The Kitchen Chimney Season 1 Recipe 2. (POTATO ROLLS)

The Kitchen Chimney

Hellaaaa!! Hunks and Dolls………..You are again welcome to easy, yummy and delightful recipes straight from my kitchen. And today The Kitchen Chimney tells me, that it has something deep FOR YA… ;) Oh Yeah, Deep Deep …Deep fried POTATO ROLLSsssssssssss…… So let’s just get right into the recipe.

POTATO ROLLS/

n ALOO GULABJAMUN/       

n ALOO KOFTA/

n POTATO BALLS

You can call the above recipe with any of the names mentioned above.

This recipe calls for more prep time than cooking time.

INGREDIENTS

v     Boiled and peeled Potatoes 500gms (Quantity can vary as you increase or decrease the number of servings or people you make for)

v      Onions (5 medium sized) peeled, finely chopped

v      Green chilly (one), finely chopped

v      Peas (a cup)par boiled

v      Carrot ( a cup) peeled and grated

v      Bread slices (7-8)

v      Chick Pea flour if required (The bread should do the   trick but in case it doesn’t, then you can use a little chick pea flour.)

v      Fresh Coriander/Cilantro (a small bunch) washed and finely chopped

v      Ginger ( half an inch piece) finely chopped

v      Garlic (only if you like it as I do) 3-4 cloves

v      Lemon Juice (A big one, in case you can take the sourness of lemon, otherwise a small one)

v      Oil for Frying

SPICES

v      Salt (as per taste)

v      Black Pepper Powder (half a teaspoon)

v      Coriander Powder (One teaspoon)

v       Mango Powder (Quarter )

The MOST IMPORTANT INGREDIENT “LOADS OF LOVE” J

METHOD

v      Grate boiled potatoes in a large vessel because you need to incorporate the other things in it as well.

v      Make sure you take starchy potatoes because they give you the required texture.

v      The most important thing that you should keep in mind before adding grated carrots and onion is, do squeeze out all the water before adding them to potatoes, otherwise water present in carrots and onions will make the starchy potatoes soggy and unmanageable to work with.

v      Par boiled peas, chilly, fresh coriander, ginger and garlic would be added next.

v      Then add all the spices mentioned above and lastly add lemon juice.

v      Your mix is partially ready. Now dip the bread slices in water just a bit, squeeze out the water and crumble it in the potato mixture. Believe me guys there is absolutely no need to trim the bread’s edges off.

v      Now this step is totally dependent on how your mixture has turned out to be. If the mixture seems firm enough then it is good to go. But in case you feel the mixture feels mushy then add a tablespoon of chick pea flour to it to give it that body.

v      Scoop out some mixture and roll them into either balls or cutlet shape, big or small totally your wish. Grease a large plate and place your potato rolls on it and refrigerate it for about 3 to 4 hours, and a minimum of 2 hours before you fry them.

v      Now this is a kind of trick that will not help the potato balls in retaining their shape but also won’t split in the oil. This way, frying them becomes easy and you get a shapely cutlet or roll.

v      Final step is to fry these rolls on a medium heat till golden brown. Remember if you fry them on a high heat they will burn on the outside and will become soggy on the inside. In case you fry them in lukewarm oil they will absorb a lot of oil and would taste too greasy. The key is to heat the oil right.

v      Take it out on an absorbent paper or a simple newspaper, whatever you get handy in your kitchen and enjoy it with ketchup or chutney.

The Critical Eye (Season 1) Episode 3 The Psychology Behind Facebook Inflicted Photo’s

The Critical Eye (Season 1)

Episode 3

The Psychology Behind Facebook Inflicted Photo’s

The world of photographs or snapshot have gone a psychedelic change, right from the inception of Facebook. Bamboozled are you? Don’t be…I am going to explain that in a jiffy. How was our perception to kodachrome or photos as we commonly know before we had any Facebook?  Stand still, smile, if more, than say CHEESE and Click, that was the way. If you recall that nice, than my work stands half done. Because we all know what photos today are clicked like and what they mean like.

Hard copies of snaps, in bulky albums categorized as marriage albums, trips etc adorned our almirahs back then. But the most surprising thing is that “back then” is not back then, it was a recent activity which took a deep twirl was only and only for Facebook. Our pictures turned picture perfect when we decided to display them for people we barely knew, to people we live with.

Facebook basically gave us a platform to flaunt and publicize what we had to or what never existed. Whether we have anything to show-off or we didn't but the desire to blow our own trumpets didn't die. And here emerges the braggarts’ beating their empty vessels for the world to notice. Everyone on Facebook suddenly became an ace photographer, clicking what was ordinary to what didn't need a click too. From pictures in a park to bedroom, to what you ate and even bathroom were displayed as display pics. What the hell?...really people?

Ugly guyz and gals became studs and babes with deception pics and the desperate lot clicked every pic with the opposite sex posing as their beloved. One strange thing that I noticed and couldn’t just waive off like that is the fact why do girls on Facebook take pictures in a way that is very suggesting. By that I mean very clearly that they pose with their brothers like posing with their BF’s and definitely not like with their brothers. I know I am making a very strong allegation or comment but for those who like to understand what I am trying to tell, will not find it difficult to take and agree with.

To the entire populace on Facebook, folks you don’t have to just click anything and post on fb, you dont have to post a pic of POOP and expect a hundred likes and comments on it. What flabbergasts me is the fact that,  not only there are people clicking shit but there are people who really invest time in looking and commenting on that.

Then there comes the special category of matrimony dipped couples. No matter whether their husbands are all syrupy in series of affairs and wives are cuddling with hunks outside their nuptial knots, the pictures will all be in glory and grandeur of the infinite love and bonding which in reality doesn’t even exist. These Kodak moments all falsify the veracity of hideous relationships underneath. When people who know them, look at that fake cinematization they think exactly the same what I am writing.

So much effort and time that stay invested in all this Facebook drama is to create a chimera around the masses that either don’t know the facts or who don’t know them at all but must  think highly of them. By merely looking at the pics for which they pose. Life may not be a hunky-dory but the Facebook pictures are.  Each and every aspect of our lives is embroidered into larger than life scenarios on Facebook and the medium, PHOTOS.

Life is lived outside pictures, and definitely not on Fb. The surreal world of Facebook is yet to come as an exclusive topic on my series, but I will love to tell my readers that pictures don’t make life, they sure make memories. But do you want your memories’ to be all LIEs or truths that would make you happy and nostalgic in future.

No matter how much you can dupe anybody by posing flawless in your FB photos but your real KODAK moments don’t need a validation from the world. They made you blissful when you were in that moment and made you happy when you remembered them later on. Hard copies of real and joyful moments kept till infinity for your loved ones are more priceless than infinite soulless clicks for mass display.

String your real moments and make them feel loved.


Episode 4  of the Critical Eye  will scoop out the very usefulness  of the hosts/chefs of Food channels.  Don't forget to appetize  your mind platter with your very own The Critical Eye.

Comedies And Tragedies Of A Morning Walker !!!!!!!!!!

Comedies And Tragedies Of A Morning Walker J L  

Each one of us might have walked the morning at some point of our lives. Whether your morning walk routine lasted a week or a month you must have come across some significant patterns that gyrated around your morning walk experience. My morning walk took tosses and turns almost every day. New comedies and new tragedies’ cropped up like inevitable pimples every morning.

       To begin with on a lighter note, if I started early then the very sound of my shoes brushing against the side tracks of the tarred road which are rutted and uneven produces the sound of an award winning horror movie background score. Now to tell you, this score not only pumps up your heart rate out of fear on the lonely dark lanes but also alarms the street dogs that rush at your existence without any warning. 

You may never know from where will a mad bad canine will come running to greet you good morning! On your leg…hehehehe…!!!!! For safety reasons I like to carry a stone in my hand that hides in my palm but easily comes to grip when I want one.

Roads in India are filled with dirt and dust while the sides of the roads are either filled with oodles of garbage or heaped with construction materials. 

Especially gravel and cement and miles long iron bars that itself will create hurdles for anyone walking as compared to foreign countries that deliberately spread sand on tracks and create hurdles for the walker to increase stamina and resistance. Sometimes I tell them in my head, why don’t you jog the Indian roads, you can save a fortune by overcoming these natural man made obstacles. :)

The dawn road is generally embraced by transport trucks or milkvans. So if you think you have decked up your hair in all its glory then let me tip you off with the truth that your long flowing tresses can anytime swirl up like a nest by the passing truck. Not only will it break the morning silence with the sadakchapp song “TU LAGAWE JAB LIPPEEESTICK, HILELA SARA DISTRICT” but can quickly transform your hairdo to hairWHO with its maddening speed and the dust it will leave in your hair and mouth is certainly not tasty.

A new-fangled trend with dog owners or I should be saying rascality of people who want to own dogs but do not know how to keep one is that, they will leave their dogs out in the open at crack of dawn at the expense of the walkers. Unleashed, totally free to go and bite anyone they see, remains the instinct of these dogs whom the dog owners recklessly leave and go to sleep. Either you are lucky that the dog didn’t bother to target you or you escaped tactfully or all this rubbish leads to a brawl between you and the dog owner that ends with all nonsensical argument by the owner. So either you step out like a thief to save your ass from the dog or you beat the canine up and have a mouthful of fouls in the morning. Choice is yours. 

In nexus to this dog drama, another fascinating fact that has surfaced is people will come roaming in the parks with their dogs without any leash to handle the beast and if they come near you they will stand like retards and instead of handling their dog the first thing that would slip out there nasty mouth would be, “don’t worry, it has been injected ”. I feel like pulling their tongues out right from the core when they say so. What the hell do you mean by that, your dog has been injected so there is no problem, even if it bites you. Asshole, instead of taking the dog by the strap to keep it in limits you are telling the walkers to worry NOT, BECAUSE YOUR DOG HAS BEEN INJECTED. A BIGGER DOG WALKS THE FOUR LEGGED. That’s what I see in the parks if you wish to miss the roads and hit the parks.

 As a girl the tragedies of me being the morning walker is the dark fact that not only I have to keep myself guarded from all the comedies that I just mentioned above but also strictly safeguard the girl in me from the tragedies that have erupted on every news channel and journals. The very sight of a human figure in the dark doesn’t inspire me to deep breathe for health but activates all my senses to be cautious of any forth coming danger. 

My heart pounds and body shivers although the exterior of me portrays me as a strong girl who is ready to take on anything. By saying this I do not mean to demean my strength or power but the oscillating thought of any unforeseen danger for a girl surely pendulums in the mind. Such is the reality of a morning walker especially if you are a girl like me. I am not saying that men are crime proof and nothing can happen to them but girls are surely at a much higher risk than men.

As much as I want to keep writing on this, I will end my conversation with you on this topic on an easy breezy note. Till date due to unavailability of toilets, a large part of the uneducated populace still attend their nature’s call on the side of the road, near the bushes, behind the car etc. 

So, if I am the morning walker, I will clip my nose with my fingers to avoid that toxic smell to enter my lungs. But what bamboozles me is that, half of my way my fingers clips my nose because of the unhygienic release of waste on the road and half of the way to avert the garbage stink, than will I even breathe through my nose in the entire journey? By doing this I am strained from breathing healthy and fresh and thereby half of the purpose of my morning walk gets defeated. The remaining half is directed in being cautious against street and domestic animals and a little bit relief that could have been left is consumed in the fear of the unknown. All this compels my nerves to pump harder and cogitate if a

MORNING WALKER CAN EVER WALK THE WALK AS IT IS MEANT TO BE?????   

Do You Still Love And Regard Your Elder Sister Or Brother?

Do You Still Love And Regard Your Elder Sister Or Brother?

                 

                          If I may ask some questions from my readers how and what will you answer to these questions? Will you answer them in your head or will you be brave enough to answer them confidently and loudly? Will you be true in answering them? Will your answers be, like just unlocked from the core of your heart or will you manipulate them to suit the ears? Before you respond to them I will make a quick pick from my list of questions.

Ø What is the expiry of a sibling’s relationship warmth?

Ø Do Ripened Sibling relationships corrode their own metal?

Ø Is it essential that the sentiment layer has to get eroded with the lapse of time?

Ø Why do relationships outgrow their periphery when they mature?

Ø Is the bonding and understanding only limited to childhood, when our understanding and maturity level is a child just like us, at that time?

Ø  Why do the fights get ugly and severe when we grow up, resulting in a never healing scar?

I have hell many questions bombarding in my cerebrum in all directions aimlessly missing targets, making me restless more than ever and hungry for answers. When we are kids, small immature, less developed with a limited vision and understanding to the wide vast world we perform more maturely, more sensitively and lovingly than we do when we grow up, with a knowledge chest, money at our disposal, an established mind set, resources etc even then our own mentalities get galvanized with an alien destructor. As little ones we address our elder sister/brother as didi/bhaiya, believe in their instincts even though their elder ones are too kids themselves and a lot more.

Whenever we fought as kids irrespective of the fact that we fought there was a loving conciliation between the younger and the elder with no one’s intervention. At that young and delicate age we didn't need anyone to reconcile our matters. Then what goes wrong when we grow up. Does growing up gives us the right to axe our sibling relationship without even putting a single thought into it? Where do our sensibilities go? The younger ones no longer consider themselves younger ones, they acquire the right to insult, demean, and belittle their elder sibling without, for once peeping into their elder sister/brother’s hearts.

                                           

When I was a kid everybody I heard said they wanted to be kids again for different reasons. I am big now and if I am asked the same question, my answer would be yes, but absolutely NOT for the reasons I heard when I was little. Yes, I want to be a kid again because my heart cannot take what I see now as a grown-up. I cannot see my younger one insult me,

HUMILIATE MY HEART WHICH CARRIES HER HEART.

Do we learn new words to offend the elder sister/brother, acquire maturity to dismantle their existence, or develop responsiveness to impart insensitiveness to the priceless elder sister/ brother relationship? What is the truth of this hideous and repulsive upsurge of ego?

I want to know,

I want to know,

I am desperate to know.

The elder sibling may not, do things for you that are comparable to what parents do in terms of money, shelter, resources but they definitely and unarguably guard you with a safe haven that is way bigger than their own existence and capability. It is their love for their younger one that makes them do the unimaginable, protect you from any danger no matter whether they can do it or not but they will surely have the desire to DO IT FOR YOU. Your elder sister/brother is not your mom not your dad, so do not compare what your parents did or are doing for you.

                                                      

You are trying to compare a heart with a stomach. No one can take the place of the heart, but do not forget neither the heart can take place of the stomach. Your elder sister/ brother can never take your parents podium, they will always be standing at a step one less than your mom or dad, but at the same time you will always find them

BUZZING AROUND YOU TO GUARD YOU AND TO BE THERE FOR YOU ALL THE TIME.

They are the little messengers and guards that parents send for their younger ones. One cannot totally erase and scrub away the fact that your elder sister/brother didn't proffer you a lifestyle, or food or necessities but they certainly offer you the invisible.

The Invisible Love,

The Invisible Protector,

The Invisible Supporter.

It completely depends on you as a younger sister/brother to feel what your elder one is giving you to make you happy without uttering a single word. Love is always felt never declared, so is the love of your elder sibling. And what you elder one does for you, it only calls a loving hug, a loving look and a loving smile from you. She/he neither expects nor will ever expect anything other than love and a little respect from you, for what these unknown, unseen and unrecognized parents’ little warriors do for their younger sis/bro.  For all those elder ones who share similar views like mine, do comment and let me know. I am looking forward to hear how far you people agree with me, and if yes do share your stories with me.

WAITING FOR YA ALL!!!!!

THINK WITH ME PLEASE!!

THINK WITH ME PLEASE!!

 Hella! Hunks and Dolls …..

This will be a quick note with regard to The Critical Eye (Season 1) Episode 2, you can give it some love on this link(http://leoinstyle786.blogspot.in/).

Just wanted all of you to know that my views on videos that do not give any relevant information neither assist the potential buyer in any manner are still a thumbs down for me. However after writing the Episode 2 my views got me thinking a bit.

Points to Ponder

n People who buy when they actually need things and come across products whose information shared will be of use to others definitely don’t come under the scrutiny.

n I am only against that section of the populace who buy just to make haul videos, show-off and compel other people to think less about themselves in terms of being incapable to buy that much. This opinion is based on my research on YouTube comments.  

 n If you have the moolah, neither me nor anyone has the right to tell you how to use it, but making videos solely for the intention of displaying  unnecessary things not only makes you come across as a mis-utilizer of riches but also the one who spoils the dear digital space on the social media.

n I, as a person would really like to share the things that I have bought with my hard earned money and the things that didn’t serve the purpose, or things that were a brilliant buy with you guyzz, for sure.

n But by partaking that information, I in no way contradict what I opined in my THE CRITICAL EYE SERIES.

If you wanna share your opinion in 

regard to this subject or any 

subject is more than WELCOME…………….

Hope to hear from my lovelies sooonnnnnnnn….. 

Coz in End What You Think Matters a lot...