Spicy Fish Rice

Spicy Fish Rice

Nimal Ranatunga inspired

A simple method for creating a Sri Lankan-inspired dish using canned tuna or mackerel. The recipe instructs readers on preparing the fish and spices separately before combining them with cooked rice.

Ingredients

1 Tin of Tuna or Mackerel

2 Tablespoons of oil

A few curry leaves, chopped

1/2 Onion thinly sliced

1 Teaspoon of salt

2 Teaspoons of Chinese Chillie mix

Cooking Instructions

Open the Tuna/Mackerel tin

Drain the water and wash it thoroughly

Fire up the gas cooker on a low flame

Let the Fish dry on a low flame

Make it flaky

When you feel the fish is dry enough, add oil and let it temper

Add curry leaves, sliced onions and salt

Continue tempering

When it is cooked, add the Chinese Chillie mix

Cook the sushi rice separately in a rice cooker.

Once the Fish is perfectly cooked, add the cooked rice in portions, ensuring each portion is mixed well for consistency.

You have a great Nimal-style meal, Sri Lankan-style.

Salt to taste

It is awesome.

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