Uncanny Thoughts give birth to this...

Last week, I was pumped up, full of exuberance. Hence, it resulted in the termination of my lethargy and a new dawn in my Food blogging passion. I am still excited. I just cannot wait to recite a newer, fresher kitchen chronicle.

Almost all the time, I am thinking. I dream for innovation, ideas that can elevate my stories; notions full of spicy thrills. Well, the previous night I found one, while I was unable to sleep as the room darkened.

Before my spirit dies, lemme exploit the opportunity and strike while the iron is hot. (Except in my case, it is a cast iron utensil)

I would call this form of kitchen chronicle: “Bizarre yet True”

A short intro first…

In this, I will be talking about some unconventional stuff that are a bit strange though always (mostly) can be found in and around one’s kitchen.

Bizarre Yet True Episode 1: Pets

Yah! Pets, you read it right. Whether you like them or not, they are basically everywhere. They are omnipresent (in a kitchen). And by pets, I mean of all varying sizes. In every kitchen, whether personal or commercial, there is at least one or two lurking in silence. If you are unaware of such pets, go dig your kitchen and you might find some. Rats, cockroaches, termites, ants and many more. (Wait! They are not pets. Pest, right? I misspell a lot)

Pets or Pests, it doesn’t matter what you call them, they are a nuisance for everyone. In big commercial kitchens and restaurants, the staff loathe them from the very bottom of their feet (Not heart). They get humiliated if a lizard swims in the soup, or a rat races beneath the customer’s chairs. Horrendous! But it becomes more terrifying when an unprecedented food safety officer visits for a ‘Quality Control’ checkup. I am getting chills…

Mr. Chamka

Meet my largest buddy who often roams around my kitchen. His name is Chamka, the one with a shine, in Bengali. He is a nice creature, very social and communicative. An extroverted cat. Loves to eat chicken meat and fish too. Mostly he is given milk and biscuits, because it’s more economical. He goes crazy when is left unattended. His hunger tantrums are worth watching. Despite being a tiger hued feline, his roars (meows) are entertaining.

The question that requires to be answered is:- How to control the pets that skulk in the place where we are supposed to maintain topmost hygiene? I would suggest, rather than scaring or killing them away, just give them whatever they are in search for (in moderation). Feed them if possible. But if situation goes from worse to worst, use rational chemicals. Treat them well.

(Clearing my throat) I am saying this because I DON’T DESIRE TO BE SUED BY ‘PETA’.

Befriend them or not, YOU DECIDE!

Thanks for reading…

A Mystery of Leftovers...

In my seventeen years of life, I have been a keen observant of mannerisms. I see a lot of people and try to interpret their motives. I wouldn’t say that I judge them, nonetheless humans (unintentionally) endeavor to portray a definite image of themselves while interacting in the society. There is an aphorism that is quite popular presently; “fake it till you make it.”

The mind can influence one’s body, similarly the body can affect the state of mind. A trivial smile can induce positive thoughts, a seven minute walk changes your mood inside-out.

The End Product

I was on a long break, cameo-ed by academics, procrastination and inactivity. “Experimenting with self” is a good way to not to call oneself lazy, isn't it? Now I’m right on track, until some other thing arises to bother my perception.

Frankly speaking, I was unable to motivate myself to cook; A Chef’s Block. (Another word to describe 'sloth' is 'block')

Anyway, I excavated some leftovers from the fridge, and ‘khat khat khat’! Made a bland sauce, boiled and fried some noodles and bam! There you go, A Chopsuey!

Crisp Noodle Cake

I have plenty of time now, I hope my readers have some too.

Anthropology of Food is an interesting dilemma. No one knows what to speak, but some random dude will connect some random dots backed by some stochastic stories and assumptions and there you have AN ORIGIN OF A DISH.

One guy who wears the above description, contemplates Chopsuey to be an abbreviation of ‘Chopped Sewage’. Seriously! I accept the fact that the dish is somewhat bland, contradicts the Chinese as it contains overcooked veggies, and can be found in almost every take-away menu. 

Regardless, I feel Chopsuey is a perfect example of a dish meta-morphed as per the social ambiance. It suits both Non-Asian and Oriental taste buds, without any disappointment.

Spare me some time to speak on my take on Chopsuey. This was my fourth time making it, it felt like I am a step closer to perfection. The main attraction of this dish would not be the sauce, because it's bland. The salient one is the crisp noodle cake, it is the cherry on top of the cake (pun intended), a new mouthfeel. It doesn't depletes the overall umami as well.

Thanks for reading...