Of Crabs and chocolate cake

Like the rest of the week my weekends are also compartmentalised into various matters that I cannot fit into my weekday schedules . Saturdays are for shopping , having lazy lunches with families or friends , taking the girls out on long drives , favouring the neighbourhood Barista or browsing in a bookstore .

Sundays however are reserved for cooking , watching a DVD in the afternoon whilst eating salted jamuns and a lazy evening thereafter .
Sunday mornings are spent worrying about when and with what AG is going to turn up with from the market . .On steamy summer mornings when the humidity hits 95 and the temperature maxes at 42 he is likely to come back with a kilo of shrimps which need deveining , tiny fish called mourala which need cleaning and all this at 1130 which gives us a scant 2 hours to clean up and cook lunch. The man is good - he stocks the freezer himself , with the fish - the calculations of which fish on which day just pass me by .

Last Sunday was Crab Sunday . Delectable little meaty softshell crabs .cooked to perfection in a gravy of garlic-onion-ginger-cumin -chilli masala .Eaten with steamed rice - it's pure heaven .

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Bengali Crab Curry

500 gms softshell crabs, cleaned and in their shell

Onion,garlic,ginger - pureed

1 medium onion chopped

Turmeric/Cumin powder - 2 tsps each and chili powder - 1 tsp or to taste

Salt

Mustard Oil

Green chillies - slit

Potatoes - cubed small

In a wok heat the oil and fry the onions till translucent . Fry the onion ginger garlic paste and add the dry spices and salt . Add a little water and fry till the oil floats on top . Add the diced potatoes and the crab legs and cook till tender .

Place the crabs over the potaoes and spoon gravy over them . Cover and steam for about 15 minutes or till the crabs are cooked through . Remove and serve with steamed rice and a cucumber,tomato,onion salad

Sometimes ,Sundays are bake days when I cook standard favourites or pick up something from the net or friends . The cinnamon chocolate bundt was discovered by Itchy and passed on to us . What can I say ? It was soft and moist because of the butter -oil combination in equal ratio and the yogurt which went into it along with the cinnamon powder .

The cake was greeted happily by Tani but Srin , being more of a conservative and not given to culinary experiments with her favourite cakes wrinkled her nose .

A piece of fish

She had spent most of her young life in and around the kitchens of the huge house where her mother , a tall ,spare, stern Brahmin widow, a distant cousin of the master of the house , was the cook . The girl's hair was cropped close to her head and her attire was a homespun white sari . She had been married when very small, to someone who died shortly afterwards - she herself had no recollection of the man she had married ,but the fact that it was short lived was something that was drummed into her every waking minute of the last six years - which was now an eternity stretching forward into a dark, fathomless pit .

Not for her the luxury of food or clothes or even the simple pleasures of rides in the fairs or the colourful bangles and red ribbons , a colourful striped handloom sari ,or even the sweets that the other children enjoyed .

Abstinence and austerity - these two words ruled her life . These and hard work -to keep her soul and body clean and pure . Wash the vegetables which the maids cut , pick the leaves of the sag and wash it carefully, clean the rice and soak it , run errands for her mother. The food she ate was also dictated by the almanac .Special diets on certain days which she shared with her mother .

Cooking held no fascination for her . When her mother cooked fish it was torture . First the cleaning and gutting ,then the slicing of the fish into pieces with the bnonti ,applying turmeric and salt and then frying in hot smoking mustard oil in the huge iron korai (wok). The smell of frying fish was so evocative - she salivated , watching round eyed as the fried fish was deposited on a plate - rui from the master's ponds in the village, crisp and brown on the outside , the flesh ,pale pink and white .She imagined eating it , her eyes closing and toes curling in orgasmic delight at the thought .

She wondered that her mother who never ate fish could cook so well that the master would have none but her cook his meals .

The huge platter with the fried fish was inviting . While her mother prepared the spices for the gravy , the girl looked around the dark ,smoky room now redolent with the smell of fried fish .There was one maid at the far corner slicing brinjals into roundels for frying . Her skinny hand shot out and curled around a small piece of fish .

Panting with the thrill of the illicit , she quickly rushed out . Finding the dark corner she was looking for ,on the other side of the huge tank in the courtyard, she ate the fish , hurriedly but with relish , watchful eyes darting here and there . It tasted like manna , it was exciting , it was glorious . She closed her eyes as she licked her fingers and ran her tongue around her teeth and it was then that the fear overtook her and the sheer magnitude of her act overtook her .

Now she was sobbing with fear and loathing for herself , terrified that someone would smell the fish on her breath and hands and imagining the recriminations and other consequences that would follow .

Could she vomit ? So that the sin could also be expunged along with the fish expelled from her system ? She ran towards the toilets , slipping in her hurry on the wet, mossy cement . Nothing came up although she retched and retched . Now she had to have a bath because she had used the toilets . So she bathed , scrubbing at her tongue and mouth and her body so that the smells she imagined were no more . She rushed to the small room she shared with her mother and changed out of the wet homespun white sari she wore .Looking through her mother's pandaan she picked up a betel leaf chewed on it , her heart thudding violently .Having chewed the leaf she swallowed it and closed her eyes .

Creeping out of the room she made her way to the kitchen where her mother was covering the pan which held the fish curry .She looked up at her , eyes expressionless . The girl crouched over the peeled potatoes scrubbing them in the clean water .

The fish that Surama's mother cooked was rui , a type of carp. It is a sweet water fish and is normally cooked in light thin gravies or in a rich onion ginger based gravy called the kalia .

Ingredients for Rui maachher kalia

• Rui fish - 8 pieces preferably from a fish weighing around 2 kilos
  
• 2 medium sized Potatoes - halved around the middle
  
• Mustard oil

• Turmeric - 1 tsp
  
• Coriander ,chilli & Cumin powder - 1 tsp each
  
• Whole Garam masala - 2 sticks of cinnamon,three cloves, 2 small cardamoms
  
• 1 medium sized onion and an inch of ginger - ground to a paste
• 1 bay leaf
• Whole green chillies
  
• Ghee or clarified butter - 1 teaspoon
  
• Tomato puree 2 tsp
  

• After marinating the fish in a turmeric - salt mix , fry the pieces till brown in mustard oil

• Fry the potatoes and keep aside

• Discard the oil and pour in 2 tbsp of fresh mustard oil . Heat till smoking and put in the bay leaf and whole spice .

• Combine the onion-ginger paste with the dry spices and add the tomato puree . Cook on a low heat till the oil comes to the surface . At this stage add the fried potatoes with a cupful of water

• Cook till the potatoes are soft .

• Add the fish pieces and cover .Add salt and a pinch of sugar

• Since the fish has been fried over high heat , it is already cooked . Cooking it in the gravy only enables it to soak up the flavours of the spices .

• Before removing it from the heat add a teaspoon of ghee and serve with hot steamed rice .

This post is my contribution to the Food Fiction event hosted by Aquadaze - Of Chalks and Chopsticks.