalorean Gassi fresh in my mouth. Gomantak cuisine originates in the coastal Maharashtrian region of Malwan. The key difference between the Mangalorean curries and Gomantak is the use of tamarind in the former versus kokum in the latter according to the owner of Apoorva. What was this tamarind versus kokum divide all about? I was intrigued. I had to find out.

It was a crazy day. Sticky E’s to be written. Cakes to be cut. Clients in distant suburbs to be visited. I called MumbaiCentral (MC), the lawyer who tweets, the criminal lawyer who is my food partner in crime, and we decided to go for a quick lunch. “Need to get back by two’ as I said at 1.20 PM.

We met at Pradeep Gomantak, the Gomantak eatery down the lane at Fort. It was a small place. More like a garage than a restaurant. Very simple sunmica adorned benches and tables.  Popular. The sort of place that always holds the promise of good food. Food which nourishes the soul without distraction.  Simple, uncomplicated.  The sort of place where you shared a table with others. If its two of you then they ask you to sit beside each other instead of opposite each other. You had to queue up to get a seat. People were eating earnestly. With gusto. The food looked like it would be fresh. The Goan MC was in her elements here. She had earlier told me that this is where she came when she missed home food. The owner knew her. As did the staff. This was her Candies.

Pradeep is owned by a gentleman named Mr Amonkar. I have often seen him and his daughter at the  when I passed by the restaurant earlier. Today Papa Amonkar wasn’t there. His able daughter was running the show with an eagle eye, making sure that things were perfect. She proudly told me that their restaurant was around forty years old. They obviously had a great thing going as apparent by the steady rush of customers and the happy content looks inside. The waiters were efficient and polite. A few more of my visits and they would have mastered photography too.

MC explained the mechanics to me. You order thalis or set meals here. You apparently get a vegetable dish (black peas today). Sol kadi, the kokum and coconut based digestive which I love sipping on. MC mixes it with rice and has it. That’s apparently the correct way. There is a ‘curry’ which is standard. MC said that the curry is seasoned with fish bones and entrails.  They would replenish your curry on the house if you wanted more. MC wasn’t too sure about the sol kadi. I asked for seconds in any case. There were rice and rotis. The latter an alien concept to eat with fish for Bengalis and Goans too according to MC. What varies in the thalis are what she calls the ‘item numbers’. The meat or fish dish of your choice.

I saw the movie Jaws when I was 5 yrs old at Rasht, Iran. Was terrified and shut my eyes. Asked my mom to tell me when they didn’t show the beach on the screen. I couldn’t get back into the water for years after that. Even swimming pools. So I readily agreed when MC suggested that we order a Mori or Baby Shark thaali.

The Mori was served in a Gomantak styled gravy. So I got to put the Mangalorean versus Gomantak debate to rest. The first thing that struck me was that the Gomantak curry was a lot spicier than the Mangalorean gassi that I ate at Apoorva yesterday. The Gassi had a tantalising sourness which was missing here. The Gomantak curry was fiery and was all about heat. It was more primordial than the rather flirtatious gassi. The gassi was smooth in its consistency. The Gomantak curry was choppy and earthy in its texture. The Gassi was coquettish. The Gomantak curry was all about raw passion. They were united in their coconut and chilli bases and were yet polar opposites. Come to think of it you can use the idiom of Bollywood to bring out the differences.

Gomatak curry. The black skin is that of kokum

Apoorva’s Mangalorean tamarind infused Gassi

To me the Gassi was about the intense and yet restrained passion between Amitabh Bachchan and Rekha in the song Salam E Ishq.  The Gomantak curry on the other hand was peppy, lively, uncomplicated, catchy, feet tapping and connected immediately. More in the Malaika Arora’s Munni badnam hui genre.Click on the links and you will get what I am trying to say.

The mutton masala seemed a lot paler in comparison to the fish curry. Looked fiercer than it tasted. MC pointed out that this was without kokum. We ordered a side order of fried prawns. These were a bit too salty and over fried. Lunch was almost over when I remembered and ordered my favourite Gomantak dish, Bombil or Bombay Duck fry. Again the batter was a bit salty. But the soft, succulent, juicy, cuddly fish made up for it. This was a fitting finale for the lunch.

The two of us ate for Rs 165 or about 3.5 USD. As MC later tweeted, Day of total chaos. Lunch was the only sane point.” Well, Pradeep Gomantak was that sort of place. What ‘Happy Meals’ are really all about.


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