The Reluctant Mangiferian

Mangifera indica.  The revered mango.  You’d think growing up in Asia I’d have mango juice running through my veins instead of blood, but the truth is, I’ve never been a massive fan of ripe mangoes. I mean, they’re tasty and all, but I’ve always preferred the unripe, green ones–with a little salt and chili powder like the fruit vendors sell on the streets of Bangkok.  And living in India makes it hard to avoid mango mania.  Mango trees dominate the treescape in Bandra (I have four trees flanking my building alone), and come March, everywhere you look you’ll see clutches of bright green fruit emerging from the dusty leaves.   For the mango indifferent such as myself, it can be an annoying time of year.  When you’re not tripping over boxes of Alphonso mangoes stacked on every street corner in Bandra, then you’re probably deleting emails and texts advertising said boxes of Alphonso mangos.  Everywhere you go, you’ll hear locals and expats alike extolling the virtues of the mango with almost religious fervor.  I almost didn’t buy any mangoes out of pure stubborness…but then I thought I’d be doing the readers of my blog a disservice if I didn’t partake at least a little, so here goes: my toe-dip into Mumbai Mango Madness!

Totapuri

This is one elegant mango!  Unlike its voluptuous, petite, and stout kin, the Totapuri is slender and elongated.    The one pictured below was still slightly tart, so my impression of the taste could be inaccurate: I found it quite delicate and acidic.  ”Subtle” was the word M used to describe it.  (It’s the mango I made a “hedgehog” out of in the pic below, just in case you were wondering what it looked like on the inside.)

DSC_7929

Badam

Badam means almond in Hindi, and I guess this mango sort of resembled an almond (it certainly didn’t taste like one).  It was very juicy, and I liked the fresh, light, and floral taste.

albad

 

Alphonso

This is the darling of Maharashtra and for good reason.  M and I both agreed that it was the best mango either of us had ever tasted.  Its bright orange flesh was soft but not mushy; it was the perfect balance of sweet and tart; and while very rich and creamy, the floral notes and acidity prevented it from being cloying.  This is the mango of stereotype that you didn’t know actually existed (especially if all you’ve ever eaten are the fibrous embarrassments sold in US grocery stores), the Body Shop Body Butter mango!  Mangoes in general still aren’t my favorite fruit, but the Alphonso might be in my top 5.  And a box of 12 cost us only $9!


DSC_7936

The varieties mentioned above are not very fibrous, so you can easily eat them with a spoon.

DSC_7951

 

But mango “hedgehogs” are way more fun!

mangohedge

And as if mangoes weren’t rich and desserty enough, someone had to go and make ice-cream out of them!  Natural makes a crazy good mango ice-cream with no artificial flavors, just real mango goodness.  It’s only available for a few months, so get your fill now!  Did I mention they deliver?

 

mangoice

 

If you want a more comprehensive and less grouchy guide to mangoes, try Mumbai Boss.

 

Love, Hate, Something I Ate #3

Wow, time is a-flyin’!  54 days left in Mumbai (not that I’m counting or anything)!  Here’s my third installment of Love, Hate, Something I Ate!  Enjoy:)  Oh, and if you notice some wacky changes to this blog’s layout every time you visit, I apologize; I’m experimenting with some new blog themes.

Love…

Mumbai has several stores that sell pretty gift-bags, wrapping paper, and stationary.  Fabindia is a bit overpriced, but their bags come with matching tissue paper, which is nice.  You can go crazy at Chimanlal’s and end up spending only a few dollars.  These make great gifts for crafty types; M ended up buying oodles of cards and boxes for his mother.

Clockwise from top: Pink and gold gift-bag and embossed notepaper in a tray from Fabindia; gift-tags and star box from Chimanlal’s:

Hate….

f0864dd7-7556-4d6b-b902-89b9739da653hires

source: http://www.hindustantimes.com

…the harassment, molestation, and rape of women everywhere.  With regards to India, I believe that until women are respected as individuals with rights over their own sexuality and NOT just as mothers, sisters, daughters, and wives, they will continue to be in danger, as will female tourists and expats who come here.  The man in the photo above clearly has good intentions, but I think his message is precisely what’s wrong with India.  Women are seen as either hypersexual Bollywood stars or desexualized mothers, sisters, and daughters.  So what happens when some men see an attractive female who is clearly NOT their mother, sister, or daughter?

In most of the places I have lived or traveled, women take for granted their ability to display their sexuality and attractiveness AND be respected at the same time.  Men may look, even smile, but they don’t, for the most part, ogle, harass, or rape (at least not as frequently as seems to happen here in India).  I don’t have all the answers; I know there are numerous factors behind the dismal treatment of women in India, including a gender imbalance that has left millions of men without any chance of ever finding a partner.  Whatever the cause(s), it is one of the major reasons I’ll be leaving India in two months.

Something I ate…

Everyone knows it’s mango season here in Mumbai!  You can’t miss the crates of juicy, yellow fruit stacked on every street corner.   But did you know it’s also  “Kala Jambul” season?  Didn’t think so.  Okay, so this rather obscure fruit is probably never going to knock the revered mango off its pedestal, but I think they’re awesome!  The skin is an intense purple that will stain your hands and tongue, and the flesh is a little sweet and very tart, like the combination of a grape and a cranberry.  I like to sprinkle them with a little salt and pop them in my mouth as a snack (they’re supposed to be good for controlling blood sugar), but I’m thinking about trying to make jam with them.  You should see them in piles on vendors’ carts from now until the end of summer.

7450683046_f23e808eaf_o_Fotor_20130414

Here Sharky, Sharky!

Ever since I learned to dive, I’ve wanted to see a whale shark (Rhincodon typus).  Okay, that’s a whopping 10 months on the bucket list, but still, M’s stories of swimming alongside these gentle giants got me super excited.  I’ll admit, I had no idea whale sharks were really sharks and thus the biggest fish in the sea.  I didn’t know much about them at all, just that they were massive.  M, who is a diving instructor by profession and went diving almost every single day while living in Koh Tao, Thailand for three years, has seen a whale shark on 15 different occasions, roughly every hundred dives.   (Unfortunately, their numbers are dwindling due to over-fishing and environmental pollution.  All sharks are also at risk due to finning for shark fin soup; here’s how you can help save the sharks:  http://www.savingsharks.com)

A couple of weeks ago, we decided to fly to Thailand for spring break and go diving in Koh Tao, where we first met.  I wasn’t about to get my hopes up, but I begged M to rent an underwater camera, anyway, thinking it would be fun to get some shots of the coral and other fishies (and, yes, secretly hoping we’d get lucky and see one!).

Unfortunately, as I was descending during my first dive, I got a sharp pain in my tooth that began to spread; I had to come up to the surface.  We had no idea what it was, but others on the boat said it sounded like a “tooth squeeze,” possibly due to a cavity or tooth abscess that was being compressed by the intense pressure.  I was really upset, of course, but felt even worse when the boatmaster announced that we would be heading to a new dive site because the captain had gotten word that a whale shark had been spotted.  As tears rolled down my face, M tried to comfort me with promises of future whale sharks in Bali.  I decided to suit up again anyway because I figured that even if I couldn’t descend very far, I might be able to see it on or near the surface.

It turned out that the whale shark, which was a baby, spent  most of her time cruising relatively close to the surface, so M and I got to spend more time with her than we would have had we gone deeper (it’s dangerous to ascend too quickly).  I’m pleased to say that diving with a whale shark is as magical an experience as it’s cracked up to be; I couldn’t believe how enormous this “baby” was, and I was stunned by the dance of sunlight on her beautifully patterned skin as she cruised around us.  We nicknamed her “Angelica” because she was so graceful:)    The fish attached to the whale shark are called remora; they are sucker fish that help keep bacteria off the whale shark’s skin.  They have a symbiotic relationship.  The fish swimming alongside the whale shark are called cobia; they form a sort of entourage and go wherever the whale shark goes.

By the way, I went to the dentist and was told that the pain was likely from a chronic sinus infection I’ve had since moving to Mumbai and not anything to do with my teeth, so hopefully my sinuses will return to normal over the summer and I’ll be able to dive again when I move to Bali in August!

M took all of these pictures; I was too busy trying to get closer or swim the hell out of the way!

P1040412

Some other awesome shots from our trip to Thailand:

An amazing Koh Tao sunset!

DSC_7619

Green Papaya and Mango Salad (Som Tam Thai)

When I lived in Thailand my daily lunch tradition was to visit the little food stall outside my school and order a plate of som tam, a spicy, sour, sweet, and salty salad made with shredded green papaya and served with a blob of sticky rice.  Over the years, as my chili tolerance grew, I graduated from three red chilies to a searing nine red chilies in my salad–so many that the Thai women who gathered around the stall would debate over whether I was really a farang (foreigner) or not.  Moving to India has lowered my chili tolerance because, unlike in Thailand where the water is relatively clean, street-food here isn’t always the most hygienic choice!  (And restaurant food is nowhere near as spicy.)

somtambeach

Eating som tam on the beach on Koh Samet (Samet Island), Thailand

I was never adventurous enough to try som tam pla laa (with fermented fish) or moo (with raw crab), and I’m glad because the former has been blamed for the high rates of liver cancer in Thais due to a parasite that lives in the fish.  Needless to say, my version does not have ANY dangerous ingredients in it.  The most “exotic” ingredient is perhaps the fish sauce, which bears no relation to the cancer-causing fermented fish mentioned above.

Thankfully, there are only a few special ingredients required to make an authentic plate of som tam, and none are that difficult to find these days.  My som tam lady always included dried shrimp, raw green beans, and tomatoes in addition to the ingredients listed below.

Som tam is made in a big wooden bowl and pounded with a wooden pestle.  I brought mine with me to Mumbai from Thailand when I moved here.  If you don’t have one, you can improvise by pounding your salad in any large (unbreakable) bowl using a rolling-pin, perhaps.   But you must pound!  ”Som tam” actually means pounded salad, and pounding the ingredients together softens the tough papaya and melds the flavors.

DSC_6683 (1)

The beauty of som tam is that there is no right or wrong way of making it; if you like it extra tart, add more lime; if you don’t like the fish sauce, leave it out or replace some of it with light soy sauce.  The hardest part for me was bringing myself to add the amount of sugar called for–it’s a lot!  I’ve tried to make low sugar and no sugar versions, but they just don’t taste very good.  Splenda or stevia, maybe?  Palm sugar is called jaggery in India and is widely available but much harder to work with than the Thai stuff, but if I have to use it, I find that sticking it in the microwave for few minutes helps make it more pliable.  Or you could experiment with different sweeteners, such as brown sugar!

Makes 2-3 large servings

Ingredients:

6 cloves of garlic

hot red chilies to taste

6 T soft palm sugar or to taste

6 T Thai fish sauce or to taste

2 medium limes, juiced

small handful of dried tamarind, soaked in 1/2 cup of water for a few minutes and then mixed until pulp and water combine to form a thick liquid; discard solids (optional)

salt to taste

1 large firm green papaya, peeled and shredded, seeds and membrane discarded (if you don’t have the special tool pictured below, you can use a use a large, sharp knife to hack at the papaya all the way around and then shave off thin strips or you can use a mandolin or food processor to achieve a fine julienne).

DSC_6680

1 small green mango, peeled and shredded, seed discarded (optional)

handful of unsalted peanuts, roasted and without skins

Prepare all your ingredients in separate bowls ahead of time so you can add them as you go

Thai food always has lots of “stuff” in it that needs to be picked around, like chunks of galangal and stalks of lemongrass, so don’t bother removing the garlic peels, and you can throw the lime halves in the bowl for added flavor after you squeeze the juice in.

 

somtamingredients

1. Begin by pounding 3 cloves of garlic with desired number of red chilies until garlic is smashed and comes away from the peel and the chilies are broken into a few pieces and have released some of their seeds.

DSC_6689

2.  Add 3 T or half the palm sugar, juice of 1 lime, 3 T or half the fish sauce, and 2 T of the tamarind liquid to the bowl.

3.  Pound until the sugar is dissolved, being careful not to splash the liquid into your eyes.  Taste a little of the sauce.  Adjust the heat, acid, sugar, and salt to balance the flavors to your liking.

DSC_6692

4. Add a handful of the shredded papaya and mango to the bowl on top of the sauce.  If you are right-handed, hold the pestle in your right hand and a fork in your left.  Alternate pounding the papaya into the sauce with the pestle and scraping down the sides of the bowl with the fork.  Do this maybe 10 times until the sauce begins to coat the slightly softened papaya and mango.  Don’t go overboard lest the papaya loses its crunch and becomes soggy.

DSC_6694

DSC_6695

5.  Add a bit more of the shredded papaya and mango to the bowl, but not too much as there should be a lot more sauce than salad.  Also add half the peanuts to the bowl.  Pound/scrape a few more times until incorporated.

6.  With a spoon, scrape salad onto a large plate.  Let all of the sauce drip onto the salad; there should be a puddle of it left on the plate after you eat your som tam.  Awesome for dunking any leftover sticky rice!

7.  Repeat 1-6 to make another serving.  You may have excess papaya/mango to make a 3rd serving.  If you don’t plan to use it right away, pat it dry and store it in an airtight container in the fridge.  It should last 2-3 days.

Thais eat pretty much everything, including som tam,  with a spoon and fork, but I like eating mine with chopsticks!  Enjoy:)

keepsom

The Day the Blender Broke

It’s really, really hard to find affordable butter here that isn’t salty as hell.  In quantities appropriate for baking, at least.  So, in the spirit of my current DIY obsession, I decided to make my own.  Despite the fact that I happen to be reading a book that discourages this in its very title (Make the Bread, Buy the Butter, by Jennifer Reese), everything I’ve read says that if you own a blender or food processor, making your own butter is as easy as corn on the cob.  I left my Cuisinart food processor in the states (along with almost everything else that would make my recent kitchen attempts much, much easier), so into the blender went 3/4 a quart of Amul cream and a tiny pinch of salt.

About 10 minutes in, the blender conked out.  The motor was still running, but the part that attached the motor to the blades had melted.  I thought, well, it’s almost there, I’ll just whisk it until it becomes butter!  Not so different from when I was a kid and Mrs. Lambert had us shake jars of cream until their contents turned grainy, right?  If kindergarteners could do it, how hard could it be?

DSC_6859

About an hour of whisking later, I still had nothing but deflated whipped cream.  Meanwhile, M had decided to try the jar technique and had long since made whipped cream, but it wasn’t breaking like it was supposed to (unless it had already become whipped butter, which is quite possible!).  I figured it was taking longer because the Indian cream has about 10% less milk fat than the American stuff used to make butter, so I kept whisking away for another half an hour or so.  My arm ached.  I looked like like a Dalmatian in reverse, my black leggings and hair dotted with splashes of cream.  I was about to give up. And then suddenly, I noticed fat droplets in the froth; a sheen had begun to form on top of the cream.  A few minutes later, it started to look grainy.  I kept whisking until I could see the fat solids separate from the milk.  I poured the mixture through a strainer and put the buttermilk in a jug in the fridge.  I then lowered the strainer into a bowl of ice-cold water and gathered the pieces of butter into a ball, squeezing out any remaining buttermilk as I went.  I ended up with an entire cup of butter!  Not bad at all.  And it’s true: real butter doesn’t have that characteristic yellow hue that we’re used to, but it tastes wonderful, especially without all that added salt.

We had it on toast for breakfast this morning.  There’s something primally satisfying about eating the fruits of your own labor.  And I mean the fruit part literally, too.  That red stuff that M is spreading on his toast in the pic below is homemade strawberry-lime jam.  I made 6 4-oz jars of it the other day.  Delicious!

DSC_6880

DSC_6898 (1)

At about 1:30 in the morning, when the butter was finally made and put away, M and I cracked up laughing because last year we met while I was learning to scuba dive (he was my instructor), and I fell for him in earnest while watching him sing on stage in the evenings, surrounded by tipsy tourists on a tropical island.  And now here we were, spending our Saturday nights making butter:)  True love.  Either that or we’re getting old!

Strawberry jam recipes and instructions abound, so I’ll spare you the repetition; here, however, are the photos immortalizing my first jam making experience.

Next: Pomegranate-Orange Marmalade!

DSC_6730 (1)

DSC_6739 (1)

DSC_6746 (1)

DSC_6813 (1)

DSC_6784 (1)

Mumbai Farmers’ Market

I like to think that one of the things I miss about being home is riding my bike to the farmers’ market, but the truth is, the last time I went to the Boulder Farmers’ Market, I drove.  Okay, so while my nostalgic fantasy of life back in the states isn’t wholly accurate, I do miss being able to wander from stall to stall while breathing fresh air and without being yelled at or nearly run over by an auto-rickshaw along Pali Naka.

So, last fall, when a friend of mine suggested we check out the farmers’ market at Maharashtra Nature Park, I was more than up for it.  Not so happy when we got there, though.  All of the stalls were packed into a tiny, dark room in the middle of a beautiful, spacious park; it made no sense!  It was crowded and dirty and just altogether disappointing, which is why I’ve been avoiding going back for so many months.  But today M and I decided to check it out to see if it had gotten any better, and I’m glad we did.  Everything is outdoors now, and there’s an easygoing vibe that was definitely lacking the first time I went.  Woo hoo!

No plastic bags, yay!

Red rice dosa + spicy coconut chutney

There were stalls selling organic honey, plants, snacks, and lots more.

DSC_6441

DSC_6443

DSC_6454

A box of ripe figs for less than $2…methinks some preserves are in order!

DSC_6489

And even though I’m leaving in just a few months and will have to give away all of my plants, I couldn’t resist buying this cute little pepper plant to keep my pot of lemongrass and my lime tree company.

DSC_6501

M and I decided to fix an early dinner when we got home: farmers’ market poached eggs + paprika and thyme Hollandaise sauce with garlicky beet greens and roasted rosemary potatoes, peppers, and beets.

I had never poached eggs in simmering water before (without a little metal poacher thingy), so I followed these instructions; and M suggested creating a whirlpool to help hold the whites together, which I thought was pretty cool.

The sauce was just this recipe plus lots of paprika instead of cayenne and the addition of some fresh thyme. Oh, and lime juice instead of lemon.  Easy because everything goes in the blender!

The beet greens were sautéed in a bit of olive oil and garlic and then sprinkled with some lime juice.  Simple and delicious.  It’s sad that beet green so often go to waste.

The rest of the veggies were just thrown into a roasting pan with some olive oil, rosemary, and sea salt and turned every now and then until the potatoes were fork tender.

Plate up, grind some black pepper over the top of everything, and you have a great Sunday meal!

DSC_6528

Love, Hate, Something I Ate #2

Love…

Coming home to fresh flowers. These stargazer lilies were purchased down the street.  They smell divine!

lilymosaic7d78c710a6318920320a5c41225628288724df25

Hate…

Most Indians I know do not spit in public, and I’m not sure what percentage do, but I doubt there’s a square inch of Mumbai left that hasn’t been drenched in loogies.  My ride to work every morning is set to the curious soundtrack of grown men hawking and expelling spit of all colors and consistencies out of car windows, buses, auto rickshaws, and shopfronts.

Why do some Indians spit everywhere?  Is it because they chew betel/areca nuts and leaves and see the streets as one giant spittoon?  Or is it because of some ancient belief that it’s not healthy to swallow phlegm?  This article from The Hindu tries to understand the issue but doesn’t get very far either.

Something I ate… 

Not very appetizing after discussing spit, is it?

sitaphalicecream

Natural, a Juhu-based ice-cream chain, makes this sweet treat.  Sitaphal, or sugar apple (Annona squamosa) in English, is one of those guilt-inducing tropical fruits, like mango and avocado, that seem to blur the line between healthy snack and decadent dessert.  Just out of the fridge, they’re so sweet and creamy you’d think they’d already been turned into ice-cream!

sugarapple

Natural’s Sitaphal ice-cream is milky with a slightly floral scent like that of young coconut, a flavor they also carry, by the way.   And unfortunately for us, they’re located just steps away from our apartment!