Of fish curry and love
Those who know me also know that though I love food, cooking is not my cup of tea. One, it takes time and two, it takes time. VT and I have different food preferences and our help does a good job of managing our food. With a little help, she has brought the flavors of Haryana and Uttar Pradesh together in her own Nepali style.
However, one thing that I sorely miss at home is non-vegetarian food. VT is a vegetarian and though he is willing to try, it’s hard for me to get something cooked just for myself. I take days to finish it alone and then it gets boring. It also seems unfair to get two different varieties cooked at home. So, I have left eating meat to our restaurant trips.
This year when I visited home, I realized how much I have missed my dose of fried fish and fish curry. So I decided to shake things a bit. I learnt a few recipes from Mum and they have been working very well. I buy my fish first thing in the morning and then I take good two hours to cook it in my style. Slow and easy-going. I do multiple things when the curry simmers and the spices roast filling the house with the aroma.
My love for fish is not just about the taste. I grew up in a household that celebrated with fish. We had Dusshera where fish was mandatory and for anything that’s auspicious, fish was considered the best way to show gratitude. Even this year when I visited home, I was welcomed with various preparations of fish – both in Azamgarh and Gorakhpur. Somehow with hostel life and then different food preferences at home, this love lost its way. But not anymore.
Fried fish seems to work for VT and I get to enjoy that along with curry and rice. Looks like this new schedule on a Saturday is going to stay.
Esha’s recipe is very similar to how I cook fish curry at home and for now, here is how my fish curry looked this week.
For day 20 #NaBloPoMo, I am writing about food.