Showing posts with label Snack. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Snack. Show all posts

Thursday, August 9, 2012

Mushroom Curry Puffs & The Devil didn't wear Prada

Errr ............ and you thought that the Devil wears Prada ........ well yes she does in the movie, otherwise who knows !! 
I folded my jeans quickly and hurriedly closed the car door and ran towards the steps of this store. It was raining cats and dog that Sunday evening. I had waited the entire day for the rains to stop ....... but no ! And it was the final day of sale at one of  the clothing outlets. Not sure if a sale means anything to you but for me it does ........ a lot !!. Especially if it is clothes n shoes. Yah I am like every other girl next door who has never enough clothes or shoes.
This one I met was nothing close to Meryl Streep, not even her age. May be in her early thirties. Jeans and a short kurta, kohl laden eyes, bold shade of lip color and silver toe rings is what I could capture in a glance. We women have to agree that we are equally good at scanning the same sex if not better. And I am no exception. She pushed me aside and barged into one of the rooms caring little of the ones waiting outside for their turn, including me. I wished to give her a piece of my mind but sometimes it's better to let go.
So here I was waiting with a pile of clothes at the trial room along with few others. The wait seems exceptionally long when you are on the other side of the trail room.

I was getting impatient with an equally impatient husband. And there were many more tortured faces (read husbands'/ boyfriends') a little far from the women's trial room. It seemed the perfect occasion for the ladies to take revenge. A tired looking sales girl with a fake smile stood outside counting and folding garments. My eyes were glued on the doors of these rooms ........ the bolts would turn from "Occupied" to "Vacant". And at the door would be an anxious lady waiting for a positive remark. Every remark appeared the same irrespective of the person ......... an affirmation. There were only  few brave men who would still had the guts to go back n scan women clothing's and again get into the loop of an indefinite wait outside the trail room.

Suddenly the clothes picked by the women next to me started  looking prettier than mine ....... happens with me many times. And I would start cursing myself for not having picked that. But would not go pick that even if it is hanging in the hanger next to me. That's called typical "women syndrome". 

"Thud" ........ opened one of the doors after a long wait. The sales girl outside counted the garments and handed  those over to me. I took my own sweet time checking myself out in every angle possible in all the mirrors  ......... I  was in no hurry. I was finally inside the trial room !

Preparation Time - 45 mnts


Frozen puff pastry, thawed - 2 sheets
1 egg yolk whisked with 1 tsp milk for egg wash

Mushroom - 1/2 Pound
Onions - 1 (Medium Size)
Ginger Garlic Paste - 1/2 tsp
Soy Sauce - 1 tsp
Chilli Sauce - 1/2 tsp
Vinegar- 1/2 tsp
Tomato Sauce - 1 tsp
Garam Masala Powder - 1 pinch
Salt per taste
Oil for cooking

Method of Preparation

1.  Clean mushrooms and pat dry. Chop finely. Finely chop onions.
2.  Cut pastry sheets into desired shapes after thawing.
3. In a wok add some oil. When hot add finely chopped onions and saute till they get caramalized. Now add the ginger garlic paste till there is now raw smell.
4. Add mushrooms and  saute till all the moisture evaporates and mushrooms get cooked.
5. Add salt and garam masala.
6. Add all the sauces and vinegar one by one starting with soy sauce. Stir in. Remove from flame and let it cool.
7.Roll out the pastry to one inch wider on each side. Cut 3 inch circles of the puff pastry. Place a bit of filling in the center. Brush the edges with egg wash and cover with another circle of pastry. Crimp the edges with a fork.

Bake at 400 F for 15-20 minutes until puffed and golden brown. Cool for a few minutes but serve warm. Store in an airtight container. They are yummy cold too :D

Tuesday, May 22, 2012

Nothing political about this Vegetable Cutlet

I am not a person who is interested in politics ........ Long time ago I did learn about the political system of the country in my Civics lessons . I was left with no choice but to mug it up for the heck of passing my exams. I am aware that people who make it to the parliament and like wise are called "politicians". And in the recent times the common man who elects and empowers such people is called a civilian.
Every alternate day there are scandals, corruption is rampant and then of-course inflation.There are a lot of things to complain about.
And then there are forums and discussions about various issues across TV Channels where people scream their lungs out to make a point. But I have never been able to pull these kinda discussions together. But the man in the house is quite my opposite, he gets it all ....... not something unusual huh !!
These days our self proclaimed mullahs and messiahs (politicians) are debating on a bill about women's rights on the husbands property after separation. Quite a fancy topic to grab any persons attention ....... I believe the men would be equally interested as much as the women about the outcome of this proposal !!

In a country where it's still unsafe for a woman to walk on the streets after dusk, where women have nowhere to urinate when they are in a public place .Women are supposed to exercise yogic control over their bursting bladders, especially when they travel.Can we please first talk about our "basic" rights !!
Subhadra who has studied only till the fifth standard and can hardly write her name is in the same boat as me. She has much to bother about and is least interested to know what these Neta's across political parties got to say about the women empowerment bill and women property rights after divorce from her husband. But she knows her mathematics well .......... Give her a hundred rupees note and she will hand you the exact change without faltering.
Widowed at a very young age she was left alone to fight with her destiny with two more hungry mouths. Her days were long and nights dark ........ no political system in the country could get food to her plate. She ran errands for the affluent class in her village and worked on their farms. With the mere savings that she had, she gathered enough courage to leave the village and head towards the city. She is a fruit vendor in the city market for many years now. She looks happy and content with life.
There are many more Subhadra's in every nook and corner of the country. And let me tell you, they are not left to the mercy of the lawmakers who are fighting over it on the name of vote bank politics.
I know I am a bit too late to mention about "Women's Day" The world celebrated it with much glee ........ March 8th to be precise !! And with women holding the highest office in this country ....... My demand is for "Basic Rights" !! Are the women in power listening ??

This is a vegetable cutlet that you can eat guilt free .......

Preparation Time - 1 hour
Serves - 4
Boiled and mashed potato - 2 cups
Carrot - 1/2 cup
Beetroot - 1/2 cup
Green chilies - 1 tsp finely chopped
Ginger garlic paste - 1 tsp
Garam Masala - 1/2 tsp
Oil - 2 tsp
Semolina - 1/2 cup
Salt to taste
Coriander leaves to garnish

Method of Preparation

1. Boil all the vegetables (carrot/ beetroot) till they are soft.
2 Cool and mash them. Add to the mashed potatoes and mix well.
3 In a pan, add some oil. When warm add chopped green chilies and ginger garlic paste. Saute for 3-4 minutes stirring constantly on medium flame.
4 Add the above mixture and mix well. Add salt and garam masala as well. Stir for 4- 5 minutes and remove from flame. Let the mixture cool.
5. Pinch out small amount of the mixture and give desired shape. Roll on the semolina
6 Take little oil in a shallow pan. When hot, shallow fry. Make sure the oil is hot enough else the cutlet will break.
7. Garnish with chopped coriander.

Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Bruschetta & Some after thoughts

I prefer the road side Chaiwala to CCD or Starbucks any day. First because the Chai tastes much better here …… plus it is hassle free. There is no need to add milk and sugar and stir it. Convenient enough for me. Tea to me has to be Chai, Masala Chai or Adrak wali Chai. I still don’t understand the lingo of Green Tea, Decaf Tea and all that. As soon as Chotu handed me my masala chai I dunked a biscuit into it and slurped it noisily without the fear of being judged. Irrespective of the city or the tea stall, there is always a lanky looking Chotu in every stall. Much said about Chai and Chotu ……. I was there at one of the oldest Chai stalls waiting to catch up with a friend of mine…. It was the same small noisy place where the common man pays five rupees for a chai …….. a place where you can shout out to Chotu for another cup or for fetching u a packet of biscuit ……… nothing fancy !

This used to be my favorite hangout spot during college days. A place to unwind and talk about the day and muse about useless things. Now there is a mall across the street. The place looks busier than before. I leaned against my scooter sipping chai while I waited for a friend of mine. I was distracted by an old woman and a kid at the other side of the road. They were like two playful kittens playing with a bundle of clothes, totally ignorant of the crowd around them.

But then this black Audi that vroomed in was good enough to distract me from the playful duo. I checked out the car. Driving an Audi in this part of the country is a big deal I tell ya. Also you dare ignore the lady who stepped out from it ……… she was flawless. Designer Clothes, handbag and six inches stilettos! I smelled Dolce n Gabana too. I believe the other girl who stepped out with her was her domestic help, Maya.

Memshaab would have uttered her name a thousand times in the last five minutes. Maya this …… Maya that , without giving that poor girl a chance to breathe. Certainly she is the most indispensable part of her life ……. which is pretty much understandable. Memsaab will not be able to bear the loads of her shopping and walk in the six inches had Maya not been there. All hells would break loose without her. Not to forget the cranky toddler in the stroller she had brought along who was constantly licking a piece of chocolate and poor Maya wiping his face every time with a fresh piece of paper towel. Well this fiasco went on for a while till Memsaab handed a thousand rupees note to Maya signaling her to take the kid to the play area.

My attention shifted back to the playful duo on the footpath. They were bubbly and playful. My phone beeped. This friend of mine had to drop out in the last moment for some urgent work. I saw the kid running after a Gubbarewala wanting for a balloon …….. like every other kid she longed for one. The Gubbarewala shooed the little girl away. She was scared and disappointed …… tears rolled down her cheeks. I saw her hide behind one of the parked cars staring at the balloons from a distance. I handed the Gubbarewala a five rupee note and asked him to handover a balloon to the kid as I watched from a distance. The duo again burst out into laughter as the balloon fluttered and danced in the air.

I started my scooter, heading homewards and with a lurking thought ……… Can happiness be bought ??

It's Spring time and with Summer just round the corner, this is a perfect recipe that can be done in a jiffy. Great for those fun filled family picnics or even as a camp food. You can also eat it if you have those hunger pangs and when you are so not in the mood of cooking.

Preparation Time - 15 minutes

Brushetta (can be replaced with any other bread) - Cut into 8 medium slices
Ripe Avocado - 1
Cucumber Sliced - 1 Cup
Red Onions Sliced - 1/2 Cup
Red Cherry Tomatoes cut into halves - A handful
Cilantro - for garnishing
Red Pepper flakes - 1/2 tsp
Olive Oil - 2 tsp
Lime Juice - 1 tsp
Fresh Cracked Pepper
Salt per taste

Method of Preparation

1. Drizzle a generous amount of Olive oil on the sliced bruschetta and sprinkle some pepper on it. Put it inside the over at 350 degrees F for about 10 minutes.
2. In the mean time drizzle 1 tsp of oil on a pan and pan roast the cherry tomatoes till they turn soft and mushy.
3. Scoop out the flesh of Avocado. Give it a rough mash. Add salt, pepper, chili flakes and lime juice and mix well.
4. Once the bruschetta is out of the oven, top it with mashed avocado, slices of cucumber, onion and tomatoes.

Sunday, March 4, 2012

Savory Fenugreek Cookies & The Thirsty Crow

How many times have you heard or for that matter even narrated the story of the ‘thirsty crow’? I have lost count of it …….. Being the most talkative one in our entire dynasty I loved narrating stories as much as I did listening to them. Sometimes I would twist the old conventional stories and fill it with my own imaginative colors to make it a little more interesting. But I never fiddled with the moral of the story. It always ended with the same note ‘Hard work pays off’. 
But I was in no mood for hard work this morning. I am still in the inertia of vacation. The jingle of my lil sister’s wedding bells has faded away, the cacophony of friends and relatives has also melted,  a shopaholic like me shudders at the very name of shopping (although it is just a temporary phenomenon) ……. All I want now is simply stretch my legs and stay cuddled in bed, even when the clock shows 8.30 am on a weekday. The icing on the cake - getting undivided attention of my parents, now that the younger one is gone for good ….. (evil  grin) and being pampered till the extent of getting spoilt. I ignored the ticking clock. The sun rays came piercing on my face as the cool morning breeze swayed the window curtains.  I buried my face into the pillow trying to ignore the sun as well as the constant chatter of Jayanti …… the next most important and indispensable person for Maaafter her family.  She is our domestic help.  If uninterrupted Jayanti can go on for hours complaining about her drunkard and unemployed husband and her nagging mother in law. How much we women love ‘talking’ about our husband and in-laws, no matter to what strata of society we belong to. It was one of those days when she was in the mood of lashing out. Her voice was only getting louder as she scrubbed the utensils vigorously. She was perhaps venting out all her anger and frustration on the lifeless plates and saucers. After all she was the single bread earner for a family of five.  At last I gave up and dragged myself out of the bed.
I rubbed my eyes and walked sluggishly towards the lawn signaling mom for a cup of tea. I picked the newspaper and smelled it. I sniff my newspaper before reading it.  I love the smell of a fresh newspaper and new books. I started with the last page of the newspaper reading my zodiac. There was nothing interesting, so I moved on to browsing local ads to check various deals and sale. I quickly flipped through the pages and read the main news in bits and pieces ……. As always it was about some corrupt Neta or the sky rocketing fuel prices. Jayanti was there with my cup of tea …….. 

As I sipped I noticed a crow sitting on the roof of the house across the street. Water was overflowing from the overhead water tank of that building. This smart crow perched over the pipe and was drinking the water from the overflowing tank. It was cawing …….. as if trying to signal the crow clan about an easy and smart source of water. After some time some more crows joined in. So has the moral of the story of the crow drinking water changed with time? Perhaps!

Preparation Time – 60 minutes

Makes – 30 small cookies


All Purpose Flour / Maida – 1 Cup
Gram Flour/ Besan – ½ cup

Semolina/ Suji – 2 tsp

Unsalted Butter at room temperature – 2/3 cup

Dry Fenugreek leaves – 2 tsp

Cumin – 1 tsp

Salt – 2 tsp (per taste)

Sugar- 1 tsp

Black Pepper – ½ tsp

Baking Powder – ½ tsp

Method of Preparation
Mix All Purpose Flour, Gram Flour and Baking Powder. Sieve to remove any   lumps. Now add the semolina, salt, sugar, cumin, fenugreek leaves and black pepper to it. Again mix all the  ingredients uniformly.
Take the butter at room temperature. Add small amount of the above mixture and mix with the help of a spatula. Repeat till all the dry mixture is added to the butter.  Now with your hands knead the dough till uniform and soft. Keep the dough covered for about 30    minutes. 
Pinch out small balls from the dough and put them on a baking sheet.
Preheat oven to 250 F.
Bake for about 10 – 15 minutes or till the cookies look slightly brown.
Remove on a cooling rack. Cool and store in an airtight container. 

Serving Tips

It’s a savory cookie. Serve with tea/ coffee.

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

The humble Poha ...

So what if I am lazy ? Don't grin ..... all of us are at some point or the other. I decided to have some 'My Time' this weekend. J decided to have his 'My Time' too (Copy Cat !!). Alas the tummy won't take a break and we both won't move a spoon. Thank God, the local Pizzeria came to our rescue.J played perfect gentleman and went with 'Ladies First'
So 'Saturday' was my day and Sunday his...

If self indulgence is a SIN then so be it ! I am ready to go to hell. But every moment of 'My Time' was heavenly.
Started with a warm hair oil massage.
An exotic bath with intoxicating sea salt and spa candles. Light and soothing music in the background. It was spa treatment on a dime.
Basking in the warm winter sun cuddled up and flipping through some magazines.
A blissful afternoon nap.
Trips to the kitchen and finishing a tub of ice cream without J's constant reminders of my 'muffin top'.
Having the TV remote all to myself and juggling between my favorite channels ... 'Food Network', HGTV and Travel !
Browsing through all those lovely blogs and drooling over the picts on Food Gawker ....
Time just flew .... yah good times are short lived !

Sunday was J's day .... Phew !! His day began and ended on the sofa. It was movie marathon for him and it ended with the commencing of the 83rd Oscar ceremony. Thankfully his new found love, the 'BOSE - Lifestyle' was there to give him company. All the Haldiram Mixture packets were emptied and there was munching and pop corns all over the floor. Somebody found bliss spending the entire day on the sofa minus a nagging wife !!

Bang came Monday morning. 'My Time' or whatever was long over and the wife's wagging tongue was ready to take on the week ... A warm bowl of poha for breakfast to start the day and a long list of complaints !

Preparation Time - 15 minutes
Serves 2
Thick Poha/ Beaten Rice - 1 cup
Dry Roasted Peanuts - a handful
Green Peas - 1/3 cup
Cumin Seeds - 1/2 tsp
Green Chilies - 2
Sugar - 1/2 tsp
Turmeric Powder - 1 small pinch
Salt per taste
Lime Juice - 1 tbsp
Coriander leaves for garnishing
Oil for cooking

Method of Preparation

1 Soak the Poha in water till soft. Drain the water completely and keep aside.
2 Add about 2 tsp of oil in a wok/ kadhai. Add chopped green chilies to it and cumin seeds. When the oil is warm and begins to sputter add a pinch of turmeric powder.
3 Add green peas and fry for one minute. Add the roasted peanuts too. Add the drained Poha.
4 Add sugar and salt and mix well. Stir for one minute. Add lime juice and remove from heat.
5 Garnish with chopped coriander.

Serving Tips
Serve Warm

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Vada .... & Chennai Times !!

After running around the entire day collecting my documents and tickets and making it to the airport (just on time) I was finally breathing. I was traveling to Chennai almost after two decades. The last time I had visited, it was with my parents in 1991. Then I was a school going girl. Chennai was not Chennai ..... it was called Madras.As I finally settled down and was sipping the piping hot Kafi (Coffee) that the air hostess served, I remembered the good old days when I had travelled with my parents ...... the memories were still fresh in my mind. The paper masala dosa at 'Das Prakash' , the tender coconut water at Marina Beach, shopping at T Nagar and Pary's Corner. I had just finished my Kafi when the air hostess announced that we were landing in Chennai Airport. I collected my luggage and walked up the pre paid taxi counter 'Akbar Travels', as recommended by my neighbor uncle in Bangalore. "Courtyard Marriot" I said as I handed two hundred rupee notes at the counter.
A dark skinny guy with a bushy mustache asked me to follow him to the taxi stand. He pointed towards an 'Ambassador' as he hurried towards it. I had not travelled in an Ambassador for ages now ...... I thought only the politicians travel by it in this era. 'Thud' ..... he closed the door.
Posters of Rajnikanth adored the interiors of the car. The Chennai Traffic was equally bad as Bangalore's.
To strike a conversation with the taxi driver I began 'Anna, looks like you are a big fan of Rajnikanth'.In the mirror I could see the grin on his face nodding in affirmation to my question, as if it was some kind of recognition for him.
Yah I know he is the most famous of all South Indian Hero's, I said trying to show how up to date I was on the Tamil film Industry. Bang came his reply ' Naaaat Hero Madam ...... he is Suuuuper Hero'. I nodded and preferred to maintain my silence. The next word I had with him was 'Thank you' when I tipped this guy on reaching The Marriot.
"Complementary Breakfast ", the lady told me handing over my room keys. I could not wait to throw myself in the bed after this long tiring day. I woke up only the next day morning when the room service called me to remind me of their complementary Breakfast. I gathered all my documents and laptop and walked to the cafe for breakfast. Gossh, the breakfast tables had everything from Continental to South Indian. I thought sticking to the South Indian menu was a better option ...... I could not think of any place better than Chennai to try the South Indian snacks. I filled my plates with little bit of everything and walked back to the breakfast nook. But the one thing that I fell in love with was the 'Vada'. It was crunchy from out side ans soft inside. Seeing my love for south indian food, the Chef walked up to me. I chatted with him as I sipped the filtered coffee.The chef was generous to share his secret recipe.

I was able to finish my work by afternoon and had little time to catch up with some friends in the evening. For an shopaholic like me, it would be a crime not to go to T Nagar ..... I shopped till dead and rushed back to the airport for my return flight.
Till date I religiously follow the tips given by the Chef of Marriot when it comes to Vada. I had been working hard on getting the perfect shape ...... earlier they looked nothing close to a Vada ( they used to be in all kind of shapes ----- Amoeba/ Paramecium. The first time I tried doing it at my in-laws place, my mother in law almost fainted seeing the shapes of my Vada) !! But with practise I am in much better shape !
And I would recommend Vada with Filter Kaafi. I can vouch for it.

Preparation Time 30 minutes


Split Urad Daal - 1 cup
Semolina - 1 tsp
Baking Powder - 1 pinch
Finely Chopped Onion - 1/4 cup
Chopped Green Chili - 1 tsp
Chopped Curry Leaves - 1 tsp
Whole Black Pepper - few
Salt per taste

Method of Preparation

1 Soak the daal for couple of hours. Dry grind it ( only sprinkle a little water if needed).
2 Remove the Urad daal paste to another vessel and beat it using your hand to make it a little fluffy.
3 Add all the remaining Ingredients to it and mix well.
4 Heat oil in a kadhai.
5 Make flat dumplings with your hand and drop into the oil. Fry till golden brown on both sides.
6 Remove to a paper towel.

Serving Tips
Serve warm with coffee/ tea.

Do not make the Urad Daal batter runny. To adjust the consistency, you may add more semolina.
You may also use whole Urad Daal.
Add salt only towards the end before frying it.

Saturday, October 16, 2010

Alu Chop

If you see a bee line before an old rickety looking 'Thela' at Old Station Bazar road in Bhubaneswar ... then don't hesitate to join the Que. If you categorize yourself as a health and cleanliness freak who would only dine in restaurants that make it to the Page 3 of the leading news papers and drink mineral water, then ignore it . All I can say is you are missing a lot in life and you can buy my words for that.
Like someone has quoted 'Don't judge a book by it's cover', I would say don't judge this mobile Desi fast food joint by it's look. I have seen this cart smudged with the ugliest looking blue color since I was a child. Only the blue color and the hand written 'Jalakhiya' (Jalakhiya = Nashta in Hindi) has faded over time. Everything else remains the same. The taste of the Alu Chop, Singada (Samosa), Anda Chop (Egg Chop), Chingudi Chop (Prawn Chop) is as delectable as it used to be even fifteen years back.
I was standing in this long Que after a long gap of seven years just to have a bite of his delicious 'Alu Chop'. In fact it was J's idea as he could not give in to the temptation as we were walking past by that way.
Gopal Kaka the owner of this Thela has seen me from the time I held my father's finger and walked up to his Thela. As a kid I would have made innumerable trips to his cart .... especially when it rained. He looked at me from a distance. It was the same warm look ..... yes I was amused that he recognized me even after so many years. Only this time I could see that age had taken a toll on his appearance. His hair was grey and his face had more wrinkles than I could count. But his enthusiasm and energy level had not reduced a bit. He never got tired smiling at the crowd and talking to them. His wrinkled face had the same old charm. He was talking to his old customers and enquiring about their family and what their kids were doing. And he tried striking a cord with the new ones as he dropped the alu (potato) dipped batter into the hot oil.
Soon the gap between us and the cart shrunk. He looked at me and the 'new face' with me . I could see the happy disbelief on his face. 'Arey kete bada hai galuni' (Can't believe that you have grown up ) he said looking at me. I introduced J to Gopal Kaka. The expression on his face was as pure as his heart.
He quickly wrapped some hot Alu Chop in a 'Khali Patra' (Plate made from dry leaves) before putting it in the plastic bag. I stood in utter disbelief that he remembered what I relished after so many years. When J handed him the money, he grabbed him by his side and gave him a hug. He put the money back into J's pocket. I saw his eyes go wet ..... and so was mine. I felt very small before this old guy selling some snacks to make a living. But I tried hiding my tears as I walked back home.
Every time I prepare 'Alu Chop', I remember this man. And because he knew that I was going to miss his 'Alu Chop' across the seas, he handed me his secret recipe.
He taught me one of the biggest lessons of life ' People remember you by the good deeds you do. They won't remember you for the fortune you leave behind'.
No matter how hard I try I don't match up to Gopal Kaka's Alu Chop ....... the most important ingredient called 'Love' is not available over the counter !!!

Preparation Time - 40 minutes
Serves 3


For the Alu masala
Potato - 3 mid size
Green Chili - 3
Garlic cloves - 6/7
Mustard seeds - 1/3 tsp
Curry leaves - few
Turmeric - One pinch
Salt per taste
For the Batter
Besan - 2/3 cup
Red Chili Powder - 1/2 tsp
Coriander Powder - 1/2 tsp
Turmeric - 1 pinch
Salt per taste

Oil for deep frying

Method of preparation

1 Mix Besan + Red Chili Powder +Coriander Powder + Turmeric + Salt per taste in a mixing bowl. Add a little water and mix well to form a thick batter. Do not make the batter runny else it will be difficult to coat the Potato masala.
Keep aside.
2 Boil and mash the Potato. Crush the garlic. Chop the green chilies.
3 In a pan heat a little oil. When hot add the mustard seeds to sputter. Add the crushed garlic and chilies, fry for a minute. Also add curry leaves.
4 Now add the mashed potatoes along with a pinch of turmeric and salt per taste. Mix well. Remove and let it cool.
5 Form small balls of the mashed potato masala.
6 Heat oil in a kadhai. When hot, dip the potato balls into the batter and coat uniformly. Deep fry.
7 Remove to paper towel.

Serving Tips
Serve warm with you choice of sauce or chutney.

Do not make the batter runny/ watery. Add water slowly a little at a time.

You may add the chili per taste.

And yet another Sunshine Award from Soumya ...... Thanks Soumya for the sweet gesture and for sharing this with me.