Lunch at Café Terra

Breaking our day-long work-related discussions on a new project, my friend Shridevi and I decided to lunch at Café Terra, which is next door to NaVaRaSa, Shri’s entrepreneurial venture and an art and culture hub.
We started off with a lemon and coriander soup which is probably one of the tastiest soups I have savored in a long time. Lemony, peppery and clear except for the tiny chunks of paneer and finely chopped coriander dotting the soup bowl, it was extremely energizing, almost ambrosial. I’m a fan now, and would love to go back for this one.
Lunch was a mushroom and cheese sandwich made of brown bread. The bread was grilled and nicely buttered and the mushroom and cheese filling quite generous, only the portion a little small. I think I devoured it in no time! :-P
Shri ordered Hakka noodles which were nice, but in terms of taste the sandwich was way better. We rounded the meal with cold coffee as against the dessert, and I must say it was a wise choice. The tall glass with chilled coffee was creamy, just sweet and delicious.
Tucked away on one of the floors of a nondescript building, this little joint has quite a few fans I figure. I’m going back to try the Belgian breakfast (Shri recommends it) and I love the fact that you can order this any time of the day.
So Belgian Breakfast for lunch, it shall be!

April Summers and Heady Brews

April was adventurous in terms of sampling a variety of coffees and teas in and around Bangalore and Munnar. By the end of it I know, harsh winters or sultry summers, a cup of well-brewed coffee or tea entices you like none other.
My quick trip to the Mantri Square food court in Bangalore left me pretty disappointed. The counters were pretty much the same as elsewhere without any novelty. The only place that beckoned me was the cheery Hi!Chai outlet which prominently listed out its variety of teas on offer. I treated myself to a cup of piping hot tulsi chai and did a dekko of the mall with with cup in hand. The brew was refreshing-just enough milk, sugar and a heady brew of tea and tulsi all offering their flavours in perfect balance. It was the best part of the mall visit, especially on that day when the weather was perfect-gusty and windy with the skies threatened to tear open unleashing a torrent of rain.
Nelyani Gold from Kalmane Koffee was another new flavour I experimented with. But coffee with cardamom isn’t really my cup of umm coffee. The blend just didn’t seem to work for me. I love their plain filter coffee though; it’s probably the best in the city – full bodied flavour and a caffeine punch that works wonders!
Munnar was a discovery of a variety of tea brews and tastes. Sitting by the wayside ‘chaaya kada’ on the way to Munnar awakens your senses. You feel a sense of belonging with your surroundings and nothing worries you – all you want to do is soak up the soothing sunlight peeping out of thick, curly clouds and savouring tea that comes straight from the garden. The ginger tea served in glass tumblers was all spice and nice. Hot, sweet, satisfying and upping the happiness quotient exponentially.
The scary, nail-biting jeep drive to Kolukkumalai, one of the highest peaks leaves you with a sense of accomplishment. I firmly held on to the jeep railings until my fingers hurt, firming my grip further each time I looked down at the height we were at. The world’s highest organic tea garden, here the temperature suddenly drops and the chill in the air is surreal. All you see are mountain peaks swathed in green and acres of lush tea plantations covered in thick mist. A paper cup of organic tea is all you need to feel a sense of enhanced bliss. Just for a moment, when you sit by the pristine waters sipping the brew and grasping the full extent and exuberance of nature, you feel this is it. That sense of perfect happiness we clamour for all our lives.
The tea was delicious, never mind that it was tad sweeter than usual. Fresh and virgin, if you may say so and a pure taste that is hard to come by. I absolutely had to bring back some tea to savour a tiny part of that bliss, if nothing more. I’m sure the aroma of the cup of tea will bring those moments gushing back, those few moments of pure joy and happiness.

Good food but a bad, lazy pen!

The new year kick-started with a huge writer’s block and some memorable food experiences right at home! My trip to Cochin was errr…ummm… fattening. My mother-in-law loves pampering us with food, while I tuck in without a care. This time she taught me how to make TANG the right way. She whipped the juice in the mixer ensuring that the TANG, water and sugar indeed mix well. And as a refreshing twist, she added finely chopped apples and crushed mint before refrigerating the orange juice.
I think it was one of the best tasting juices I had in a long time. Do try it. Serve the orange juice in tall glasses, so you can see the cheery green mint and the cutesy tiny chopped apples floating on the surface. Gorgeous!
I also indulged my weakness for the ‘karela’ or bitter gourd. She deep fried them in oil and tossed it into a curry make of thick coconut base flavored with jeera, shallots, chillies and salt. If you love bitter gourd, you can’t stop eating this Karela-Kerala style! Shall post the recipe shortly!

Meanwhile, back in Bangalore, I hardly ventured beyond mall food courts in terms of eating out. So when I saw this picture of Café Mondo with an inviting sunny yellow exterior, I was tempted to pay them a visit. I dragged a reluctant husband and a food-happy baby to Café Mondo that is nestled on one of the nicer roads of Basavangudi.
The place is nice, with an old-world café charm that you usually associate with cafes abroad. No fluorescent, plasticky chairs nor an over dose of orange and green interiors. Muted colors, some interesting knick-knacks, trivia on coffee and cafes that you could read while waiting for your order and comfortable seating that puts you at ease – I liked it until now. We dropped in at lunch time, so we skipped the caffeine and tackled food instead. The menu is completely vegetarian, so I was more than happy to have the whole menu to pick from, not some measly 1/8th of a menu that you miss with the blink of an eye.

I ordered a pizza that had aubergine (brinjal), olives, zucchini, peppers and cheese sprinkled generously on it. The crust was crisp and thin and the pizza enjoyable, though I really thought the brinjal was quite the odd man in the mélange of veggies. Shinu chose a vegetable burger that was served with fries and salad. It would have been a nice and hearty burger, except that it was stone cold. Samit’s kiddie cheese sandwich was nice, extremely cheesy, and served with potato wafers. He seemed to enjoy it as well as the pizza I was eating.

We rounded off with a brandy flourless cake for dessert. It was nice, but would have tasted way better with ice cream (you can order it separately, but I like restaurants who give a small scoop of it by default without charging more---like Casa Piccola does). The meal was nice; I would definitely visit again to try the coffee. But for the prices, the portions are really small. In terms of portions, give me Casa Piccola any day!

Minty Nice Rice!

I love-to-hate harried mornings spent scurrying about the kitchen to get stuff done, but some of my best accidental discoveries happen then! Hmmm…..

My sweet mom packed some pudina (mint) chutney last week, and there was plenty left. I shoved it into the refrigerator, pretty certain that it will end up on my maid s plate the next day. The next morning was a rush of course, and I was unsure what to pack for lunch. Idlis for breakfast, but cold idlis for lunch….Not very nice.

Eureka, the idea just thwacked me on my head. I steamed some long-grained rice and kept it aside. I heated oil, waited until the mustard and jeera sputtered, threw in curry leaves and red chillies that hissed merrily in the hot oil. Then it was the turn of some finely chopped baby onions that cooked in the oil till it was nice and brown. Then went in the mint chutney (which had mint, coconut, salt and green chilles all roasted and blended) which mixed happily into the oil. As a final, to-please-myself touch, I broke lovely, large almonds and pista into bits and sent them packing into the oil. All cooked and ready – the mixture looked a lovely green.

I tossed in some salt and the steamed rice and deftly mixed it up till the chutney-oil mix coated the rice well. Tossed it some more so the grains of rice didn’t stick to one another before removing it from the heat....It turned out well, I must say, with the almond and pista adding different textures to the rice. I’m assuming that a papad and some raita would definitely pack in more punch.

The Oreo Cookie Cheesecake at Spiga

I love the all-new Spiga. Thumbs up to their stark white-black interiors, their gloriously intact menu and the absolutely, gloriously intact prices! Ok, I write this piece to strictly discuss what I ate—and what I ate from their vegetarian part of the menu. The Parmigiano was nice, with eggplant batter-fried and arranged on a bed of mashed potatoes, surrounded by penne and drizzled with white sauce and olive oil. Nice—would recommend it.

But I am so very, very pleased with the Oreo cookie cheesecake. I was pretty sure that it was going to be a frozen cookie crumb base with layers of cream cheese or chocolate or whatever, but this one is extremely different. The almost crumbly and powdery cookie base has a nice, not-too-thick chocolate sauce layer on top of it, with a layer of whipped cream coming right on top. A spoonful of chocolate is drizzled over it for a stunning looking dessert.

You can spoon away easily and gorge on it. It is a wonderful feeling. I don’t know about its calorie count, but I actually walked out feeling light….

…..It’s a week, and I am still as pleased.

Tuesday Trial

Woke up at 6.00 am this morning after a fierce debate between brain and body if I could afford another 15 min of shut eye…

My fridge is a sorry state of affairs during week-days, I just make do. Today, one tomato peeped through the chill refrigerator mist and wished me good morning. I had no clue what to do with it. Bleary eyed, I quickly prepared whole wheat dough, and kept it aside. I chopped an onion, real fine, and with it went the finely chopped tomato. I grated two cubes of flavored cheese, and mixed it up with the chopped onion and tomato. Tossed in oregano, salt and pepper powder and mixed well.

I rolled out the dough into thin chapathis, and spread one half with this veggie-cheese mix. I folded the other half over, so it formed a semi circle, with the filling inside. I patted it well, and sealed the edges with a bit of water. I patted these semi circles some more so they were nice and flattened—made about four of these.

I heated some oil on a tava and cooked the semicircle parathas till they were done well on both sides. Cut this into strips for Sam’s snack box, and left three of them for Shinu.
I sampled it hot in the morning, and thought they were decent. And they don’t take long too. Maybe next time grated carrots and beets too can go in. Maybe grated apple too, for an interesting twist. Shredded palak will go well with the cheese; I’m thinking…….and Shinu says shredded egg- so yeah, possibly that too.

Must shop for lots of veggies this evening…

There’s more to milky desserts Nigella!

It seems Nigella Lawson’s mother tore up crusty bread into bowls, sprinkled a heap of sugar onto the bread shreds, and finally poured boiling milk over it as a comforting bedtime treat. And Nigella on Chew (the show on Travel and Living) recreated the recipe before tucking her two kids and herself into bed (for Mamma Bear and Baby Bears she said).

Unfortunately for me, milk and bread reminds me of fever, of a tongue that can’t tell between chalk and cheese and the breath of painkillers.

Milk, however, is a sassy complement to a few South Indian desserts. Immediately, two of my favorites come to mind: Bele Obattu and Haal Obattu. There are others like Peni and Chiroti, but the former two get my vote!

The hot milk seeps into the soft sweetness of the Bele Obattu, and blends beautifully with the dal-jaggery-coconut-cardamom powder innards of this pancake. You don’t eat it, you savor it….mesmerized.

And the Haal Obattu is apparently a Mysore specialty. Here the milk is boiled with sugar, saffron and ground almond into a beverage called baadami haalu (almond milk) and poured boiling hot over freshly made puris. My grandma would make a hot, watery payasam made of almond, jaggery, coconut and poppy seeds (gasagase payasam) instead of the badaami haalu and it works as an absolutely super alternative! This is topped with toasted almonds for a stunning looking dessert, and devoured instantly. The soft-crunchy texture is so unique.

If Haal Obattu were a guy, I would have said ‘I do’.

Manage to catch hold of a Kannada Brahmin friend and sample this dessert in his/her home—it’s a foodie milestone.