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Royal Cheese !


I am loving these english translation of the traditional hindi names. This time it is "Shahi Paneer" for dinner and this is the first time that the post is coming up even before it gets the stamp of approval from my hubby dearest. I love how we can play with the same ingredients to create a vibrant range of flavours, colours and ofcourse taste. This again is a classic recipe from my mother. My grand aunt read my earlier posts and told me that I was following the footsteps of my mother and that is indeed an honour. My maternal side boasts of a lot of seasoned cooking experts. My great grandmother is the oldest in this list, but makes the most amazing dishes almost effortlessly. She is now over 92 years old, but I remember how active and enthusiastic she used to be a couple of years ago and how she would make my favourite "Chigli" with as much ease as I would to relish them. My grand mother still can cook up delicious treats for all of us. She manages to recreate dishes from the north and the south with just the same passion. I cannot name just one dish as my favourite, so I am going to list a few - Kadhi pakoda, Sindhi Kadhi, Khaja, Carrot Halwa, Pulav and now my mouth is watering so much and I need to take a break to wipe it off my face.
Until I am back with another post, Guten Appetit !

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sunti said…
The colour is different. what have u done. Looks gr8 though.

ammaaa.
April 20, 2011 at 8:16 PM
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