Black-eyed peas dosa

A vegetarian diet – back home, I never gave it a second thought. It was a way of life rather than a way to eat. But on this side of the pond, I always get this question – what do you do for protein? Do you eat soy? No, I never ate soy before touching these shores. And neither did any of my ancestors, I think. Lentils, beans – there are so many varieties that by mixing it up, I get all the protein I need and perhaps, then some.


As I’ve increasingly gotten conscious of what I put in my mouth, because as yet, my little M relies on me for all or most of her nutrition needs, I have decided to start experimenting with new ways of eating old ingredients.


Yesterday, it was dosa (a kind of vegetarian pancake, traditionally made from black gram or urad dal) with black-eyed peas. Until then, I had only ever eaten them prepared like chickpeas in chole or sundal. Perhaps more on those later.




To grind:


Black-eyed peas 1 cup (or lobiya in Hindi, karamani in Tamil, alasandalu or bobbarlu in Telugu)
Cracked wheat    1 cup
Parboiled rice      1 cup
Green chillies      4
Ginger                1 inch long
Asafoetida          a pinch
Salt                    to taste
Yogurt                to smoothen batter (optional; water can be used in its place)


To cook:


Cooking oil (I used sesame oil)


1. Wash and soak black-eyed peas and cracked wheat+parboiled rice separately for 4-6 hours.


2. Drain water and grind with remaining ingredients to a coarse consistency.


3. Heat flat pan or tawa and when hot, spread batter on the pan, and drop a few drops of oil around and above it.


4. Cook uncovered until brown. Flip with flat ladle and cook until it is cooked through.


5. Enjoy with molaga podi (I’ll post a recipe later) or any chutney.

Confessions of a tweenage cloth diapering mom

Disclaimer: The word tween refers loosely to Tolkien’s definition, not the American one.

Remember those childhood days when you bought something you really liked, only to like your friend’s or classmate’s one a lot more? Little classroom envies? If you never did, you’re a better person than I am. If you are like most of the rest of us though, you know what I mean. I thought I had grown out of consumer product envy by now. House envy, seeing cleaner, more spruced up interiors? Sure. But consumer products? No. Or so I have been smugly thinking. Only to be jerked awake to my foible this very morning.

M and I go to Mother Goose Rhyme Time at our library. For the first time today, we met a baby younger than her. Now, I love the no-fuss organic cotton prefolds I use on her. Yet, when I saw this baby with a young mom in neat little snap-in diapers, the kind that won’t bunch up when baby kicks and rolls and flails around – my only complaint with her prefolds, I was struck by a classic case of diaper envy. There. I’ve said it. Ridiculous as it may sound. Nay, does sound. The confession is out there.
I spent the day brooding, among other things – I could have made a better choice for M. I failed her. I could have made her more comfortable. Then, as I was hanging up her prefolds to dry, I realized – the most crucial part of our cloth diapering methods – cleaning and drying. The snap in is so thick, it’ll take too much time to air dry. It dawned on me that our decision is right for us and our quirky little air drying sun bleaching ways.
Now if only, I’d just grow up and remove envy from my range of emotions already! Yoga. Should master my emotions, shouldn’t let emotions master me. Become a yogini.

A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.

Lao-tzu, The Way of Lao-tzu
Chinese philosopher (604 BC – 531 BC)


True riches

I have been away from the blogging world for over a month now and have been quite remiss about responding to recipe requests. That’ll follow soon. What has the V family been up to this past month?

We have exciting events to talk about. We went on our first road trip with baby. She appeared to like it in the beginning – read, she slept. Man oh man, did she hate it after that! We ended up taking 10 hours for a 6 hour return trip. With generous breaks. While there, M began to roll over onto her tummy and is currently trying to move heaven and earth to get up onto her knees and crawl already. Now that MIL is away, M misses her. It is heartbreaking to see her gazing at the rocker that her grandmother would rock her to sleep on.
We were all miserable and moping around yesterday after coming home from the airport. A visit to see our friends R and M this evening perked us right back up. Thanks, you folks! Friends in need are friends indeed! Friendships – enriching lives – true riches.
Make a deposit in your friendship bank today. Tell a friend how much you appreciate her.