Idiyappam also called as “string hoppers” is a delicious steamed breakfast commonly made in Kerala. My mom makes a similar more laborious recipe called sevai. She makes it by soaking rice, grinding them to thin batter, steaming them, and squeezing them through sevai machine called sevai nazhi. It’s a fun process and my entire family will be involved in making them. I love to eat them not so much in making them. As a compromise, Want to know more about this recipe?
Kozhukattai is something that not many people hear of. Dumplings….not really. Gulab Jamun…..ehh. Upma…..not even close. Nothing can be compared to the art that is Kozhukattai. Every time someone even mentions the name it brings back memories of when I was a kid, eager to help out with making them. It wasn’t just the taste that was good, but the effort in making them was even better. It used to be a whole family ordeal. Want to know more about this recipe?
My first post for this year and I’m pushing myself to consistently blog at least few days in a month. My best option was to join Blogging Marathon group who are a set of bloggers or more friends who encourage me to not lose touch with my love for cooking and blogging. Today’s recipe is Kancheepuram Idli and below is my daughter’s view on this dish An idli. What’s an Idli? A staple food. Want to know more about this recipe?
Ok, seriously I didn’t know what else to make and I successfully managed to change a healthy dish into an unhealthy one. I felt very guilty frying idlis (I usually pan fry them with minimal oil) but wanted to taste the fried idlis as I do let my family(myself included) to occasionally indulge in such sinful foods. Idli upma is generally made by crumbling leftover idlis but this time I deep fried mini idlis and Want to know more about this recipe?
Do you believe in miracles? I didn’t, until yesterday when my husband came home and said his lunch, which was “Broken Wheat Upma” was delicious. I didn’t know if I heard it right and alarmingly he repeated he loved it. I didn’t know I would hear it from the same man who abhors upma and who can give me 10 different expressions of hate and disgruntled tone with a single mention of the name upma. Want to know more about this recipe?
I can’t express my love for upma, I don’t know if its the ease in making or the mixed spicy taste that it provides with different textures all in one bite. My ears and eyes pop up every time some one mentions the name upma. My friends and I meet every Wednesday trying to catch up on local gossip (oh! I admit loud and clear that we love doing it) and more importantly share good Want to know more about this recipe?
As a child I would model my older brother especially when we went out to eat in restaurants. I would wait till he ordered so I can order the same just so I didn’t want him to have a better meal. Even on very rare occasions if I did order a different dish my brother would just make it seem that I missed something terrible and that would be make me one grumpy person. Because Want to know more about this recipe?
I have been trying to sit and write this post for probably an hour. I have edited, reedited, deleted, started over this post for I don’t know how many times. This reminds me of love letters been written and rewritten to make it the perfect one. The house is calm and for once my kids who are already awake is not coming to disturb me, so can’t blame them this time. I’m so distracted that Want to know more about this recipe?
The reason behind taking “Breakfast” theme for this BM is my husband. I am not a morning person and added to that my husband will always be wearing his “Kavasa Kundalam” (the nickname I’ve given to his cell phone). He is on call most of the time he is awake. So sometimes, we do text inside the house to communicate or talk in monosyllable with mute on his conference call. With all that drama going Want to know more about this recipe?
Before marriage I would always prefer dosas to idlis. When my grandmother used to make idlis I used to show all kinds of faces and she would insist I can’t be this picky and would want me to happily eat it once in a while. With a grumpy face I used to gulp as much as I could and my grandfather who wouldn’t let me have a sad face would immediately come to rescue by Want to know more about this recipe?