Lakshmi travels well

Indian Sweets By Adam Aitken, poet, writer and food photographer, Australia

Certain emotions bridge the years and link unlikely places.” V S Naipaul, Trinidadian writer


I started writing this blog, inspired by Diwali and the food and warm feeling I associate with it. Although it is a Hindu Festival, it is not the religious aspect in particular that I feel connected to, rather it is a sense of heritage and identity that move me. Lakshmi, who is honoured by Diwali, sat among the revered murtis (statue of a deity) in my Grandma’s living room, and together, the two of them made Diwali a lasting family tradition. They created a sense of belonging and hope when Diwali-time came around, which I have kept and carry with me. 

According to the Times of India, Indians make up the largest population living outside their country of birth. It‘s no surprise when you look at the back story that there are now around 18 million migrants living abroad. The expansion of the British Empire, as well as that of its European imperialist cousins’, resulted in the making of one of the world’s significant Diasporas.  Together, and often in agreement, they transported thousands of Indian labourers to the Caribbean, Africa and parts of the South Pacific and South Asia from 1830s to 1920s. It is through these ancestors that Indian religions, customs and beliefs have sustained, and sometimes, evolved outside of India. 

The popularisation of many religious events and festivals around the world, has put Diwali, among other celebrations, on the international calendar. Around this time of year, Indian recipes and ingredients appear in the supermarkets’ glossy magazine specials and television food shows are brimming with Indian cooking content. Long-time chef, Mary Berry, widely renowned for her British baking and cooking, recently departed from her regular format to visit a London-based family celebrating Diwali in her current television series. 

In spite of an increased market culture of commercialisation and promotion, it is the Disapora’s deep rooted affinity with Mother India that its descendants have honoured and conserved. Through the generations, the Diaspora has cultivated an unbreakable sense of self which I see in Indian families and communities. I learnt of it too, in a subtle philosophy that infused my childhood with the small things in daily life and beliefs and thoughts that belong to an Indian-ness.  While Guyana was the place we as a family were from, I understood that so too are we from India. It was this duality that, universally, older generations had to reconcile.  Now, generations on, add in another migrant journey and I am also a Londoner. 

In lockdown-London, for this year’s Diwali I was a bit ambitious. I’d made a trip to my favourite supermarket with a long list of dishes in mind that I had planned to prepare. I bought ingredients you would undoubtedly expect for the occasion: fresh coriander and fenugreek, garlic, ginger and turmeric roots, ghee (clarified butter), besan (ground chick-pea flour), okra, potatoes, aubergine and more. But I also made sure to get some pumpkin, guavas and scotch bonnets because the Guyanese, and in fact, the Trinidadians and Surinamese version of Diwali has a distinctive Caribbean lilt.

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Fresh turmeric, ginger, green chilies, okra, mangoes, guavas, limes and fenugreek leaves.
Fresh mint, green mangoes and guavas.



Jaggery (cane juice slab), golden sultanas, cloves and cardamom pods. Ingredients for the popular sweet, parasad.

I had planned to make a green mango chutney to go with poulouris (spiced yellow split pea batter with spring onions and deep fried into balls), unmistakably an Indian-derivative street snack and found only in the Caribbean, as with dhal puri (a roti filled with spiced ground yellow split peas) and baiganee (aubergine slices deep-fried in a spiced batter).

Despite having helpers, I never got to the mango chutney or the baiganee. By the finish though, I had managed something of a feast. The dining table was graced with dishes and sweets from Guyana having made their way there from India many moons earlier, and somewhere in there was probably a little London-ness too. 

Below, is my offering to you: two favourite recipes that always appear in the family Diwali feast. I hope you enjoy them, all year round.

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Pholourie (spiced yellow split pea balls)

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½ cup yellow-split peas, soaked in cold water for around 4-5 hours
½ cup plain (all-purpose) flour
1 teaspoon of bicarbonate of soda or baking powder
2 cloves garlic, peeled
½ teaspoon ground turmeric
½ teaspoon ground roasted cumin seeds
½ teaspoon garam masala
¼ teaspoon freshly ground black pepper
1 teaspoon of salt or to taste
3 spring onions, green parts only, finely chopped
1 red hot chilli, finely chopped, optional
vegetable oil such as sunflower, for deep frying

  1. Drain the split peas, reserving about ½ cup of the water. 
  2. Put the split peas, ¼ cup of the water and garlic into a blender and process until a thick batter. Add more of the water if, necessary, in order to obtain a thick batter. 
  3. Using a wooden spoon, stir in the dry ingredients until well combined.
  4. Stir through the spring onions and chilli, if using. 
  5. Taste a small amount of the batter and adjust seasoning, if needed. 
  6. In a wok or heavy-based pan, heat the oil until hot. The oil needs to be hot, before smoking point is ideal.
  7. Once you have the oil at the right temperature, you can begin to cook the pholouries. 
    Forming the pholouries:
    By hand: using your fingertips and thumb, scoop up a portion of the batter.  Using your thumb to swiftly transfer the mixture, lower it gently into the hot oil. The pholouries should float to the top immediately, this indicates that the oil is hot enough.  Allow the pholouries to cook until golden, turning with a slotted spoon so that they colour evenly.  
    Alternatively, you can use two spoons to drop the batter into the hot oil. With one spoon, take a spoonful of batter and lower the batter gently into the hot oil using the other spoon to slide it off.
  8. Drain on paper towels. Continue to cook in batches.
  9. Serve with a green mango or tamarind chutney or a good Caribbean hot pepper sauce.

Serves 4-6 as a snack

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Pumpkin Curry

3 tablespoons vegetable oil, such as sunflower
1 medium brown onion, peeled and finely chopped
2 cloves garlic, minced
1 green chilli, (or a banana chili or scotch bonnet), finely chopped, optional
½ teaspoon ground turmeric
½ teaspoon ground cumin
½ teaspoon garam masala
¼ teaspoon freshly ground black pepper
1lb (500g) pumpkin (or butternut squash) peeled, seeded and cubed
around ¼ cup water
salt to taste

  1. Heat the oil in a lidded karahi or heavy-based medium sized saucepan.
  2. Add the onions and allow to cook on a low heat for around 10 minutes, stirring occasionally until they are a deep golden colour. 
  3. Add the garlic and chilli and cook for around 1-2 minutes, stirring regularly. 
  4. Add the spices and cook for around 5 minutes, stirring occasionally to prevent the spices from sticking and burning. 
  5. Add the pumpkin cubes and coat well in the spice mixture by stirring through. 
  6. Add the water and stir.  Cook with the lid on for around 20-30 minutes or until the pumpkin is very soft. Once soft, break up pieces using the back of a wooden spoon so that the pumpkin is mostly mashed.
  7. Serve with rice, paratha rotis or puris. Dhal also makes a good accompaniment.

Serves 4

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From Letter to Marco Polo by Adam Aitken, Australia

MENU
Beef curry & Chicken curry & chutney
& dhal last night, tonight vegetable
curry & leftover Port Vindaloo with
cucumber & yoghurt as a
                                                 side dish,
Was it like this in Mountbatten's time - 
this anglo-Indian post-coital bliss??
Consider Newtown's very own Swami's motto:
"My cooking is the result of
Indian tradition & personal genius & charm"
(I misquote grossly but the sense is close.)
What better way to sniff fire
after a bad flu or too much Virginia Woolf
serialised on 2FC.    When Percival goes to 
                        INDIA
everyone gets pissed on nostalgia 
after bubbly & smoked salmon & 
sleeps with everyone else.    Dipti
(who's got a thrilling past in the
crazy Ceylon corridors of power) thinks
it's overdramatised.   When her Mum brings
a Red Cross parcel of  CURRY  &
a bottle of Rose Syrup we dream of
climbing Everest  /  flying high on
Hilary's vision of India, now going nuclear. 

 

Cuba’s isolated kitchen

Yesterday, I decided to make a Cuban cerdo asado (known also as lechón asado outside of Cuba), roast pork. I was inspired by the fruit in my kitchen. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught bright limes blur into two bergamot lemons against fully ripened oranges. The collective zests reflecting a light only the impressionists know how to capture.  

Photograph by poet, writer & food photographer, Adam Aitken, Australia

Their citrus allure led me to put together the marinade for the cerdo asado. Traditionally made with Seville oranges (bitter oranges), that I unfortunately cannot buy, I made do with combining lime and lemon juice to sweet orange. Once added to the pork, its best left refrigerated overnight, if time allows.  I gathered the ingredients: fresh oregano from the garden (dried is also very good), garlic, my oranges, limes and a lemon, bay leaves and black pepper, and sometimes, I add a little cumin. 

I am an aficionada of Cuban food which I note has been deconstructed and reconstructed over recent decades, often leaving the newcomer to Cuba wondering what all the fuss is about. It’s inevitable that some travellers may come away disheartened by their experience. Having had the gloss of intoxicating mojitos and the nostalgia of specialities like empanadas and tamales, promised in the travel branding but that fail to show. 

The reality is, the visitor’s dining experience begins with a brutally cropped version of a traditional Carte du Jour. Cuban food at the present time is a shadow of its former selves and has been for some time. With long queues to get staples and a limited range of food choices, it’s not surprising that the visitor comes away without the full picture. Whether they chose the Nacional restaurant, looking over Havana’s Malecon, or dine in the cafes amid the contagious beats of Santiago de Cuba’s revered music scene, there is little choice. An abridged recurrence of ingredients read as a precis of a real Cuban menu.   

Since achieving its acclaimed Revolution in 1959, Cubans have faced multiple setbacks to date. Hostilities and extended hardships have plagued post-revolution Cuba and its leadership. Marred by the fallout from capitalism’s continued hysterics, Cuba has had to curtail doing business with just a handful of trading partners. Families and cooks island-wide and across generations have suffered the consequences.  

A fusillade of embargoes and economic blockades, isolationist policies, as well as the parting of ways with old aid and trading friends has been unrelenting for Cuba. Burdened by economic barriers and subject to skewed leadership, Cuban cooks have had to learn new ways of cooking traditional recipes and to make do with limited ingredients. The highs and lows of supply plot how Cuban cuisine has and is taking shape in a country where the land is fertile but resources are few. 

In the current climate, the lows last longer, compounded by Venezuela’s crises as well as the impact of decisions made by a long time acquaintance. Segue to the current US leader. Executing his policies with buffalo-finesse, he has ordered a wind back to pre-Obama times in relation to Cuba. The progress the Obama administration made in resuming diplomatic ties, allowing Cuba to export its world-renowned rums and cigars, has been reversed and old restrictions have returned. 

Cuba is back to dealing with a vengeful neighbour who has packed up his toys and taken them home, again. With Monopoly-mentality, he has withdrawn the Marriott hotel and ceased play. By contrast, it comes as no surprise that a country whose people have repeatedly garnered the will, expertise and determination to take on their imperialist ex-friend, has impressive control of Covid-19.  If only they had exchanged notes. Cuba could have shown the US how they prepared two months prior to their first detected case, how they actively screen, and how their very strong primary healthcare system has been a major factor in controlling their outbreak. But still, the US has Cuba to thank for the dazzling Cuban fare found on its soil. 

Following the Revolution, the secrets to Cuba’s deep-rooted culinary traditions were smuggled out. Stuffed into bourgeois suitcases packed last minute, they were carried in boats pulled in by Florida’s tow ropes.  Drawn to the attraction of surplus and their host’s open-arms reception, a welcome preserved only for defectors, the migrants unloaded and assimilated into American life. 

Taking their first step onto western democratic soil, and at ease with the entrepreneurial spirit that made America great, they set about realising a profit from their recipes and knowhow, among other things. So began the wave of predominantly middle-class Cubans into the US, who had shirked the Revolution. Most diffused into the long-time established Cubana community in Miami; made up of tobacco factory labourers, artisans and contract farm workers. 

Miami’s Little Havana, had been first populated and built by economic migrants. They were fleeing poverty long before the revolution, and during the time when rich Americans traded their meagre dollars for Cuban souls. The area was later expanded by counter revolutionaries. Setting up their homes, cafes and restaurants in and around the area, the newcomers commemorated their new life with culinary invention: Miami’s infamous Cuban Sandwich. A testimony to their exodus.

Little Havana lays just a few sailing hours away from the mother country, where cooks continue to adapt or create recipes in their sparse kitchens. Surrounding the streets around Calle Ocho, bustling bars and eateries trade in stark juxtaposition to the scant restaurants across the straits in Santiago de Cuba, Varadero and Havana, Cuba’s tourist hot spots.

It was in Little Havana, that I found signature dishes like ropa vieja and picadillo that were either completely absent in Cuba or adapted to availability. Here staff served in restaurants decked out like ‘home’ and decorated in colourful artwork. I found a fantastic cafe, where Cuban son dropped infectious latin beats while customers perused an impressive menu. Steaks were served with the ubiquitous mojo criollo (fresh garlic sauce). Seafood such as lobster was in abundance, lechón asado was served with sliced yuca, sautéed plantains and a rich recipe of frijoles negros (black beans) or, the historically named, moros y cristianos (black beans and rice, or Moors and Christians).

Back in Havana, I had found that some old classics remained largely intact. But they were mostly in the honoured restaurants of Hemingway’s choice, La Bodeguita del Medio and El Floridita. Among the few recipes that remained true to their origins, were the cocktails and drinks. In El Floridita, I had a beautiful margarita in 1950’s style. In the Nacional bar, I sipped on Cuba Libres with fresh limes slices afloat. Not to be missed was the fresh yerbabuena (Cuban mint) crushed in cane juice, doused in a sea of golden Cuban rum, topped in a highball with soda water and slices of lime. The Mojito. The fragrance of yerbabuena against the rum’s heady molasses is sheer genius in a glass. 

The afficionadas among us, rate Cuban food highly, both outside as well in, despite the shortages. On a visit to Havana, I was fortunate to meet a local cook and abuela (grandma), Angélica Suarez. She showed me just how good the food is, still. She had been cooking traditional Cuban food long before the Revolution. In her Havana apartment, she was holding together childhood traditions while successfully creating minimalist versions of old recipes where ingredients were scarce. 

Angélica showed me how to make her unforgettable sopa de pollo (Chicken Soup). She also taught me how to begin the dish with a sofrito.  From her, I learned that adobe (seasoning), an inherent component of meat and fish cookery in Cuba, mirrors the method of Guyanese home-cooking I was taught. Indeed, seasoning (or marinating), is a widely used precursor to preparing meat and seafood dishes in the whole of the Caribbean. Angélica seasoned her chicken with an adobe made of crushed garlic, oregano, paprika, olive oil and salt and black pepper. 

The Cuban sofrito is also very similar to that of many Caribbean recipes, with the exception of the herbs used.  Mediterranean herbs and ingredients are characteristic of a Cuban sofrito. Chopped onions, spring (green) onions, garlic, tomatoes, peppers, oregano, parsley, bay leaves and variations thereof make up a sofrito.  The chicken pieces were cooked gently in its adobe, the sofrito and stock. Angélica later adds plantains, sweet potatoes, carrots and noodles to complete the sopa de pollo.  The result was a wonderful, heart-warming dish executed with technique and steeped in layers of flavours. 

I later went on to discover lechón asado in a paladar, a small in-home restaurant, in Havana’s backstreets. We found the place on a narrow residential street where we were beckoned by a couple to go inside. They welcomed us from their doorstep, as though we were personal guests.  We were promptly directed to sit in the front room at one of two small round tables covered in red and white gingham tablecloths.

The hosts were the cooks, a content couple in their thirties, who were earning a living from tourism. They served us a lesser version of lechón asado, which is traditionally made with a suckling pig, on a bed of arroz con frijoles negros (rice and black beans) with yellow plantain slices.  The strength of the characteristic bitter orange seasoning had been toned down, yet the pork was roasted to texture perfection and suffused with a robust mojo criollo.  

The host told us that Cuba had known better times, and not that long ago either. She went on to talk about how she usually made her lechón asado, that is when ingredients are aplenty.  It was a fascinating snapshot of criolla cooking, the triangular meeting point for Mediterranean citrus and herbs and an Afro-Cuban style of cooking meat with indigenous food. The addition of black peppercorns and cumin seeds completes the history; spices brought to Cuba by Iberian conquistadors via traders.  

Although it was not easy to come by old traditional recipes in Cuba’s cafes and restaurants, I was impressed by the food I had eaten. It epitomised the place in time and the passion people have for their cultural identity. In everything I tried, whether it was a cocktail, contrived in part at least for the tourist, or a homemade meal, I experienced a strong and proud sense of Cuba’s culinary and national heritage. When economic burdens lift, Cuban chefs are doing what chefs do everywhere, taking in global trends and influences while preserving their traditional cocina criolla.

Cerdo Asado (Roasted Pork)

6 lb fresh unsmoked gammon or pork shoulder 
8 cloves garlic
2 teaspoons salt
1 teaspoon whole or freshly ground black peppercorns, (or ground black pepper is fine)
1 and ½ cups bitter orange juice* (If you can’t get bitter orange juice, use one cup of sweet orange, ¼ cup lemon and ¼ cup lime)
2 teaspoons fresh oregano leaves or 1 teaspoon dried oregano
2 bay leaves, roughly broken
½ teaspoon ground cumin
1 and ½ cups olive oil

*bitter orange juice comes from Seville oranges. If you cannot get bitter (or sour) oranges substitute half of the sweet orange juice, mixed with one quarter fresh lime juice and one quarter of fresh lemon juice. 

  1. Wash the pork and pat to dry. Pierce deeply around the pork with a sharp knife. Place in a lidded bowl or container.
  2. In a mortar and pestle, crush the garlic with the salt and peppercorns (if using whole peppercorns) until it becomes a paste. If using ground black pepper, add now and stir. 
  3. Take half the garlic paste mixture and rub all over the pork. 
  4. Transfer the remaining garlic paste to a small mixing bowl and add the bay leaves, cumin, olive oil and citrus juices to make the marinade. 
  5. Pour the marinade over the pork and marinate in the fridge, preferably overnight. Rotate the pork or turn the lidded container upside down at regular intervals to ensure all of the meat is evenly marinated.
  6. Remove meat from the fridge around an hour before roasting. 
  7. Pre-heat the oven at gas 3/170oC/325OF
  8. Place the pork in a non-reactive roasting pan, fat-side up and cover loosely with aluminium foil. Set aside the marinade. Cook for around 3 hours, (until the internal temperature reaches 170oF).
  9. While cooking, frequently spoon the reserved marinade over the pork and baste with pan juices. 
  10. Remove foil and continue to cook for 2-3 hours, until the pork is soft. Baste pork in pan juices. 
  11. Remove from oven, cover with foil and allow to rest for 10 minutes before serving. Serve with mojo criollo (garlic sauce).

Serves 6-8

Serve with black beans and rice, sautéed yellow plantains (for recipes see The Complete Caribbean Cookbook for recipe). To make the famous Cuban Sandwich use roasted pork slices.  

Mojo Criollo
6-8 cloves garlic
½ teaspoon salt
1 small onion, very thinly sliced
½ cup bitter (Seville) orange juice* (see above)
¾ cup olive oil

  1. In a mortar and pestle or using the back of a knife, crush the garlic with the salt until it becomes a paste.
  2. Transfer to a small mixing bowl and combine onion and citrus juices. Allow to infuse for around 30 minutes.
  3. In a small pan, heat the oil until just hot, not smoking.
  4. Take off the heat and pour over the garlic mixture while stirring briskly.
  5. Serve with credo or lechón asado (roasted pork).

Makes around 1 cup

Variations: finish with ¼ teaspoon freshly ground black pepper and/or ¼ teaspoon dried oregano.

Working from home

Before the lockdown officially kicked in, many businesses and organisations were already acting on their better judgement by closing workplaces and considering how to keep staff safe, as well as how to transfer our work spaces to our homes. Trailing the forward thinking, the UK government focussed its entrepreneurial mind on how we would carry on our jobs, provide essential services and primarily, keep the economy ticking over, albeit in isolation. So, here we are, working from home.

For me, one plus to having work and home in the same place, apart from the obvious safety aspect, is that it has given me more control over cooking and eating routines. I can take later lunches and prep the evening meal earlier in the day or even the day before. Yet, despite the helpful time shifting, there is a sense of retrogression about lockdown. I’ve found myself reviewing times gone by, without romanticising, to a time when labour-intensive food preparations and preservations were intrinsically part of family and working life.

Home working these past few weeks also got me thinking to when I first came across working from home. I remember as a very young child, my Grandma worked as a dressmaker in our home. The days would begin and end with the humming of her sewing machine. A sound that filled the room with its undulating buzzing, controlled only by my Grandma’s slippered soles as they pressed down on the square pedal at her feet.  

My Grandma, a dressmaker, in her north London home in the 1960s.

As a child, I marvelled at the rainbow coloured, odd shaped cut-outs which were dropped off in the mornings in huge tied bundles of fabric, and later picked up as ready-to-wear and virtually ready-for-sale dresses. Getting the textile jigsaw pieces to fit together into a coherent wearable garment took her a lot of sewing hours. My Grandma worked hard back then, only stopping her work to prepare meals for the family. 

One dish I remember vividly that she used to make was spiced sautéed chick peas, known simply as channa in our house.  It was a quick snack she would put together using chick peas (soaked overnight) and ‘a good pinch’ of just a few spices, including jeera (cumin seeds), sautéed with chopped garlic and onions. She cooked it to texture and taste perfection, until the sweetness of the onions contrasted flawlessly with the nutty, buttery chickpea flavour. It was well-timed and a good stalling tactic for her ahead of preparing the evening meal later. Once she had bowled up the steaming channa, coated in roasted jeera, paprika and ground black pepper, she would get back to her sewing.  

Dried chick peas by Poet, Writer and Food Photographer, Adam Aitken, Australia

Like so many new migrants in the 50s and 60s she was a home worker and, like others at that time, she was subject to a hostile social environment in Britain. Work was available but the welcome, not so great. Indeed, it’s a well documented migrant story far and wide that a community’s response to their host’s hostility and accompanying discrimination, is to seal off and conserve cultural traditions; to build a safe haven where the heart and soul of their heritage can be protected.

Looking back, that response was echoed within our family and that of family friends. Over time, each of them built part of a nexus that together made up a whole community. Food, religion, literature, music and style were all constituent parts, which when strung together kept an impregnable lifeline to the Caribbean while guarding cultural keepsakes. It ran through our home and weaved, unfettered, through the homes of family, family friends and beyond. My Grandma’s cooking was just a part of that common thread.

In her north London Victorian terrace, her two worlds converged, creating a montage of cultures and a gateway, for me, to the Caribbean spirit. As a child, I was still to visit Guyana. Yet, growing up I could feel its character and its temperament: a gentle breeze swept through its scented mango and guava trees, a warm yellow light lit it up and blue skies held it all together on a wildly changing terrain. Feeding my imagination were the pictures that hung on the walls and mantle pieces, some boasting Guyana’s sunladen landscapes, others recounting history in black and white images. In contrast to the monochrome, displayed around the house was a show of Caribbean flora growing with the flamboyance of attentively nurtured fresh and artificial flowers.

Easily though, the kitchen was the most interesting, a place of curious things where my Grandma kept some unusual looking utensils. One that springs to mind was her dhal gutni. It had a wooden handle with an eight-pointed wooden star attached at one end. When the handle was swizzled between the palms, the star magically transformed cooked lentils into a smooth dhal. No electricity required.

Accordingly, her kitchen was a gastronomic hybrid of the offerings of both the tropical and temperate. On the one hand, she did her best to get hold of beloved ingredients like cassava and karela (bitter gourd), on the other, she embraced new foods like grapes, apples and cabbages. Make no mistake, we were privy to a range of amazing Dr Who-looking fruit and vegetables which were a far cry from the school dinners we ate at lunchtimes. As for chick peas, we only ever saw them at home, in my Grandma’s channa.

Somehow though, she brought it all together under one roof: tradition, home and her work. I suspect her work probably took over more than she wanted. Back then, dressmakers around the world, were not protected by labour laws and in many households similar to ours, once children returned home from school, they helped women meet their targets.  We too used to help my Grandma finish off. Using our plastic knitting needles, we turned the sewn edges of polka-dotted collars into sharp acute angles and matching dress belts, into perfect perpendicular corners.

Dressmaking was also immensely popular work among immigrants across the Atlantic where that same protection of community and culture built up around the tenements in lower Manhattan. While New York Italians were preserving the virtue of their pastas and pizzas, their fellow-German migrants were seasonally preserving cabbage in large barrels for sauerkraut. New York’s tenements in the 1800s through to the 1960s, housed many a dressmaker and provided hundreds of migrants with jobs. Around Elizabeth Street in old Little Italy, Italian women sewed at home for the garment industry and their children helped also with finishing work at home.

In truth, working from home is no newcomer, it’s a centuries-old way of working that’s been reinstated and reinvented by the Covid-19 crisis. One of the differences though, in it’s modern interpretation, is that it’s possible to take stock and, hopefully, improve work-life balance. For me, working at home has brought back the aroma of freshly roasted jeera drifting through my day. Weaving the thread from my London upbringing into my kitchen and very much shaping the fabric of my life. As dried chick peas fall into the bowl in their loud clamour, I’m reminded of the many dishes brought into my world from my Grandma’s past, a reminder of her life’s stories told. Of the place, throughout my life, I would always hear her call home.

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Channa (sautéed chick peas)

Ingredients

200g dried channa (chick peas), soaked overnight in around 800ml cold water, or 1 can of channa, drained and rinsed under cold water
3 tablespoons sunflower or vegetable oil
1 medium onion, peeled and chopped
2 cloves of garlic, very finely chopped
1 red chilli, preferably a Scotch Bonnet*, finely chopped with seeds, (reduce amount or omit if you prefer less of a kick)
1/2 teaspoon ground paprika
1 teaspoon roasted jeera seeds (cumin seeds** or ground)
1/2 teaspoon freshly ground black pepper
salt to taste


* Scotch Bonnet pepper, a fiery and colourful Caribbean pepper with truly awesome flavour, once you get past the heat.
** If time allows, for a full cumin experience, dry roast the seeds in a small frying pan for a few minutes on a low-medium heat. Shake the pan regularly until the seeds turn a medium-dark brown and their aroma is released. Then use whole or partially crush in a mortar and pestle.

  1. If using canned, drain channa into a colander and rinse under cold water.
  2. If using soaked, place the channa with the soaking water in a medium sized pan. Set on a high heat and bring to the boil. Reduce the heat to a simmer and continue to cook for around 30-40 minutes until just soft to the bite. Drain the chick peas in a colander.
  3. Heat up the oil in a medium sized pan. Add the onions and sauté for around 6 minutes until the onions are translucent.
  4. Add the garlic and chilli and continue to sauté for 1 minute.
  5. Now add the channa and continue cooking for around 10 minutes, stirring regularly, until the onions are a golden colour.
  6. Add the spices and salt to taste and stir through. Cook for another minute. Taste and adjust, if necessary.
  7. Serve hot or cold.

Tip: When serving add a generous squeeze of lime juice and chopped coriander.

Serves 4 as a snack/appetiser/side dish