Oh my, dinner last night turned out great. I got this new book from a friend called, Indian Home Cooking by Suvir Saran and Stephanie Lyness. It is a lovely book and I am amazed by Suvir's ability to remember foods he had as a child, where he had them, and how he felt about it.
Out of the book: I made lemon rice using peanuts instead of cashews and I turned a khitcheree into a dal by omitting the rice and from my own imagination I made a broiled fish which was marinated in olive oil, turmeric, lemon and sea salt. We ended the meal with chocolate bars and clementines. I enjoyed the meal and looked forward to left overs when I woke up.
In the beginning of the cook book Suvir talks about the kitchen in his home as a child being a sacred place. I have always felt they way about the kitchen. When I was a child it was the place I learned math: in how to measure to double a recipe or to divide it, it is the place I learned science, while holding the thermometer for my mother as she made candy or learning what air and speed does to egg whites.
Today I scrubbed my kitchen and burned incense It is the place I commune, create and nourish my body. Today I love and thought of making my dinner in the sanctuary of my home.
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