Sunday’s feature: Indian Dessert

This is the picture of “Gulab Jamun ” I took this picture after I finished making this dessert. I had invited my daughter’s co-worker, who was kind enough to take care of our felines for a week, while we were in Montreal.As you can see there are quite a few.I intended to give him the remaining after our dinner. He chose to take a few. I took some with us and froze the ones left.

Here is the recipe for my dessert.

Ingredients:

1. 2 1/2 full cream milk powder( you can use skim milk powder, which is what I used)
2. 1 cup self-raising flour(Bisquik)
3. 11/2 tespoon soda
4. 250 g cream cheese package
5. 2/3 cup milk
6. 750 gram ghee( clarified butter)
7. oil for deep frying
8. Syrup
9. 2 litres(8 cups) water
10. 4 cups sugar
11. 1 tablespoon rose water optional
12. Method: Combine milk powder,sifted flour and soda in an medium bowl, rub in cheese until mixture resembles fine breadcrumbs.Using hand knead mixture in bowl, gradually adding enough milk until mixture holds its own shape and is slightly sticky to touch.Moisten hands with extra milk, roll level tablespoons of mixture into 30 sausage shapes.melt ghee(or clarified butter ) with enough oil to make depth of 5cm in medium pan
13. Deep fry 8 sausage shapes at a time for about five minutes or until golden brown and cooked through, stirring occasionally , drain on absorbent paper.Prick well with tooth pick ,place into syrup, cover and refrigerate.
14. syrup: combine water and sugar in a large saucepan,stir over heat, without boiling, until sugar is dissolved, bring to boil, boil uncovered without stirring , for 10 minutes(syrup should not change color. Cool syrup slightly, if you are using rose water this is the time to add it.
15. Enjoy this dessert.
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Daily Prompt: Game of Groans

Think of an object, an activity, or a cultural phenomenon you really don’t like. Now write a post(tongue in ….cheek or not…your call)about it’s the best thing ever.

Last week I was invited to attend a graduation party hosted by the parents of the graduate in a  church basement in the city. The hostess went all out, she cooked everything she thought would be appreciated by her guests.

There were three different dishes of chicken, there was beef and salmon fish. Rice was also served with it. We call  pulao or pilaf the English version.

The dessert was Gulab Jamun, our Canadian friends love it. We love it too and I have a recipe in my blog.

At first I was hesitant about going to the party, certain people who were  invited  are seasoned gossippers, I don’t care much about it.

The party went well, I was happy I decided to go. Sometimes I need to see people who speak the same language as me, I don’t mind speaking English ,but I do not want to lose touch with my mother tongue, which my father worked so hard to remind us we must know our own language first, then the ones we learned in school,and  in the neighborhood.

Regardless of where fate puts us it’s always a good thing to remember our roots.

And yes I had a good time speaking my mother tongue with a whole bunch of people. I enjoyed being there and realized I need to keep in touch with some of these people.

 

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365 Writing Prompt: Ripped into the headline

Write about something that happened over the weekend as though it’s the top story on your local paper.

Over the weekend we had a guest for supper. I was the cook, I did not leave any stone unturned to make it a very successful venture.

The menu was fried beef, chicken curry, garbanzo beans cooked with potatoes, matar pilaf and a salad.

For dessert I made Gulab Jamun and served it with sweet yogurt, then the herbal tea.

The beef,chicken, garbanzo beans, rice pilaf with peas and the salad were all winners.

The dessert took the second spot because I forgot one ingredient and ended up making it again. The remake was okay but could have been better. Sometimes I fail to understand why there has to be one dish which has failure written all over it.

We had a grand time, our guest was a  nice person , he enjoyed the food and we were delighted.

This was my weekend and I wouldn’t doubt it was good enough to make the headline on our local paper!

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