There are some foods that have a visceral appeal, where even before you take a bite, every sense of yours knows what to expect. The tender tear of the paratha, the firm delicate swoosh into the masala, a piece of bread picking up heady spiced beef and the gentler cauliflower. You know just how good it will be before you take your first bite. And then when you do it’s tough to stop. In case you cannot tell because I am so subtle, Gobi Gosht is one of those foods for me. I can’t remember if my mother made it (must ask), or when and where I discovered it, but I am undeniably a fan.
My 7 year old is a Jam Snob. When I made these Strawberry Jam Bars she politely ate one then after our friends had gone she looked at me and said “So I wasn’t a big fan of the bars. You see, I liked the top and the bottom, but that jam, that wasn’t good jam. You should get some good jam.”
Insert Eye Roll.
Note to self: drive 45 minutes out to Springridge Farms to buy strawberry jam. Because grocery store jams – ew. Also so are apparently jams with large pieces of fruit. That little bit there reassures me that she is still 7.
If you start cooking Pakistani food somewhere in your teens, out of compulsion more than passion, then at some point it is starts feeling mundane. Like you’re running through the motions to achieve a certain result, but none of it excites you. Maybe you’re cooler than I, but I have definitely been in that rut a little lately. Now I am happily, safely, and deliciously out of it thanks to My Indian Cookbook by Amandip Uppal.
Pakistani cooking puritans will be aghast at my blatant undying love for an Indian recipe book. Three words: Get over yourselves.
There is this expression in Urdu, “aapis mein milne se mohabbat barhti hai.” Roughly translated the more you meet someone the more you care about them. I never gave this axiom much thought until we made our second trip to Chicago in 6 weeks. Minutes after getting to my aunts house my little one was sitting on the couch chatting away with a cousins teenage son. When I went up to her she said “excuse me, we are having some us time” and shooed me away.
There are few things that make you feel like a Boss in the kitchen the way making good biscuits does. That’s just a Fact. It is probably the satisfaction that harder working people than I get when they make a good bread. However, since I don’t have a stand mixer and am unlikely to spend any serious amount of time kneading anything I prefer baked goods that require a lighter touch. These Cheesy Jalapeno Biscuits totally hit the mark. They are soft and flaky with a slight crust that I adore. The jalapenos give them lovely flavor as does that melty cheese. Because let’s be real when has melty cheese not been utterly delicious?