BAD COOKING PRACTICES.
A public service in avoiding suicide through eating bad cooking. This monkey's self-sacrifice (plus any other victims in the vicinity) will hopefully help you circumvent any pitfalls in your own misadventures in the kitchen. May the strongest stomach survive!

11 November 2007

Sabzi Cutlet

It seemed like a good idea at the time. It'd been a while since I made anything from the Indian subcontinent and I had the ingredients on hand, so why not? Sigh...This was first and foremost a mess in the kitchen and then food as an afterthought. The procedure seemed easy enough but it quickly became a messy disaster. I found it curious the recipe from Indian Vegetarian Cooking by Sumana Ray called for dipping the soft patties in batter before rolling in breadcrumbs. How the heck?? Well, I avoided that mess and dumped it straight into hot oil. Little did I realize it would stick to the pan. =( Even before I got to that step, I had trouble manipulating the patties as they deformed with every touch or slight movement. Not surprising. It's mashed veggies after all, but I had figured the chilling step in the fridge would have helped stiffen it up like when making pastry dough. Tastewise, it was ok aside from the oiliness I created. That was likely due to my inability to deep fry properly in terms of keeping the temperature right, etc... I know what to do and why to do certain things in a theoretical manner but I never seem to be able to pull it off. As for the veggies in the mash, the beets and carrots lended a bit of sweetness while the potatoes held it all together with the spices. The cabbage was invisible. Or at least, I didn't notice its presence.

Fool! You say. So why did I make this despite my reservations that turned into a disastrous reality? I'd been wanting to try something from this book but never had all the ingredients at the same time. If I did, I didn't realize the fact to try anything from the book. So I jumped at the opportunity when all the stars aligned. Should I eat this dish again, I'll opt for it at a good Indian restaurant instead. ;) If they have it. Otherwise, I need to find myself an Indian friend who can fry me some up to try the real deal. ;P I have an inkling I wouldn't make a good Indian chef...

I was so preoccupied trying to recover from the ordeal in the kitchen, I nearly forgot to photograph the cutlets. Maybe I didn't want to remember any part of this evening...;) They look so innocuous sitting in the plastic container...


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