Appams
She was the epitome of a perfect homemaker
who made perfect Swiss rolls, cakes and cookies and sent the samples over in
plates covered with dainty crocheted doilies.
Never a hair out of place, she wore crisp
starched cotton sarees all the time and was ever so house-proud. She would
warmly welcome anyone home at anytime, even when we caught up in the stairwell,
and offer them golden banana chips and well-wrought acchapams (roce cookies)
she had made just that afternoon.
Even her kids were the most obedient boys,
their rooms were spick and span, the beds always made (did they ever loll in
bed - or even sleep, for that matter?).
The volumes of “Tell me How” and “Tell me Why” stayed tightly packed in
their shelves, the boys’ toys all basketed and their 1000 piece puzzles still
very much together.
Was it any wonder that this flawless woman,
Sophie – my neighbour in Oman introduced me to the most perfect lace appams I
have ever seen?
No, not even in the impeccable Syrian
Christian household in Kanjirapalli where we spent a wonderful few days. Nor in
the supposedly best appam place in Kochi.
“ I made appams and eshtu,” Sophie says one
Friday morning, flashing me a bright smile, as effervescent and ethereal as the
discuses.
Eshtu is Malyalee colloquialism for stew.
Friday was the Arab Sunday.
Well, not any more, I am told.
I thank her, but am unsure if I should invite
her in or get rid of her so we can attack the appams while they are still crisp
on the lacy edges…
Fortuitously, she chooses to leave and we
tucked into the filigree edged appams.
There is something irrepressibly exciting
about unexpectedly receiving a covered dish from a neighbour. It’s the taste of
someone else’s cooking, the serendipitous discovery of new dishes, an opportunity to learn something new, an affirmation of your own superiority, the license to eat all the oil and heat you never dare to
use, the chance to censure the cook.
But Sophie’s dishes were always a class
apart from those that came in the standard steel plate (covered with a napkin)
that I always returned filled with much better stuff than the salver had delivered.
Her eshtu has feisty spices soused with
coconut cream; the sauce so smooth and the vegetables chunky. The appams,
delicate as heirloom French lace, with raised soft centre as otherworldly as a
UFO.
The stack of appams depletes and the stew is
all but slurped out of the bowls…
That heavenly calm is replicated each time
we make appams, 20 years to date.
As it did, last Sunday morning, when in
celebration of the long weekend the appams once again nestled amongst the lapping
stew in our tummies.
This is the Chettinad variety of
appams, for it has the dals as opposed to the Kerala one which has only rice, yeast and coconut. Toddy is also used as a starter.
Appam
Ingredients
4 cups raw rice
1 cup urad dal
¼ cup chana dal
1 cup cooked rice
1 tsp methi seeds
¾ cup thick coconut milk
½ tsp dry yeast
1 tsp sugar
Salt to taste
To make the batter
Wash and soak the rice. Wash the dals and
methi and soak them for about 4-5 hours. Grind the rice and dals and methi with
a little water into a thick smooth paste.
Develop the yeast in a little warm water
and sugar and add it to the batter. Add the coconut milk and mix thoroughly and
keep covered in a warm place for 4-5 hours or overnight till it ferments and
rises.
You may knock back the fermented batter and
it will spring back with renewed vim in no time. Add salt just before making
appams.
To make the appams
Heat a non-stick appam chati or tava, a
very shallow wok with a lid. Once hot, lower the heat and rub the insides with
a paper towel soaked in oil or a half onion dipped in oil.
Using a standard soup ladle with an upright
handle, pour a ladleful in the centre of the appam tava and using both the
hands hold the tava by the handles and twirl the pan so that the batter swirls
around in a wider circle.
Once you achieve the perfect circle, set the
tava back on the stove, so while the batter sticks to the sides, any excess
batter will flow down the slopes and settle at the bottom, where it will rise
and create that crater like centre. The batter that has stuck to the sides is
naturally thinned and forms a perfect lace like pattern with perforations with
the cooked froth.
Cover the tava with a lid and increase the
heat for a minute or so, then lower the heat.
The appam is cooked within a couple of
minutes. The sides come loose on their own
and you can easily lift the appam with a spatula.
My appam tava is very good, so apart from
the first time, I don’t need to use any oil. But if you must, drizzle a few
drops of oil just before covering the appam.
Serve hot with vegetable eshtu.
Or, with some coconut milk laced with brown
sugar.
Your writing is as light as these appams, and just as delicious. What a pleasure.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Deepa! Your comment is very apt too! :)
Deleteamazing writing. Discovered your blog today.
DeleteThank you so much Shreelekha! :)
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Plate Three folks
planning the detailing
of the celebration gown.
Dainty rice yarn,
strengthened by the dals,
empowered by Methibai,
smoothened by the
experienced ,
cooked rice
all in a great soak,
getting ready to
revel in the milk
of coconut kindness
bubbling in yeastful mirth.
She wields
the ladel crochet needle
like an expert,
creating hot patterns,
as the gown flares about
in a design
so detailed,
edged in gold
for a special occasion
The veggies in the stew
watch
from the sidelines,
as
the
Little Drummer Girl,
Appu,
after her
stupendous concert success,
fittingly inaugurates
the Appams....
Love the way you corral so many ideas, concepts and thoughts together in a beautiful way!
DeleteThe food which has a memory attached to it is like an haunting melody. We try cooking it umpteen times to live that magic again. Can never cook enough to fill our soul. Loved this writeup too.
ReplyDeleteYes, so true Mridula. Food is as enduring and endearing as the memories associated with it... :)
DeleteWonderful, as always! I am going to dream of lacy appams and fragrant stews tonight!!
ReplyDeleteWonderful, as always! I am going to dream of lacy appams and fragrant stews tonight!
ReplyDeleteThank you Anjali :)
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