Currently on sabbatical (read: in between jobs), I’ve had the good fortune to spend some time back at home, where I’ve undertaken an apprenticeship with Ma in the kitchen. After having left the house about a decade ago, my cooking still doesn’t even approximate what I grew up on, so I’ve decided to spend some time learning exactly what constitutes a mom’s “pinch” or “handful” etc. I’m still inexperienced enough that I require a stepwise protocol in the kitchen, and can’t cook with emotion as my guide, so I sought to at least extract a few skills to improve my chops.
First up was the dish I’d probably choose to have as my last on this planet – haleem. As with most recipes, there are a handful of variations, and with this particular dish the main variations differ in the kind of grain, kind of meat, and the final texture.
We used 4 different kinds of lentils (moong, masoor, urad, channa), crushed wheat and barley. Everything except the barley was cooked on a low flame with various spices until the channa daal finally became tender. We then ran this through the food processor, followed by the cooked barley.
For the meat, we used veal, shanks I believe, with the bones, along with paya (feet). I gasped at the thought of using precious paya for the haleem until my mom calmly smiled and showed me our freezer-chest full of meat. Hey, the proof is in the paya. So, on we went with cooking some onions through, browning the meat, adding garlic/ginger, cayenne, coriander powder, turmeric, etc until the onions had pretty much dissolved. And then out came the pressure cooker and an hour later, one look at the meat caused it to slip off the bones. I paused to take a slurp of this broth, which hit the back of my throat like a very good bourbon, and was intoxicatingly rich & tasty. No stopping for tastes, Mom says, so we run the meat through the food processor. And we run it for far longer than I’d like, but apparently Dad’s preference is for a smooth end-product, and so we lovingly oblige (actually, I was a little p*ssed since I like a few chunks in mine). Then, the lentils & the meat became one. And I felt like the little boy I once was eating haleem for the first time. I even had the perfect milk pairing to complete the nostalgia.
Next up is paya, nehari, and a variety of other dishes I need to know how to make.
-Nab