Simple wholesome mouth-watering Indian dishes made from grains and potatoes.
Asa youngster in Dubai, I was weaned on Indian cuisine. I was fed wholesome meals at the Ralli household.
The riveting tale of the Ralli family is a separate story that you are invited to read. It is a tale of acceptance, love, and trust.
It is nostalgic to recreate aunty Rani’s dishes, which she turned out in her kitchen at a moment’s notice. Recently with the help of her son, my friend Rohit who lives in Sydney, I have started recreating those tasty meals.
Here are five simple wholesome dishes made from grains and potatoes.
Cumin Potatoes
Ingredients
½ kilo of potatoes.
3 tablespoons of oil
1 teaspoon of cumin
3 hand-shredded whole dried red chillies
1 teaspoon of coriander powder
¼ teaspoon of turmeric
¼ teaspoon of red chilli powder
Salt to taste
Cooking Instructions
Boil, cool, peel and dice potatoes.
Fry the oil start and add cumin and the dried red chillies.
In this mix add the coriander powder.
Stir the mixture, when ready, add the diced potatoes. Mix well and turn down the heat.
Add turmeric, red chilli powder, salt and a bit of water.
Mix well and cook for about 5 minutes on medium heat.
Eat with a bit of rice. It is awesome.
Cumin Potatoes cooked
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Black Eye Beans
Ingredients
1 cup Black eye beams soaked in water for 4 hours up to overnight
1 tablespoon Oil
1 teaspoon Cumin seeds
1 Green Chili diced
1 cup Onion diced
½ tablespoon Ginger grated
½ tablespoon Garlic minced
1 cup Tomato diced
2 cups of water for cooking
1 teaspoon lime juice
Cilantro to garnish
½ teaspoon Ground Turmeric
½–1 teaspoon Kashmiri red chilli powder mild, adjust to taste
1 teaspoon Coriander powder
1 teaspoon Curry Powder (garam masala) adjust to taste
1 teaspoon salt, adjust to taste
Cooking Instructions
Soak the black eye beans in abundant water for 4 hours or overnight so they are all submerged. When you are ready to cook, drain the water.
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