A green soup inspired by the Indian sarson ka saag (slow cooked mustard greens).
10 oz frozen mustard greens
1 tbsp olive oil
1 onion, chopped fine
2 tomatoes, chopped
1 tbsp red pepper flakes
1 tsp oregano
1 tsp thyme
4 cups vegetable stock/water
salt to taste (use rock salt for extra effect)
1/2 cup plain yogurt ( greek yogurt- even better)
* Add 2 tbsp lemon juice if the yogurt is not sour.
1 tbsp ginger-green chili paste
1 avocado
- Heat olive oil in a sauce pan.
- Add onions, ginger green chili paste and saute for a minute or two, until onions turn golden.
- Add thyme, oregano, pepper flakes, tomatoes, and the thawed greens.
- Add stock/water and bring to a boil.
- Add salt to taste, then turn the heat to a simmer and cook, covered, for twenty minutes or so.
- Use a blender to puree all/half of the soup.
- Turn off the heat.
- Reserve some avocado cubes for garnish. Mash the rest in yogurt and add it to the soup.
* You can use cream/half n half for a creamier soup. Just skip the lemon juice at the time (will curdle the cream.) It may be added to the bowl at the time of serving, along with avocado cubes and more yogurt for garnish.
(Where A discovered how girls can be seduced with rocks.)
The self-guided journey began at the back door of the quaint gift shop. The lady gave us a flashlight and explained with a smile, 'To look into corners and stuff.' The door opens into a concrete tunnel, which leads to a cavern 1000 feet long, 75 feet wide, and 12 stories high.
White calcite= vanilla, Iron oxides=chocolate and butterscotch.
We decided to name our own rock formation, which reminded me of old Russian fairy tales.
Next came the Goliath, about five million years old. Older men are so seductive, don't you think?
The snowy chandelier, which given a few million more years, will meet its soulmate rising up from below.
The war club, where Bob Addis set a Guinness record for stalagmite sitting by sitting on top of this thing for 15 days, 23 hours, and 22 minutes.
And finally, the natural hole where they first rappeled 120 feet down to discover the cavern about 50 years ago.
This was so cool, we plan to go back for the more extensive 'wild tour', which includes passages known as The Birth Canal and The Fat Man's Misery, and promise lots of mud and dirt!
Or 'mother's lentils', a famously rich and creamy Indian creation also known as dhaabe ki dal.
A dhaaba is a roadside diner, often no more than a shed with a hot clay oven and a few charpais for the truckers passing by. The only selling point is the food, and it is not uncommon to see Hondas and Mercedes parked next to the trucks, all equally helpless in front of the dal's magical lure.
In 1958, at the behest of the Eisenhower administration, the Greenbrier facility was designed to shelter the Congress in case of a nuclear fall-out. It was maintained as a fully operational self contained unit for 30 years, until Washington Post published an article revealing all, going against congressional requests to desist. The next day began the deactivation of the facility, and it was returned to the Greenbrier in 1995. Go read the article, its pretty cool.
The bunker was built under the West Virginia wing of the hotel, the wing built first to serve as camouflage for the bunker. The story was that an exhibition hall and two auditoriums were being built under the West Virginia wing. This was true, but these were actually parts of the bunker, that would be used for stated purposes. In case of nuclear fall out, they would be closed off into the bunker and become congressional offices and chambers for the House and Senate.
There were four entrances to the bunker, all shielded by thick steel doors built by Mosler safe company and filled with reinforced concrete.
The senators were to be evacuated to the Greenbrier by road, train or plane, then decontaminated and housed in dorms. There were slightly better rooms with twin beds for the leaders of the senate.
From the outside, its hard to tell where the bunker is, with the elaborate layout of the place and all the landscaping!
We're at the Greenbrier Resort in White Sulphur Springs, WV, and this place absolutely rocks!
I was worried that it would be just another snooty place for the rich and the famous, but its not (not so far, anyway). Just lots of beautiful things and friendly, hospitable people.
I couldn't resist taking pictures even during our walk to the room.
Dinner was in the main dining room, and my jacket and pants ensemble was just fine (helped along by the wedding diamonds). We requested a vegetarian meal, and the chef prepared an exquisite wild mushroom and cauliflower tagine. It was sweet and spicy and tangy, with layers upon layers of flavors..Quite an experience. For dessert, I had a chocolate mousse between chocolate wafers, served with whipped white chocolate and a chocolate liqueur sauce.. I was dying to take pictures, but that would have been rude, especially since we were smack dab in the center of the room.
Back to the room, to find the bed turned down, soft robes laid out on the bed and more dark chocolate on the pillow.
One could seriously get used to this.
Tomorrow, we get to see the secret cold war era bunkers, built under the resort and recently opened to public. We're not allowed to take pictures, but I plan to write a Huge post.
Have a great weekend!!
Combine multiple shopping trips to the mall, busy work days shuttling between two community mental health centers and a crying uterus, and you get one very unhappy woman. I decided to get some comfort food, aka baba ghanoush from the only decent Middle Eastern restaurant in town. They were closed. It was raining. And I got a ticket.
Time to make tofu enchiladas.
Left over chile scrambled tofu wrapped in wheat tortillas and baked in thawed chili chocolate mole sauce. Its near impossible to make these babies look pretty, not that I cared by that time.
Leaving for the conference tomorrow..will try to take lots of pictures!
By Lakshmi, who had in turn been tagged by Vijay.
The meme-- to summarize your life in a six word memoir, with optional photo illustration. Then, tag six others.
Another tough one. I kept thinking, then went over to Vijay's blog for inspiration. Seemed like most people had chosen their careers to summarize their life. So I trolled the web for psychiatry, and came up with this.
I pulled habits out of rats.
Neat play on words, except for a little problem. I love the job, but its not my life. What about the books? The music? The food? The people? The travel? The most important thing in my life has always been to experience more, to learn, to have fun with it. :)
And they're Not rats, okay? So how about this..
I am a work in progress.
Accurate, but clichéd. Something picked off a tshirt. If you want class, steal from the famous.
I came, I listened, I learnt.
Uh huh.
Finally, inspiration struck.
Life is a temple of possibilities.
I tag You. Yes, you. Get on with it!
I get to go to work and see patients rather than sitting home with the newspaper (its NYT online, but still) and a cup of tea. Ugh.
A called yesterday to remind me that we are going to this five diamond resort next weekend, where his research paper will be presented in a conference. They have several fancy restaurants, one with a nine course vegetarian degustation menu.
:))!!
Um, what do people wear in such places? The website says 'Jacket required for gentlemen.' Hey, what about the not-so-gentle woman accompanying the gentleman? I've never been to a formal restaurant here ( I know, I know, my education is sadly lacking). My wardrobe consists of two kinds of clothes- those that I wear to work (pants, skirts, shirts, the occasional sweet blouse), and those that I wear to go grocery shopping (denim, cargos, tshirts, casual shirts). Can I get by with dress pants and a girly shirt, or will I need to buy a dress?
Oh dear.
Is there any place in the world where people don't love fried potatoes?
When our deep frier (a.k.a. the simple wok) went on the stove for the first time in three years yesterday, hubby took the opportunity to throw in some cubed potatoes. It brought back memories of standing by the roadside in the rain, sharing one umbrella and one leaf-bowl full of aaloo-chat.
Fried potatoes, tossed with chaat masala, chilli powder, cayenne pepper, garam masala and lime juice. Works great with roasted sweet potatoes as well.
The quintessential Indo-Chinese fusion meal.
I can't make manchurians without missing mom..she loves these little dumplings of yum.
They are served as 'Chinese' food in India, but I'm not even sure if they exist in China; a google search turns up only Indian recipes on the first page..lol. Authentic or not, this is seriously delicious stuff. People make them out of mushrooms, chicken, fish, and our vegan version- gobhi (cabbage) manchurian.
Manchurians-
5-6 cups shredded cabbage
* Other vegetables like cauliflower, bok choy may be used, as long as they are finely shredded
1 cup shredded carrots
1 onion, finely chopped
2 green chillies, chopped
* We run all the veggies through the food processor at the same time, makes quick work of the longest part of the recipe.
6 tbsp all purpose flour, or more
3 tbsp cornstarch
salt and pepper to taste
oil for deep frying
- Heat oil in a fry pan/deep fryer.
- Mix all the ingredients together and fashion into lime-sized balls.
* If the mixture does not come together, add more flour.
* Don't let the ingredients sit- they will release water. If that happens, squeeze the vegetables to drain some water out before adding the flour and the starch.
- Fry in the hot oil until well browned.
- Drain on paper towels.
Broth-
6 cups vegetable stock
1 tsp oil
1 clove garlic, smashed
2 tbsp soy sauce
2 tbsp rice vinegar
2 tsp corn starch
2 tsp miso
- Heat oil in a sauce pan.
- Add garlic and let sizzle.
- Add the stock, soy sauce, vinegar. Bring to a boil.
- Then add corn starch dissolved in 1/2 cup lukewarm water. Stir until the broth thickens and looks glazed.
- Turn off the heat. Then take some broth out, dissolve the miso in it, and add it back.
Add the manchurians to the broth. Serve over fried or plain cooked rice.
I like it hot, with bread or rice, but it can easily be served tepid, or even cold. read more
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