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Presenting the Masala Dabba… Spice Box!

Masala Dabba, usually in stainless steel, comes with seven little dibbis, each one carrying a colorful spice, covered by a steel lid. Indispensable in every Indian kitchen. Yes, that about describes it.

When I first moved to the United States, I was entranced with IKEA. I snapped up a set of their cute little glass jars, thinking they’d be perfect to store spices. The transparent glass exterior would render it easy for me to view and pick the spice of my choice. My mother and mother-in-law use the renowned Masala Dabba but I was building a new kitchen, the first one in my life. And I was determined to be different. (Why do we want to forge a separate identity for ourselves? Question for another time.) So I went ahead, picked a bunch of the little glass jars, filled them with spices. And waited. No, I didn’t… 🙂 I set about learning to cook, poring the Internet for traditional recipes. Growing up, neither my younger sister nor I expressed the slightest intention to learn cooking, and my mother gave up on her efforts to make us do so. She wisely decided that when push came to shove, we would learn to cook. And we did.

The glass jars didn’t quite cut it. They looked so hip and trendy but maybe I wasn’t hip enough for them? Aah, well. Anyway, next India trip, I made a beeline to the nearest Indian kitchen appliance store and got myself a stainless steel Masala Dabba with the seven little dibbis. Brought the set home to Atlanta, washed and dried them all, filled them with my favorite spices and seeds. What’s in my Masala Dabba currently?

Take a look.

Masala Dabba

Bright yellow turmeric or haldi (center) – Fragrant, healing, warming, antiseptic

Starting from top right and moving clockwise,
Garam Masala – A unique combination made by dry-roasting and grinding a bunch of whole spices including cinnamon, cardamom, bay leaf, cloves and others, a little Garam Masala goes a long way! This one came home with me from India.
Mustard seeds – Indispensable to many South Indian dishes! When the seeds begin to pop in hot oil, it is time to get moving!
Dhania-Jeera Masala (Coriander-Cumin Powder) – A light spice combination that brings in a “green” (for want of a better word) flavor to all dishes
Fenugreek Seeds – Excellent digestive properties that have a bitter crunch to them when cooked. I don’t use them as much as I wish I did.
Kashmiri dried red chilli powder – Potent in small doses, a pinch or two does the trick.
Cumin seeds – I throw a couple of spoons into almost every lentil dal and/or vegetable dish I make.

Indian cuisine is not loaded with spices, as many people are wont to think. It is more accurate to state that Indian cooking relies on a huge plethora of spices for its rich flavors and varied taste palettes. However, throwing copious amounts of spices into any and every dish is not a sign of a good cook, although it may very well be the hallmark of chefs cooking in Indian restaurants here in the U.S… sigh. Instead, knowing the essence of each spice and intuiting the best method and quantity to use it, at the right time… these are signs of skilled cooks world over, aware and reflective, intuitive and listening.

These days, my mother (and my mom-in-law) use spice mixes sparingly. With age and experience, maturity and sensitivity, their hands and minds work skilfully, adding a teaspoon of turmeric here, a pinch of red chilli powder there, a cup of freshly ground coconut+cumin+dried red chillies into a pan of cooked amaranth and lentils, a handful of chopped cilantro into a pot of steaming moong dal…. and the end result is harmony, flavor, nourishment, health.

A Simple Formula for Lunch: Brown Rice, Lentil Dal and a Vegetable Dish

A dear friend asked me what I cooked for lunch during the week. She keeps a gluten-free, vegan, soy-free diet, and is always looking for tasty, healthy, simple meal options. I told her my weekday lunch routine – brown rice, lentil dal and a vegetable dish. I didn’t set out to find a simple formula but it has so happened over the last couple of weeks that I have been unfailingly following this 3-item menu. It takes the endless questioning ‘what-do-I-make-for-lunch’ out of the weeknights. Keep it simple for weekday lunches and save the drama/glamor for the weekends!

Brown rice
A friend suggested I buy Oyama stainless steel rice cooker. It is not cheap (it cost me $70, if I remember right) but I think it is great value for money. P and I eat rice almost every day, and while I like cooking rice on the stove top, it is nice to have an option that frees up one of the burners (and a cooking pan as well). Oyama has a stainless steel cooking vessel and so I don’t have to worry about the non-stick coating leaching into the cooked rice… Yech. That being said, brown rice needs a good lot of water for it to be cooked properly. I have been buying brown Basmati rice from my local Indian store, and following the 1:3.5 ratio for rice and water. The cooking process tends to be a tad messy because of the huge quantities of steam/water droplets emitted through the vent in the lid. Also, you have to monitor the cooking process closely so that you can turn off the power when the rice is cooked. On its own, it is automatically turned off only when all water has been completely absorbed, and to my taste, that renders the rice too dry.

Lentil Dal
Aah, the protein warrior for vegetarian diets! If someone asks me one more time about vegetarians and protein sources, I will hand them a packet of moong dal and ask them to shut up. Now I won’t do that, you know it! But lentils and beans are great sources of protein, as many vegetarians know. There are kinds and kinds of lentils – some light and easy to cook and to digest, some that do well with pre-soaking and require longer cooking times, some that work brilliantly with garlic, ginger and green chillies, while some others that only need cumin roasted in ghee and a garnish of cilantro to taste divine. Beans are heavier to digest. They are best consumed during summer and winter. They also need to be pre-soaked for a few hours before cooking. I cook both lentils and beans in my trusty stainless steel pressure cooker. In some regards, my kitchen is a direct descendant of the kitchens of my mother and mother-in-law, in that the pressure cooker occupies a place of pride. I have three of them and each one gets its turn routinely.

Vegetable Dish
My Mom has a lovely knack of making a vegetable dish out of almost anything. Give her a bunch of hardy greens, a giant colored squash, or a bundle of beets, and she will go at it with full enthusiasm. Her formula is simple. She chops the vegetable finely, so it cooks up in minutes. She uses spices very sparingly these days, preferring to rely on her trusted turmeric-red chilli powder combination mostly to draw out the natural flavors of the vegetable. Every once in a while, she will use a mix of dried cumin and coriander powder to add some North Indian flavors to the dish. Or she will add a teaspoon or so of the ubiquitous garam masala. In South Indian preparations, she uses coconut oil as the cooking medium and these days, I have begun to do that as well. Oh, she is also very liberal with her use of curry leaves. Sometimes, she will add freshly grated (or frozen) coconut to the dish after it is cooked. Very simple, honest flavors… homely and nourishing. That is Mom’s cooking.

There you have it, the magic weeknight formula to cook lunch for the next day… no fuss, no muss (whatever muss is!). The lentils on regular rotation in my kitchen include split pigeon peas (toor dal), green moong (or mung), yellow moong dal. Moong is one of those lentils that cooks up like a dream, is a powerhouse of nutrition, and most importantly, is easy on the digestive system. As for vegetables, I generally pick whatever is on sale at the local farmers market. Zucchini, green beans, sweet potatoes, beets and greens have been showing up regularly at Sandy Springs Farmers Market since weeks, and so, those are the veggies gracing our lunch boxes these days.

An Unlikely Feminist, A Proud Daughter

In the good old days, when 'Kaun Banega Crorepati,' India's version of 'Who Wants to be a Millionaire?' began beaming into our homes, it was a common question that the host Amitabh Bachchan posed to all contestants. He asked each one of them, " What will you do if you win a crore?" Many men responded readily, "Go on a date with Aishwarya Rai!" Those were the days before Ms. Rai became Mrs. Rai Bachchan, FYI. Amitabh Bachchan would laugh lightly, ask another sundry question or two, and continue on with the game. The Aishwarya Rai answer became so common that I never gave it a second thought. Everyone was half-jesting, of course.

Then one day, my Dad remarked (after hearing yet another contestant say the same thing), "Is Aishwarya Rai a prostitute that she will go with anyone who is rich?" He said it without any kind of anger or annoyance. It was a simple question, rhetorical one, of course. But it made me stop and think. I had also bought into the "commodification" of Aishwarya Rai with my complicity in the universal joke about a game show winner going out with Ms. World.

If you think I am a feminist, you now know where that comes from.

My 70-year-old Dad, born and raised in a traditional family in Kerala, went to school in his home state, moved to Bombay for work in the 1960s. It is not an uncommon story for many men from that generation. Yet to me, it is special because it tells me that neither education nor upbringing are sufficient factors when it comes to having a broadminded and progressive attitude. I know that there will be many who will refute this argument of mine but I continue to believe in it. I have seen examples of so-called educated men and women having awfully regressive attitudes. And the opposite is true as well.

Maybe my sister and I imbibed some of those truly cool values! I say that because both of us have (deliberately or not) chosen life partners who live the same values that my Dad practises… without a murmur or any kind of fanfare.

Performance Jitters and Complete Joy

I wonder if any of my friends would believe me if I told them that I was Shatrughna one time. And Dusshaasana too. Both male roles, all bravado and swagger, no feminine graces or smiles. As Shatrughna, I was destined to be defeated at the hands of my young nephews. But I gave that fight my all, ultimately getting routed by the two youngsters who chased me away. As Dusshaasana, I was the bigmouth, shouting insults at decent folks, strutting around the stage, intimidating people with my sheer size and big walk. Of course, at the end of the show, I was downed by Bhima (played by Chitra, a fellow dancer), mad with rage. I put up a tough fight. We went on for a long time, circling each other, mocking each other… taking out our clubs, finally using our bare knuckles and going all out. But I was killed, nay slaughtered. Had my guts ripped out, blood and gore pouring forth… Bhima was happy.

The magic of Kathakali is irresistible. A classical dance form of such finesse and refinement… to the uninitiated, it appears like an incomprehensible mix of intricate hand gestures, deft eye/hand movements, strong footwork, massively resounding drums, cymbals and conches, huge performers wearing elaborate costumes and makeup and more. However, to the crazy and devout few, Kathakali is absolute beauty, unfolding on stage with grace, power, strength and style! It is only love for this classical art that makes fans sit through nights and nights of performances, braving the heat and humidity, battling the relentless mosquitoes, fighting sleep. Only to rise in the morning, go home, catch a few hours of sleep, and then head back the following evening for the next performance.

Kathakali performers (male characters) are larger than life, literally. As Dusshaasana, I was a virtual giant on stage. My crown was a majestic white-red affair, towering over my head in sheer splendor. Every other character cowered before my bravado. Who'd think that underneath the starched cloths, velvet shirt, fearsome red face paint and long silver nails was a meek college-going girl?

I have had such a good time learning and performing Kathakali…. I could never express completely how much I love this dance form. After learning for a few years, I thought that I must learn a more feminine style of dance, so I began to learn Mohiniattam. Now this is an utterly feminine dance, almost the polar opposite of the masculine strength that Kathakali embodies. I realized soon after, that I liked the masculine grace of Kathakali a whole lot more than the feminine sweetness of Mohiniattam!

Fun times, such fun times. Getting to the venue early in the day, lying supine on the floor getting my face painted and make up done, having countless starched cotton cloth bits tied to my waist (praying all the time that I wouldn't need to pee… for the next 5-6 hours!), donning the velvet shirt, burnished gold ornaments, long silver nails… and then finally wearing the giant crown, the one that established my character… A nice guy on the side of justice, a villain disrobing women or anyone else. Then walking to the stage, touching the musical instruments in obeisance, praying for stamina, courage and grace so I could pay my respects to the stage and my art in the best way possible.

Oh such fun I have had… Wonder if I will have the fortune of inhabiting those characters ever again.

Krishna, Purappadu
Kathakali