tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46990723083797399242024-02-07T02:50:27.210-08:00 fat man confessionsFat Manhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01672664520957933200noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4699072308379739924.post-3031620189339670762013-07-01T08:35:00.000-07:002013-07-01T08:35:10.650-07:00Firing my tastebuds<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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It's always sad to see a chef leave the
city--but hoteliers and chefs are notorious for hopscotching through
the world. This time, it's the turn of Executive Chef Anurudh Khanna,
of the Park, New Delhi, who moves to the Westin in Pune in a couple
of weeks. Anurudh, I have always felt, was under-utilized at his
current post. This became evident when he presented the summer menu
at Fire, the Park New Delhi's, Indian restaurant.</div>
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Chef Khanna is not a bookish chef, his
research is of the 'try and try again till you succeed' school of
practical cooking. The dishes which make up his new menu are
different, but don't forget that in the ned you have to cater to the
tastes of the discerning customer. The menu is a refreshing change
and this, of course, is something Fire has been craving for awhile.
Alas, it is Chef Khanna's swan-song at the hotel and for the moment,
in the city.</div>
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I've always liked the food which Chef
Khanna cooks. I've sampled his brilliance in dishes like the paan
biriyani, which was the result of researching many different recipes,
before arriving at a formula uniquely his own. The new menu also has
a few fantastic dishes. Dishes which Chef Khanna had, apparently,
been unable to introduce in the restaurant menu earlier. I guess the
fact he is leaving gave him the impetus to present them now.</div>
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The bean three ways, includes a rajma
shammi kebab, edamame masala and a bean poriyal. The shammi almost
reaches galawati-smoothness and the yogurt in the mix mimics the fat
you would find in the mutton version of the kebab. I also loved the
edamame masala, which reminded me of ghugni, a Bengali chickpea
snack.The Dumm ki Champ with morels and lasuni palak, which was
served up last was stripped of most of its fat, the flesh came off
with the first bite and given it was New Zealand lamb, didn't give
off a fatty smell. It was a meal I really enjoyed at Fire, after a
long time. Let's hope Chef Khanna's successor will be able to keep
innovating, and Chef Khanna gets to reach even tastier peaks at his
new post in Pune.</div>
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Fat Manhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01672664520957933200noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4699072308379739924.post-39726163168482007822013-06-26T07:20:00.000-07:002013-06-26T07:20:01.185-07:00School of Cooks<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I am an admirer of Sabyasachi Gorai, or
Chef Saby as he is known among the restaurant going crowd in the NCR.
Even though he has global exposure, there is a part of him which
remains quintessentially the boy from Asansol. So when Saby invited
me to come and have a meal at the newly opened Olive Culinary Academy
inside the Mehrauli Olive, I was curious enough to accept.</div>
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First things first, the spiel according
to Saby. The Olive Culinary Academy offers a one year course pretty
much concentrated on culinary skills. You get five hours of kitchen
every day. That's twenty-five in a week. It's not a cheap proposition
at 2 lakhs a pop, but then you're getting an 'international
accreditation' and more importantly in my view a six-month solid work
session at Olive followed by a certificate from Olive. Buoyed by the
propaganda, and surrounded by the efforts in the kitchen by Batch 1A,
I was hungry and expecting good things.
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Enough funda, now for the meal. The
students are a mix of those who have worked in hospitality to mature
students to those wanting to do something fun (and having the means
to do so).
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The meal was a mix of students and
teachers and the outstanding dish of the day was a ratatouille which
was perfect in its balance and flavours and softness of the veg. It
showed care and intelligence in cooking. Other elements of the meal
needed minor tweaking, like the creme brûlée for instance. I'm sure
the students with their intensive sessions in the kitchen will be
able to perfect their techniques. I was also very very happy to see
the bread made by the students, being an absolute zero in the baking
section myself.
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The students have a lot to live up to,
since they have taken over the greenhouse, an area where I have
enjoyed many fab meals while Saby was at the helm of things at Olive,
Mehrauli.
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What I was happiest about though was to
see a bunch of students who were confident, alert and aware of what
was happening around them and I think a huge responsibility lies on
their shoulders as they're also the academy's brand ambassadors. A
good meal and a fun interactive session. I'm hoping to be invited
again, because the only way is up and the food is already pretty
good.</div>
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Fat Manhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01672664520957933200noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4699072308379739924.post-52346798235607658972013-06-26T04:05:00.001-07:002013-06-26T04:08:26.552-07:00The Perfect Sunday<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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There is something welcoming about a
good breakfast. I consider it my favourite meal. In fact, I can have
breakfast three times a day, if it wasn't for the damned arteries!
It's also the only meal of the day where I welcome repetitiveness.
Living in Delhi, Sunday brunch has always been a bit of a sore point.
Restaurants and five stars have lots of choices, as long as you have
the cash, or a story to write. Eating your way through to a
profitable experience though, is far from easy.</div>
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Take my example, I am usually hungry
all the time. I have been a morning person for as long as I remember.
On a Sunday morning, my appetite is at its peak and everything I see
on a brunch menu, usually laid out like a scrumptious Persian harem,
is fair game. But after half-an-hour of eating, I'm full and most of
the dishes stay untouched.
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Tired of trying to stretch our
stomaches to their individual limits, a couple of friends and I,
decided to start a brunch club in Delhi. With great gusto we began
sculpting the perfect breakfast, consisting of eggs benedict,
mushrooms, grilled tomatoes, sausages and bacon. This may seem too
English to many, but its still my favourite Sunday meal, and usually
keeps me full till 6 in the evening. And we had a parantha session, a
Bengali breakfast of luchi and alurdom, but the egg theme recurs with
unerring regularity.</div>
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I'm happy to report that our brunch
club is doing quite well, as long as the three founder members are in
town. Others have fallen by the wayside because of scheduling issues,
but we have remained true.</div>
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The most recent meal included a dish
which I have perfected over the years, scrambled eggs. Now, don't
turn your noses up, my version of scrambled eggs is just eggs and
butter. It's cooked over a low fire and stirred continiously, like a
risotto. It takes time to come together, mine usually takes half an
hour, but the result is light, yellow and needs just a touch of salt
and pepper (since I use salted butter) and melts in your mouth. I
think the perfect scrambled eggs needs a minimum of 3 eggs and a good
dollop of butter (entirely to taste), per head. This is for Sunday
brunch, not everyday breakfast, mind you. Let the butter melt before
you whip the eggs with a fork to a omlette mix consistency, then stir
over the low flame till it reaches a creamy texture. Take it off the
heat when you consider it 80 per cent done, because it will continue
cooking. The result, as you you see in the photograph above, makes my
Sunday special.</div>
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Fat Manhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01672664520957933200noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4699072308379739924.post-45437300695811203822013-01-11T04:29:00.001-08:002013-06-26T06:57:38.533-07:00Souplove<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I love the cold. For someone of my
size, this is a time when I'm not bathed constantly in sweat and it
also allows me to stuff my face with fatty proteins and not feel
uncomfortable later--believe me in the hotter months I stick to fish
religiously.<br />
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But the single-most important
food-related reason for me to love the winter season is because this
is the time when I can enjoy my favourite food. Soup. Any kind of
soup. From simple consommés, filled with rich flavours of
meats--dark red and steaming hot–to the thick broths with potatoes
and leeks, I love them all!</div>
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But the soup that holds a special place
in my heart, one that I've loved since I was a little—both in age
and size—is the kind of soup you get in an Asian (as in Far
Eastern) restaurant. It's the kind of soup where you put in
everything. As a cook, it's soup which makes my creativity shine. How
do you play with the flavours and not allow one to overwhelm the
other, and still have a dish where you can identify the flavours and
enjoy the combinations.
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But enough about my romance of soup in
general, let's get on with the story of last weekend, when Delhi was
freezing and my soul was craving soup. Not just any soup, but a
large, meal-encompassing creation. So a friend of mine and I went
over to Gung for just that. A meal which consisted of just one soup,
along with a few shot glasses of sochu (a kind of Korean vodka) and
of course the little accompaniments which they serve up with every
meal. I look forward to this restaurant all summer long because the
food otherwise is too spicy for me to digest otherwise.
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The soup which I had last Sunday was
beef bulgogi and octopus, but the thinly sliced beef grilled just
right and then thrown into the flavoursome broth and the octopus
which was cooked and cut with a pair of scissors right in front of us
was a little tough maybe, but that is only to be expected. It was the
vegetables,rice noodles and what I assume is the Korean version of
dumplings (like in European cuisine) which really took our meal to
another level.
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What I find different about the soup is
the lack of the sweet edge, which I find in both Chinese and Japanese
food, and as a diabetic, this is most welcome. The other thing I
liked about the meal was that the soup was the hero of our meal. The
whole dish was spicy, but not in a way which burnt my tastebuds,
though it did make me break out into a sweat. It was a pity that the
small dishes of savouries which were served before had filled us up a
bit. Because I would have liked to have finished it all. I did enjoy
the warmth which spread over me all the way on my drive home. And
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Fat Manhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01672664520957933200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4699072308379739924.post-1955717634438301032012-12-09T23:15:00.003-08:002013-06-26T06:56:45.982-07:00Best Birrr and more<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I love potatoes. I think they are the most amazing vegetable you can put in any meat dish and turn something ordinary into something lip-smackingly good.<br />
Growing up in Kolkata, I had always assumed that potatoes are a natural addition to Biriyani. The best of which we used to by from Shiraz, now long overtaken by the likes of Arsalan. I'd wait for the biriyani to be unpacked and then pray for at least one piece of potato on my plate. I can confess that I probably preferred the alu to the meat in the biriyani, most times. Too much chewing when it comes to the meat.<br />
Now, in the course of my profession as a layabout and glutton, I've tasted many different biriyanis. I hate the over spiced ones. I can just about deal with the ones which are a little too oily (like I had in Shiraz recently), and I absolutely detest biriyanis which are seem to lose their purpose because of indecisive chefs who don't know what to accentuate in their dishes.<br />
When I first arrived in Delhi, I was, like a true Bengali drawn to rice dishes and biriyanis in the many restaurants I visited. I can say I don't really think much of the biriyanis which are sold in this city. The rotis here are extraordinarily good, the biriyani is served at the end of meals when you're too full, like an afterthought. Not enough respect!!<br />
My favourite biriyani in Delhi is far removed from the gallis of Chandi Chowk or overlooking the Jama Masjid. It's a rice and meat duet brought forward by Chef Anurudh Khanna of The Park. And it has an additional actor in it which really pops the flavours. The dish I am a huge fan of is the Paan Biriyani which Chef Khanna introduced me to maybe a year or so ago. It's a dish which has seduced me and brought me back to him over and over and over again. When you bite into your first mouthful, you're first assaulted by the smell of the paan in tandem with the meat and rice. The first thing you taste are the clear flavours of the meat, subtly spiced with cloves and cardamom and the rice, almost like a yakhni pulao, then right at the end, you have the rush of the paan's acidic taste, without going bitter, it gives the biriyani a very refreshing taste. There is something about the subtle flavours of the paan which cuts through the richness of the rice. It isn't a spicy biriyani at all. The paan leaves, which are julienned and added to the dish before the dum give is a green flavour, without overwhelming the meat and rice medley. You get the rice, the meat AND the paan as different flavours which complement each other. That's the genius of the dish. It's like the feeling you get when you dip your feet in really hot water on a cold winter evening. It tingles but you feel fantastic. And you come out feeling clean!<br />
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