We’ll see what that tastes like tomorrow! Since I’ve been reading about Ethiopian cooking and the classic dish gomen (collard greens stew), I added a wee bit of korarima (Ethiopian cardamom) at the last. Something about it reminded me a little of gongura dal. Of course this cooked up so green that it was more like dal saag, but with the usual treatment of tamrarind and sambhar powder, it tasted good enough. I tossed in a few dried jackfruit chips for good measure. I chose a strong veg for the sambhar, just in case - fresh collard greens (next best thing to kohlrabi greens), chopped well and cooked right in the dal. Almost like silk, those tiny pearls of ricey goodness. This time I tasted and honestly, I found it delicious. Let it sit another 10 minutes or so, uncovered and waved off that steam. I waved off that steam, fluffed the rice up with a fork, and recovered. Ok, there was a new aroma, but I would definitely not call it unpleasant. I turned off the heat and, steeling myself for the moment of truth, carefully opened the lid. Placed in a large saucepan with about 1 2/3 c water, brought to a boil, lowered the heat to lowest setting and cooked, covered, ten minutes. Rinsed again and drained a little longer. I rinsed one scant cup of muthu samba and drained it for 30 minutes. I googled the manufacturer and basically followed their recipe to cook the rice. That was all it took for me - trepidation disappeared and I was excited to cook the baby grains. I tried to capture that with the camera but I did not do it justice. The tiny little grains looked for all the world like raw sugar, sparkling in the light. I poured most of the contents into a lovely new container purchased just for that purpose. Whew - nothing to worry about, smells like rice. I opened the bag and oh, so gingerly, stuck my nose inside. That meant rice, so out came the muthu samba at last. There’s nobody to cook for but me, and I wanted some comfort food - what else but sambhar! Then came tonight, eve of the long weekend!īoth the kids are away. I was procrastinating, one of my true strengths! □ So the samba rice sat and I busied myself with other things… things that didn’t require rice. Then I read the follow-up post - sounding better, but I’m still a bit timid… I came across Shammi’s first post - uh oh, now I’m a little nervous to cook this rice… Interestingly, I found a large source of information right around the blog-corner at Food In The Main. While waiting, I checked through my cookbooks and googled, finding very little about this Muthu Samba rice I had purchased. Of course I brought it home, but it had to wait until my open rice was finished before I tried it. I forget where I finally stumbled upon a 5 kg bag of not seeraga, but at least samba rice. “Oh, yes”! (a little startled) “we have sona masuri rice, come right this way”! “No, I’m looking for Seeraga Samba rice, it’s very small, from the south of India, smaller than sona masuri”, I tried in vain to explain. “What’s that madam, some nice basmati rice today”? “Pardon me, do you have seeraga samba rice”? Like many of my questions, it garnered me strange looks every time I asked: With her delicious chicken biryani at Daily Musings. While I can’t always control what’s going on around me, I can control what’s going onto my supper plate! Sometimes I should control that a bit more □įor the longest time, I looked for seeraga samba rice that ISG talks about I don’t deny that I often retreat to the kitchen. It could be an unexpected song on the radio, an unexpected bird in the tree, an unexpected boat at the Soo, or an unexpected surprise in the kitchen. When I feel a bit disjointed and out of my comfort zone, it’s the little things in life that appeal. Gorgeous male eastern bluebird enjoying the sunny new hampshire spring munson, heading down to the soo locksįairly sure this is a juvenile golden eagle with either a raven or a crow chasing it ~ hard to tell from a photo so far away but check out the size of
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