This is I found my favorite.
Believe that you will like it.And if the burritos weren’t delicious enough, their homemade hot sauce really set them off! I’m not one for using much hot sauce, but I couldn’t get enough of this! Every bite had to have some sauce on it.
We were so pleased with our decision to return before we left and couldn’t imagine that it could get any better. And then it did.
With about 1/4 burrito left for each of us, David came over with one of HRD’s most popular dishes; Mongolian beef cheesesteak. As a ‘thank you’ for coming back, he wanted to give us this sandwich on the house. Neither of us had ever been given food at a restaurant like that so we were so grateful for such a kind action.
This is my favorite food, and I'll teach you how to do it.
Believe that you will learn.Just as she is about to add it to the bowl, the girl opens her mouth to say something– and the mother, growing slighly impatient says “Aatlu” as she shows a large mound of coconut on her palm. The mother already knows that this instruction will take 4 times longer than necessary. She fills the 1/2 cup container, but not completely…as there is much room on the top. The mother says “About 1/2 cup”.
The girl is eager to correct her saying “That’s not 1/2!” The girl takes matters into her own hands and transfers the scant 1/2 cup and empties it into the 1/3 cup…perfectly.
And so the culinary instruction carries on in this way, such that each of the “Aatlu” mounds of spice particles preceeds the actual measurement. This is the only way that an Indian recipe can be properly translated and documented and be available for modern day society.
So when you see a recipe of an Indian dish, much like all the recipes seen here on Shef’s Kitchen, remember the strenuous path that was taken from a mother’s memory (consistent, repeatable, and mechanical) to a daughter’s Pencil & Wide-Ruled notebook paper to the World Wide Web.
Print it. Acknowledge it. Appreciate it. And you don’t really have to say how much you appreciate it. Just say “Aatlu”.
Believe that you will learn.Just as she is about to add it to the bowl, the girl opens her mouth to say something– and the mother, growing slighly impatient says “Aatlu” as she shows a large mound of coconut on her palm. The mother already knows that this instruction will take 4 times longer than necessary. She fills the 1/2 cup container, but not completely…as there is much room on the top. The mother says “About 1/2 cup”.
The girl is eager to correct her saying “That’s not 1/2!” The girl takes matters into her own hands and transfers the scant 1/2 cup and empties it into the 1/3 cup…perfectly.
And so the culinary instruction carries on in this way, such that each of the “Aatlu” mounds of spice particles preceeds the actual measurement. This is the only way that an Indian recipe can be properly translated and documented and be available for modern day society.
So when you see a recipe of an Indian dish, much like all the recipes seen here on Shef’s Kitchen, remember the strenuous path that was taken from a mother’s memory (consistent, repeatable, and mechanical) to a daughter’s Pencil & Wide-Ruled notebook paper to the World Wide Web.
Print it. Acknowledge it. Appreciate it. And you don’t really have to say how much you appreciate it. Just say “Aatlu”.