#2 DINING WITH THE POET- Gaath Ke Swanley/Dal’s Kachori

Hi again everyone. Well the first dish that I shared with you all was something way too common and often made my many. Well not today. Today I am gonna share something quite native to the people of UK(again… get used to the UK thing… haha).

Swanley actually is the same word in Garhwali for Kachori. Now I have just heard they both are same but anyway I normally don’t care about names but just eat…well we all are like that…aren’t we?

Anyway…let’s start.

Before we start cooking Swanley, I wanna recommend you all to get ready with two things first. First we will make the most important ingredient of our dish today- the Chutney and the second one is the salad. Now salad isn’t the important part but having nutritious salad by you side while eating is wholesome awesome. So… prepare the salad guys and see how amazing it looks-

Well it does look good in real… it’s not just my camera doing the trick guys :p
To learn how to make Linseed and Coriander Chutney, head to this link- Linseed and Coriander Chutney

Now since we are done with our chutney, let’s make some Swanley. There are various types of Swanley depending upon the stuffing you choose. You can make them with boiled potatoes, with various kinds of dals like Rajma and etc. My mother here is using Gaath or Gahat which is also known as Kuhlat in some places. It grows in mountainous region mostly and I absolutely love it’s taste. So let’s make some Swanley now.

Step 1:
Boil your dal or potatoes or whatever you choose and when done, take the keep the water aside as it’s of no use.
So we get just boiled dal.

Do add chilly powder and salt along with any other ingredient you want so that it suits your taste.

Now mesh it properly either with clean hands or you can use a Mixer Grinder for that like my mother does.

Step 2:
Now since our stuffing is ready, prepare the dough. Indians mostly use wheat flour and well it’s the most common too.IMG_1806

Step 3:
Put the pan over the stove and add quite a large amount of oil in it.

So our final set-up looks something like this-


Step 4:
Well I don’t think I need to explain how to make a chapati or a parantha, coz that’s exactly how a Swanla is prepared, but still if you wanna know. First take this much amount of dough in your hand and press it like shown in the picture below.IMG_1823IMG_1824

Step 5:
Now add the stuffing we prepared earlier inside the pressed dough and then fold it nicely and make a ball like thing again.IMG_1825IMG_1826IMG_1827

Step 6:
Now as we make chapati, just press the dough and form a chapati like shape.IMG_1828IMG_1829

Step 7:
Put it into the seething oil just exactly like this and cook it till it changes it’s color into brown. And keep turning it.IMG_1830

Step 8:
Side by side keep making few more so that when one is ready, you can take one of them out and put another one in. Also, use that kind of spoon with has holes in it, so that you can let the swanla leave the extra oil.IMG_1831IMG_1832

Step 9:
And thus your Swanlas are ready to be served. Serve them hot as they don’t taste that amazing when they get cold.IMG_1833

See, don’t they look absolutely great?IMG_1835

And now the time to be completely honest here. As I am not the one who prepared this lovely meal, the credit goes to our Chef and my mother-

I asked her to give a nice pose but well she herself can’t focus on a camera while eating those Swanlas
That’s all for today folks. See you all again next time and I hope at least someone try to make it, it will be such a blessing. And do ask if you have any query.


#1 Dining with the poet- Poha

Hey there everyone, enjoying winters? Well so am I but with some restrictions. I am going through a treatment so my food and other day-to-day habits have been changed lately. Good news is that I lost 5kgs coz of that and feels amazing to get back in shape again. Anyway…lets come to the main topic of my new post.

I realised few days back while watching a food channel that hey- I cook too, so how come I never share anything which I cook? I should right? So that led me to my blog. From today onwards I’ll be food blogging as well and will try to make various kinds of dishes and that too in Pahadi style since I am from UK( don’t get shocked… I mean Uttarakhand… haha works everytime).

So according to my diet, I’ve been eating really healthy and light food which you may call as a patient’s daily meal too…well it is kinda like that only. So anyway, today we’ve something quite well known dish. My mother herself never had it in her whole life and when she ate it for the first time, she loved it; though adding at the end of the meal that it didn’t feel anything in her tummy!

Well that’s how much light it is. It’s POHA. And I am gonna make it in the simplest and the best way that I know. So let’s start…shall we?

Step 1-
Buy Poha. Well wasn’t that obvious right? Poha (also known as pauwa and pohe, among many other things in the many languages of India) is flattened rice flakes. Some packages call it “beaten rice”. Beaten or flattened, you decide. So anyway it’s easily available in any shop and umm just for the sake of showing here’s what I used-


Step 2-
Chop Onions and Tomatoes as per your interest. By interest here I mean that how you want your Poha. So I myself am not adding too much of the two. Just one Onion and one tomato. You can garter(in hindi it means कद्दूकस करना) both of them and use them instead of chopped ones as well.

Now a point to tell- Can you see that I’ve taken out seeds from the tomato and put them aside? Yeah… that I did coz these seeds might end up making up the stones inside you. I mean not always but they are harmful. How do I know? Well, what do you think the treatment is for that I am going through.


Step 3-
Drain your Poha in water and use a utensil with holes in it so that your water doesn’t retain in your Poha. 

If you see properly you can see sugar crystal in my washed Poha. Yeah, this gives amazing taste to our Poha. Sugar with little salt later on gives an amazing taste. So I recommend you to add it but if you like a salty one then yeah can omit it. You can also add Raisin(किश्मिश) to this.


Step 4-
Now we ready to cook. Put some oil in a pan(कड़ाही) and add some Cumin(ज़ीरा) seeds in it and let it change its color to little dark brownish. Don’t burn it though.

And don’t mind that the oil is in Bisleri Bottle, well Indian mother’s are quite exceptionally good in reusing some things.


Step 5-
Add chopped onion into the pan and cook it for a while till it becomes brownish from its sides.


Step 6-
Now add chopped tomatoes to the pan and just after adding that add salt to it as per your taste so that it dissolves.

I am using Patanjali salt. Apparently my father is a huge fan of Ramdev baba’s products. But listen carefully, this salt here is no good at all. It’s kinda like salt-less. I had to add  2 full tablespoons to get some salty taste in my Poha. So I’d say avoid buying Patanjali Iodine Salt as it’s useless.


Step 7-
At this time the electricity was gone so I had to put my pan over a stove. And also the pics might look bit shady now.
So anyway, now add some Turmeric(हल्दी) to your pan. Funny thing is that whenever I listen to the word turmeric, that Vicco Vajradanti commercial’s tune start ringing in my head.


Step 8-
Prepare the stuff in your pan properly and mix it well and then add your washed Poha into the pan and mix it well.

Though since without light it looks weird but trust me it looks amazing in real, you will see in a bit. So keep moving it till it mixes properly.

Step 9-
And when you’re done mixing your Poha, it’s ready to be served.
See wasn’t that way too simple? And trust me it tastes amazing. Some people like adding sauce to it so just for fun I added Kissan Chotu in our pic.


To be clear, NO… I am not advertising here for  either Savour, Bisleri or Kissan. Though I wish they were paying me for this… haha!

So that’s all folks, enjoy Poha and trust me it tastes amazing.


The Girl In The Coffee Shop

I was sitting in Starbucks one day waiting for my Latte. And the guy called for my order- “Jon Snow”. Well of course it was a false name. As we all know it was a name of character from Game of Thrones.

I just did it for fun…since one of my friend had done it once before(he went for Sherlock). So coming back to my story… just when my order was called…a girl giggled while looking towards me. She was sitting in a seat beside the counter. Well I was pretty quick to understand that she got the sarcasm in whole situation. Well as I moved to the counter to collect my coffee…I looked at her Frappuccino cup. In it was inscribed- “Khaleesi”. Well it was obvious of me to smile back at her. Well to those who didn’t get what so ironic about this incident is that, Khaleesi too is a name of character of GOT.

So as I was going back to my seat I said with a little smirk- “You’ve a nice name!”. She after taking a sip of her cup said- “Well your’s is no bad either. But you don’t look like a Jon Snow!” To which I responded- “You too don’t look like a Khaleesi.” Well then I came back to the place where I was sitting before.

We gave each other few looks. Of course it was a very weird situation as both of us had used fake names of the same show. And trust me she was quite cute. Well I finished off my coffee and sluggishly went out of the front door. Though a constant thought was struggling inside my mind that I should go and talk to her. Though the only thing which was hindering me to do that thought was that- would she even like to talk to me? Well after quite a slow walk down to one corner I turned around and started walking towards Starbucks again. I finally in so many years…with so many cute ones passing smile and me not going to them and letting them go… had finally decided to go and talk to this one.
When I returned back… she wasn’t there.

It feels really really bad when that happens you know. You actually start imagining various things which could happen if you actually go and talk to someone. And when that doesn’t happen…it crushes you completely. Well I not just searched Starbucks…but tried to find her in whole mall. But there was no sign of her. I somehow also knew that the amount of courage I had built up inside me at that time to go and talk to her… was not gonna make me talk to her now if I had seen her somewhere else. It’s just your gut which makes you do that and that’s there for just sometime.

Well that was not the first time as I said that someone smiled like that and I didn’t do anything about it… but I must say that this incident was quite memorable.

We All Ain’t Same

It was eight at night,
The night-crawlers were there to take over.
All looked so neat and clean like I did this morning.

The cab was already gone,
Had to reach home to celebrate the year end,
Couldn’t risk to be late.

Waiting outside for a ride,
A dame standing beside me, young and beautiful,
Gave an unforgettable smile.

From heavens just then dropped a green chariot,
Let’s share the fare to the metro said I,
She gave a nod in affirmation.

Reached the station,
Quick steps I took, not to waste a minute,
Eager my mother would be, waiting for me to reach home.

Lucky was I to get a spot free,
So I sat with my feeder feeding songs into me,
To pass the time in harmony.

But surprised was I to see her in front of me again,
Standing tall like she did earlier,
The young and beautiful dame.

Like a good gentleman I offered my seat,
She hesitated but took it eventually,
Happy in my heart I felt.

The station came and I stepped out,
The train was full, couldn’t see her from outside,
Didn’t get a chance to bid farewell.

With a heavy heart I came out,
Just then got a call from home,
Asked me to bring something sweet for dessert.

So many choices, not easy to pick any one,
So I chose something without seeing; asked to pack some.

As he packed, someone opened the door,
And walked right in the dame in the metro I was looking for.
I gave a surprising smile, to which she reacted little weird for a while.

She wasn’t that happy to see me as was I,
And same was her reaction as she passed me by,
Maybe she didn’t like my face after-all thought I.

I walked to my home, she wasn’t walking far ahead,
Kept on looking back, as if I was a wolf seeking her flesh.
I tried not to see her at all, didn’t want to give wrong impression.

I reached my doorstep, she saw me walking in,
That’s the last that I saw of her, a tragic journey it was.
Never to expect too much from now I swore.

The night was great
Had a great time, enjoyed a plenty,
Always fun, with family around.

Woke up quite late as a day off it was,
Washed my face and took a deep refreshing breath,
Came down, only to find a cop waiting for me!