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Simple Home-Cooked Garlic Chicken

By Tahira

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I love garlic. I love Chicken. So, this time I thought why not make a delectable delicacy out of the two.

A friend of mine had just shifted base to NCR after spending a decade in the Silicon Valley of India (Bangalore). Somewhat morose and trying to adjust to the idiosyncrasies of the Jat Land (Gurgaon), Amrita would often call me up. So, one fine day I just dropped in at her place impromptu to give her a surprise.

Well, indeed she was. We both ended up chatting for long when suddenly she came up with the idea, “ lets concoct up something in my kitchen.” So instead of placing an order for lunch, we immediately donned the chef’s hat. Amrita’s kitchen had almost everything. So, we dint have to worry much to make Garlic Chicken along with soy bean rice.

I must say that we enjoyed the sumptuous lunch of Garlic Chicken and Soybean Rice accompanied by some red wine. Yes, though the latter part may sound a little westernized for Indian homes, nonetheless, since we both are gourmets, it goes without saying that the wine goblets exuded the essence of the entire activity – the grand lunch that we had. Here’s the recipe.

garlic 1Ingredients

  • ŸChicken 500 grams
  • ŸGarlic  15-17 cloves
  • ŸGinger  grated, 1 tea spoon
  • ŸGreen Chillies 2-3 (you can add more if you want)
  • ŸJulienned Onion 1 large
  • ŸYogurt ¼ cup
  • ŸLemon Juice 1 teaspoon
  • ŸWhole cloves 6-8
  • ŸWhole Cardamoms 5-7
  • ŸPinch of turmeric (optional)
  • ŸOlive Oil 3 tablespoons
  • ŸSalt to Taste

Method

Make a paste with ginger, 10 cloves of garlic, lemon juice, yogurt and a pinch of salt. Marinate the chicken in this paste for at least four hours. Now take a heavy-bottomed pan and heat olive oil in it. Keep the flame low. Smash the remaining garlic pods and throw in the oil along with cloves and cardamoms. Sauté for a few minutes. Believe me the aroma released from the spices were absolutely to die for.

Now add the onions and fry till they become translucent. Add the marinated chicken along with cloves and cardamoms and turmeric. Sprinkle some salt according to your taste. Add a little water and cover with a lid. Cook slowly on a low flame while stirring constantly for around 20 minutes. Remove from stove, garnish with coriander leaves and serve hot with rice.

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Simple Kadhai Chicken Without Capsicums

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This weekend I had a gala time. My ex-flatmate had been inviting me over to her place in Gurgaon for a long time now. Finally we met after almost a lapse of one year. Now, when two Bengalis meet, food has to make its way into the conversations. So it did. We were so overwhelmed by the fact that, we both ended up deciding that lets cook chicken for dinner. Within an hour the raw chicken arrived and we both arranged all other ingredients in a hurry. I being the gourmet, again dawned the chef’s hat to toss up Kadhai Chicken.

The Kadhai is a not-so-deep or not-so-shallow frying that is idiosyncratic to every Indian kitchen. To know more about Kadhai, you can click on http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Karahi.

Capsicum is usually used to make this delicacy, but since we were short of time and of course ingredients, I opted for the simplest way to make this delectable delicacy. Here’s how:

onions and tomatoesIngredients

  • Chicken 500 grams cut and cleaned
  • 1 big onion finely sliced
  • 1 big tomato finely chopped
  • 2  table spoons ginger-garlic paste
  • 3 whole dried red chillis
  • 2 table spoons of coriander seeds (dhania)
  • 2 bay leaves (tej patta)
  • Coriander leaves (dhania patta)
  • 3 table spoons of oil
  • Salt according to taste

Method:

Begin by grinding the red chillies and the coriander seeds into a coarse powder and keep aside. Heat the required quantity of oil in a kadhai and add the bay leaves. After a few seconds add the sliced onions and sauté till it turns brownish. Then add the ginger-garlic paste and fry for a minute; add the above-mentioned coarse powder. Add the chopped tomatoes and pinch of salt. Stir for sometime until the tomatoes blend well with the masala. Now add the chicken pieces and stir vigorously until it mixes well with the masala. Pour a little water and  a pinch of salt and cover with a lid. Cook till chicken becomes tender. Sprinkle some garam masala and turn off gas. Serve with rice or roti.

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How A Restauranteur Would Have Responded To The Lemp Incident

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Ankush Kumar, our fellow writer and also the owner of Patna’s biggest theme restaurant In-Flight Kitchen, created on a theme of an airplane, in this first ever Q&A on Mission Sharing Knowledge talks of how he sees the Lemp incident, how much impact can the social media make and how would he have tackled the incident.

1. Are online reviews equally powerful as others? Should they be given so much importance? How much attention would you give to viral promotion vis-a-vis traditional ones which these days have a perception of being “bought”?

AK: In an age where the ‘taar’ is going out of fashion because of the internet, today when we have rural India selling cows and buffaloes on OLX, it would be foolish to ignore the power of the web. The guests who visits restaurants in urban India today and are ready to pay for their service are the ones who are constantly updating their lives through their smartphones. These online user reviews are definitely a huge plus for any business. It is an added indicator to improve on our shortcomings. Having said that it is not the only parameter to judge one’s performance. In todays age we cannot keep a single parameter in isolation. Its the total package that counts.

2. Do you bother about online reviews on portals and do you answer back negative ones and try resolve consumers who go bonkers?

AK:  I don’t know about the established set ups, sometimes they do ignore complaints. But since I am just seven months old in the business of hospitality, and food has been a passion that drives me, I pay heed to each response and try to improve on that. There are regional hazards one faces for example since my restaurant is in Patna my stewards are not comfortable with english language, but I have trained them to understand that being polite and courteous needs no language. It is universal. Reviews online are updated only when the guest is appalled, we ensure it doesnt reach to that level. Hence all our online reviews so far have been positive.

3. If something similar to Lemp happens to your restaurant, how would you deal with the situation?

AK: I have never been to Lemp. Though I know a few people who have suffered similar heartburns with their service and attitude. See very few people today run a restaurant to generate profits, most of them do it to manage their capital. People like me always dreamt of having restaurants. If you have a team that shares the same passion such issues will never arise. If such an incident happens at InFlight Kitchen in my absence first I will go through the cctv footage to ensure that the guests complaints are genuine. And after that will compensate my guests the way they want it. And finally heads will roll.

4. What learning lesson you think can be learnt from this incident?

AK: If you as a boss are brash by nature go open a petrol pump, not a restaurant. Every hotel management institute teaches you to treat your guests well. If you cannot inculcate that aspect in your team you might as well not run the restaurant. Handling irate customers is your job so is to respect their sensibilities.

5. Have you as a consumer faced something like this when you went to eat out?

AK: I have faced similar situations many a times, but unlike the people who took the pains to write a documented proof of their harrasment I chose to ignore it. Also the dissatisfaction i faced did not go this far.

Dilli ki Hawa – 2

This is the second part of the Dilli ki Hawa series by Sampurna Majumder, where she talks about her acquaintance of with K, the ‘bad girl’ of her PG accommodation.

I was on the verge of finishing with my studies at the University. Five years just went by in a spree. It was the last day of our final exams. I was happy as well as a bit worried about as to what lay ahead of this. Despite complaining so much about classes and assignments I felt a sense of void; a thought seeped in what next?? Job? Well, I was gaping for an answer.

However I was not the one to give up. I ran from pillar to post and managed a job with a travel magazine at south Delhi. The pay being very basic, I had to relocate somewhere nearby. After some house-hunting I found an accommodation  at Gautam Nagar, a rather down market area compared to the posh localities of south Delhi. I managed a small room with an even smaller bathroom. The area allotted as kitchen had more of cockroaches and  not to mention I shared the room with another lodger and a few mice as well. The mice were nice I must say, for, they used to ‘sing’ for us at night. I thought, what would I have to do anyways; because I will be in office for nine hours then come back, gulp down something and hit the bed. Perfect for a beginning I suppose. I moved in.

stylish_girlJ was my roommate who was preparing for her MBA entrance exams. Her appearance reminded me of the typical laborious student, spectacles with thick glasses. The room opposite to ours always intrigued me. I was told it had a lodger but even after seven days of moving in, I never got to see her. I was also told or rather warned by the landlady that K, the lodger was not the kind to be messed with. According to her, the latter was sort of a ‘bad girl’ and I must maintain a distance from her, just as the others did.

My landlady’s warning made me curious and I longed to meet this ‘bad girl’. Exactly after a week, as I entered my chummery in the evening, I bumped into a tall girl sporting a sexy outfit which enhanced her ‘size zero’ figure. I immediately recognized her to be none other than K, the so-called ‘bad girl’.

Exchange of a dry smile followed by an even dry line from K, ‘new lodger in the chummery, right?’

‘Yes’, followed my answer.

Over the next few days I bumped into K often and our communication increased to a few more sentences than our first meeting. Sometimes she would offer me her breakfast. Sometimes she would ask me if I would join her for a cup pf coffee. One fine evening, rather late evening I went up to the terrace for an after-dinner-walk. I spotted K perched comfortably on the boundary wall and smoking. She greeted me. I went up to her and our conversation started. I learnt K was the second of her four siblings and she hailed from a small town named Hissar in Haryana. According to her, the town had very few good ‘English medium’ schools. Now, though she had the privilege of studying in one of them, she was to be married off  to a rich businessman ( in this case a farmer ) after she passed out her high school. Her destiny was sealed. However, K was determined to make her own destiny. She dint want to ‘die’ so soon. She wanted to live. So, one fine day K ran off from her house and landed in Delhi. She did numerous odd jobs and finally ended up as a small- time model. And now she was here. She told me that she wanted to make it big in the world of showbiz and so she has plans to move base to Bombay and try her luck there. She also told me that some acquaintance of hers named Mr. D has connections with the film industry.

One Saturday evening, I was sitting at a pub in Greater Kailash with a friend, while suddenly I spotted K with a sturdy looking man. She came up to me and introduced the man as Mr. D. His very appearance put me off a little.

After that, I spotted the duo more than once at different places from Saket to Khan Market to Gurgaon.

After a month when I got a little bored with my daily routine, I went back home for a break. When I came back after a fortnight, I was told that K left the day before. K’s absence made me a little gloomy. I asked the other lodgers and even the landlady has she left behind any contact details or does anybody know where she might have headed for. No one came up with a concrete answer.

I had to let her go. However, her thoughts lingered in my mind.

A couple of years later, I made a trip to Bombay to visit my cousin. I was pretty excited as it was my maiden trip to the city of dreams. I made sure that my cousin took me to Bombay’s landmark areas such as Juhu Beach, Marine Drive and the like. Apart from these she made sure that I take a joyride in the world famous Bombay local.

That day me along with my cousin were supposed to visit Juhu Beach. We boarded the train from Borivali. We were supposed to get down at Ville Parle. As the train approached Ville Parle, we got down in a rush. Even in that crowded platform all of a sudden my eyes fell on someone very familiar. A couple who was hurrying down the platform. I immediately recognized them. It was K with a man and no it was not Mr. D. K was all decked up with jewellery and an elegantly attired ethnic outfit. I called out her name. But… she was lost in the crowd…

I did find her, however this time her mask had fallen off.

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