Showing posts with label anthony bourdain. Show all posts
Showing posts with label anthony bourdain. Show all posts

Saturday, August 11, 2012

I Don't Want Nirvana! I Want Great Food, Always!

As I wrote the blog on Haleem yesterday, an interesting revelation struck me. All the dishes that we so relish today have had very humble provincial beginnings, evolving as societies grew. As an example, Haleem started off as a street-snack in Yemen for people breaking their Ramzan fast. It was not elitist, for sure. Over the years, Haleem traveled to India, Turkey and other parts of Central Asia, evolving in different culinary styles, in each of the cultures, where the dish was adopted.
The Biryani too had similar humble beginnings. To feed the marauding Muslim troops who ransacked much of Central and Southern Asia in the 11th century, the army cooks concocted a no-brainer - meat and rice cooked together in large pots over hours, alongwith with local spices. That surely did make many a hearty meal for the outlaws. Today, the humble dish has evolved in myriad ways, finding its way into both gourmet restaurants and streetcarts, to be relished by people from all classes.
Today there are over a dozen kinds of Biryanis available all over India - the most famous being the Hyderabadi Biryani. There are other varieties too like the Awadhi Biryani, Malabar Biryani, Calcutta Biryani besides lesser known variants that had evolved in Sindh, Kutch, Kerala and Tamil Nadu. From India, Indian diaspora and Muslim migrants have carried the Biryani with them to places like Myanmar, Thailand, Philippines, Singapore and Mauritius.
Another stream of this delectable rice-meat concoction traveled from Central Asia to the then Persia, Arabia and Turkey. In today's Saudi Arabia, there is a rice-meat dish called Kabsa which closely resembles the Biryani. The Saudis use camel meat, lamb or beef for their Kabsa.
It is also probable that from Turkey and Arabia the dish traveled into the Maghreb or North Africa from where the Moors took the concept to Spain where the Paella evolved. I sometimes wonder whether the Italians were similarly inspired by the Paella to come up with a cheesy cousin, the Risotto?
All these ideas are so enticing, exciting and mouthwatering!
The theme that remains central here is that all that becomes fanciful and worthy of being a gourmet concept, did have plebeian and rustic beginnings.
In undivided Punjab, rustic food made from seasonal vegetables and grain that fed the peasantry have become popular allover India. Palak paneer, makki di roti, sarson da saag, gajar ka halwa are good examples of this.
Evolution of food is probably dictated, also, by economic conditions. In the middle ages when Europe was ridiculously and wretchedly poor. As affordability of food and meat was a big issue, several cured meat preparations evolved. The not-so-desired parts of the pig, for instance went into blood sausage, head cheese, lardo, terrines, pâtés, galantines and other mouthwatering stuff. I recently saw a an episode of From Spain With Love on Fox Traveler where a family feast centered around one whole pig - every part, every organ - little or big was cured, preserved, processed or cooked and finally consumed. 
All that stuff has become gourmet now!
In Scotland, the Haggis has become a part of the cultural folklore. Wikipedia tells me that Haggis is made of sheep's heart, liver and lungs, minced with onion, oatmeal, spices, and salt, mixed with stock, and traditionally encased in the animal's stomach and simmered for approximately three hours.  The Wikipedia page also talks of the origins of haggis -- When a Chieftain or Laird required an animal to be slaughtered for meat (whether sheep or cattle) the workmen were allowed to keep the offal as their share. Food writer  and chef of Bizarre Foods fame, Andrew Zimmern, has said that Haggis was "born of necessity, as a way to utilize the least expensive cuts of meat and the innards as well!"
Years ago, I saw the first episode of the first season of Anthony Bourdain's No Reservations titled "France: Why the French Don't Suck". Rightly so, the series was kicked off in the gastronomical Mecca, Paris. Anthony visited a small local eatery and a rich, deliciously heartwarming stew that was once food for the poor in the middle ages - it was made of discarded meat organs simmered away to glory. But today it is a treasured delicacy today. 
Another place that keeps the legacy of past alive in Paris is the world's biggest food market, Marché d'Intérêt National de Rungis where one can buy meats that were once a necessity but today, well, are at a premium - stuff like game, rabbit, pig trotters, pig heads, brains, hearts, wild boar (reminded of Obelix the Gaul), various birds and varieties of sea-food. It is quite a lot of gore and blood and certainly Rungis is not for the fainthearted. But it is on my radar, whenever I visit Paris - I am told there are organised tours of the market at Rungis, which I would certainly participate in.
I have come to believe food evolves, grows and travels alongwith growth of civilizations, their migrations and their intermingling. It's those innovations, fusions and evolutions that keep foodies like me yearning for more, more and yet some more! 
I don't want Nirvana, I want to be reborn over and over again to partake great food, as it evolves!

Saturday, February 6, 2010

My Anthony Bourdain Moments....

After the not so welcoming entry into Hong Kong, I had a blast of sorts in the city...

You guessed it right, I am talking of the food.

After settling in and resting for a while, Neeti and I roamed down Des Voeux West Road past the Sheung Wan and Central MTR stations towards the Peak Tram. Being a Sunday, there was a huge queue for the tram. We finally reached Victoria Peak after a long 45 minute wait.

Naturally, it was time for tea!

We stopped by at a typical Hong Kong-style café called Hong Kong Day. We ordered some omelet sandwiches with tea. Those were the freshest, softest sandwiches I guess I had ever had, or was it that I had a big appetite that evening? The tea was a bit disappointing. But the enthusiastic waitress replaced our teas twice to try to make it to our liking, though it finally did not work. But the sandwiches more than made up for it.

After watching the Symphony of Lights at the Golden Bauhinia Square, we headed a few blocks down the Gloucester Road at Wan Chai and found a streetside eatery, Ada.

Ada had an amazing array of barbecuing meats, gravies, etc. The helpful ladies manning Ada helped Neeti get a plate of vegetarian noodles, while I settled for barbecued octopus and sausages! They were heavenly!







The next day in Macau was quite a treat for me but a gastronomical struggle for Neeti. As we walked from Rua de S. Paulo towards the Senado, we passed by a narrow market street, with several food-stores, stocked with snacks and groceries. And then I spotted a man selling the famous egg tarts. We bought two. Man, they were simply heavenly.

Further down the street, we came across a series of stores selling 5 mm thick layers of cured meats - pork, veal, chicken, beef, etc. in several flavours - chili, pepper, garlic, honey, etc. Sampled quite a few of them, except the beef ones - that's not kosher for me!














Wow, Macau was such a gourmet's paradise!

And what the hell, losers come to Macau for all things sinful - gambling, sex and all.... Perhaps, they've not discovered food yet!

But the Macau main course was yet to come. At the Senado, I freaked out on spicy flat noodles with grilled pork. But in her quest for vegetarian fare, sadly, had to settle for sandwiches, muffins and tea at the McDonalds McCafé.

Besides, the daily lunchtime samplings of Japanese sushi, evenings were reserved for guilt-free binging on the street side.

One evening after Neeti got over her retail therapy at the Ladies Market in Kowloon, we headed towards Nathan Road and I FROZE.....

There they were, the sizzling, aromatic pork dumplings!

And I made a dash for the stall, dropping all the bags, leaving Neeti to care of all that she had splurged on.

And what's Chinese cuisine without duck. I finally found a quaint café off Nathan Road, with something for both of us. Braised duck with noodles for me and some veggie greens for Neeti... And we gorged on, with full satisfaction. Neeti finally got a warm, wholesome vegetarian meal and I got her contentment alongwith mine!

Neeti's discovery, Lan Kwai Fong was alive, energetic and rocking. Food was great, the drink even better! Lan Kwai Fong was a welcome break for me from the street food.







And yesterday evening , we strolled past the Causeway Bay MTR station to Times Square. And I smelt something.

The sweet aroma of egg tarts wafting through the cool evening. I rushed in, into this little bakery and picked up a box of egg tarts and a fresh pork bun! Call that killing two birds with one stone - I got my tarts and also got rid of the heavy coins from my wallet!

And today morning after checking our baggage in, we took Route 6 from Exchange Square to Stanley. The quaint peaceful village was better than I could have imagined, but the cafés on the promenade were even better, great soups, amazing pastas and the just the right kind of tea. It was lovely relaxing in the misty breeze, with a warm cup of tea and staring into the infinity of the South China Sea, completely at peace with my soul, before heading back to dusty, stinky, bustling Bombay.

At home, in India, I never enjoyed Chinese food, the Indianized version of what we think is Chinese, tainted with our garam masala, red chilli powder and turmeric.

These moments in Hong Kong and Macau were amazing for me. I fell in love with what is the true Chinese food.

Truly, these were my Anthony Bourdain moments.....

Saturday, July 4, 2009

Things to Do, Before I Die....

There are things that I want to do, to complete in this lifetime, so when I kick the bucket, I have no regrets. This list has a bit of everything, from all aspects of life. Some of these, I feel, are worth dying for....

Here goes....



  1. Drive from Bombay to Goa, along the Ghats, and spend a week in Goa - a guided tour conducted by my in-house 'Goan' guide, Neeti


  2. Meet Mr. Ratan Tata in person. Thank him for all that his Group has given us

  3. Join Anthony Bourdain for a culinary tour across India


  4. Open a French - Mediterranean cuisine restaurant by the waterfront - the USP would be that guests would get an opportunity to play Chef for their meals...


  5. Visit the Golden Temple, be there from dawn to dusk, engaging in sewa


  6. Drive from Delhi to Ladakh, and have my music CD collection playing in the car




  7. Meet Tom Hanks and Morgan Freeman in person


  8. Take parents back to Kampala and Mwinilunga for a visit. Also show Neeti where I came from


  9. Spend a week in an Israeli kibbutz, a fun filled week of work....


  10. Laze in a hammock on the slopes besides the Nakuchiataal lake in Nainital, with my favourite book


  11. Publish a compilation of my poems


  12. Hike along the Black River Gorge in Mauritius


  13. Learn French, bon jour


  14. Have a greasy porky breakfast of bacon, ham, sausages, without having the guilt of cholesterol




  15. Do a Serengeti safari


  16. Do island hopping by boat through the emerald atolls of Palau


  17. Dance and sing in the rain - perhaps somewhat like Shahid in Jab We Met, I wonder?


  18. Go on a Victoria trail - Lake Victoria followed by Victoria Falls


  19. Do a road trip across the cradle of Aryan civilisation from Turkey into Georgia, Armenia and Azerbaijan - rolling green hills, blue streams and an unspoilt environment


  20. See Tibet free again - visit Lhasa's Potala Palace




  21. Open a small farm growing organic herbs and vegetables and raising animals for milk and meat


  22. Fly in the cockpit of a Boeing 747


  23. Travel in an Ilyushin IL76 - I am in awe of this amazing beast after I saw this aircraft at Jamnagar airport


  24. Visit the Sunderbans for tiger spotting, before they vanish


  25. Feed the elegant beast, the elephant


  26. Visit the Sun Temple


  27. Meet all the people, family, friends and colleagues, who have helped shape me, all at one place for a big bash


  28. Donate my organs


  29. Learn wine making


  30. Trek in the Valley of Flowers in Uttarakhand


  31. Gorge on the Nawabi delights of Lucknow, chaats of Delhi, Vada-Pavs of Bombay (in the rain)!


  32. Observe life as it goes on in the backwaters of Kerala...

But for now, I am enjoying the rain, with nice music playing.....

Monday, September 22, 2008

I love my 'nimbu paani' ...

Three eventful years of marriage - can't imagine how time flies... and the best part is that I am for sure looking forward to what lies ahead.

But there are times when one gets so pissed off... so irritated... so angry that patience seems to run out. But that's the key - the hard part- keeping the patience. How to do it? There is no formula - it just happens. One just learns it.

Marriage just grows over you - one learns to appreciate, or at least tries to appreciate things that had not figured in one's scheme of things. The most most mundane example here is that before I got hitched with Neeti, I could barely stand Shahrukh Khan. I used to jokingly call his antics like those of an untamed simian. However, after marriage, I was bombarded with Kuch Kuch Hota Hais and Shahrukh and all that. After three years, I have developed an 'understanding' of why he is the way he is!!!! It works the other way round too - Neeti, can now sit through a part of the gory gluttony Bourdain show!

Teamwork is what marriage is all about - navigating our way through the ocean is what marriage is like. One finds a way to develop that understanding - trusting each other's instincts, blindly, at times. This doesn't happen immediately. It takes time, but it happens. And each couple has their own way of developing this sense of navigation!

To sum it all - I have always said that marriage is like cool icy fresh lime (nimbu paani) - a little sweet, a little sour, but can there be anything more refreshing than a glass of cool icy fresh lime on a hot summer day?

I love my fresh lime .... I guess you know what I mean!

Sunday, August 10, 2008

There's no love greater than the love for food....

Lunching away to glory at Cafe Britannia at Bombay's old quarter of Ballard Estate, that day in August 2006 was when I discovered their signature paper napkins had a rooster on it with a quotation saying "There's no love greater than the love for food".




George Bernard Shaw could not have been more correct than this... Is there anything better than great food? I do not think so.


Yet, for every ten people you meet on the street, food is just a normal chore, like having a bath, going to work or answering Nature's call (!!!). These hapless poor souls revel in their mediocrity.


There is nothing more pathetic than the routine of having the same food, day after day, week after week, year after year till the end of one's life. Life is to be enjoyed, food being an important element of it -- do we eat to live or do we live to eat?


I would agree with the latter.


I remember, as a kid, my Mom used to cook chicken and mutton, almost every Sunday. My entry into the kitchen was forbidden as my folks were apprehensive that the sight of blood and gore of uncooked flesh would put me off. However, I used to be fascinated by the smells that used to waft out of the kitchen. And then on the dinner table, I used to be scramble for my best piece, the chicken leg.
But with times, things have taken an exotic turn, much to the "shock" of my parents, sister and now my spouse, Neeti...


As I live to eat, I do tend to veer on the extremes in my quest for epicurean delights that take me into a state of trance ... crocodile fritters, braised rabbit, to name a few. The more sinful the better - could there be anything better than a greasy English breakfast of eggs, fried bacon, sausages, ham, potatoes and baked beans on a lazy Sunday morning? Driven by my excesses, Neeti has now coined an acronym for our weekly grocery list -- HSBC - Ham, Sausages, Bacon and Chicken!!!!!!! (I hope guys from HSBC Bank don't read this and sue us for the copyright!!!)



And who can forget the orgasmic pleasures of creepy crawly creatures -- cracking the crab shells, and struggling to gorge on the sweet white crab meats!!! And squids, octopus, mollusks, the list is endless. And what smells better than freshly caught fish? The very sight of this stuff makes my mouth water...

Despite my conviction that anything that walks, creeps or crawls is edible (except humans of course!!), I revel in equal measure or rather am quite demanding for the vegetarian stuff as well. Imagine how a fiery "tadka" can transform the plain looking daal, or how garlic can sizzle up any meal, or how aroma of simmering "maa ki daal" can cause the salivary glands to burst!!!!!

I have always believed that travel gives one an opportunity to explore the local food. Once I travelled to Kerala for a conference, with my colleagues from a previous organisation in Delhi. All along the journey, I was fantasising about famous stews and appams and other Keralite stuff. I was so pissed off when I discovered that the buffet that was laid out had tandoori chicken, paneer tikka, daal makhani, etc. And closer to Bombay, Gujaratis are no different. McDonalds should think of a new innovation -- McThepla for a global launch, which I am sure will be quite profitable!!!!!!! HA HA HA HA

The ultimate foodie I revere is Anthony Bourdain -- this guy is simply amazing. He has no qualms about trying anything, without battling an eyelid. Anything means "anything" here -- from a live beating cobra heart in Vietnam to seal poop in Alaska.

I can only aspire to be like him!!!


P.S. I can never forget the "Oh no, not again" look on Neeti's face when she saw the Cafe Britannia paper napkin
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