I'll give you a minute to ponder. I'll even give you a hint with the next picture :)
That's right folks.. SNOW does not belong in Texas... and yet, there it was in all of its white glory. Did I make a snowman you ask? I would have but the hubster is a New Yorker and therefore the authority of snow and told me "It's not the right kind of snow... it won't pack." HMPH!
After 4 consecutive days of being trapped at home, I was going crazy! I couldn't look at the assorted cans of beans and jars of pasta without feeling eich... What to do what to do?
I decided today was the day. I could feel the planets aligning in my favor. I was going to face my arch-nemesis cuisine - Indian (pause for suspense music). I know what you are thinking.. Piyusha, aren't you Indian? I mean you got that whole UPS "What can brown do for you?" thing going. But Indian food is different than a lot of cuisines with the call for a perfect balance of spices and understanding how each spices adds a different dimension and layer to your final product. It also doesn't help that the typical Indian mom/auntie explains measurements with "just add one finger worth."
I decided to tackle channa masala (aka chick pea curry) and puri - fried dough that puffs up in little clouds if done right. My close friend Pooja will tell you that channa masala and I are not bffs4eva... Don't get me wrong, I love chick peas... hummus, curry, in a salad.. yum. Cooking them Indian-style is another story. Poor Pooja, who loves me very much, has eaten many failed attempts at channa masala over the course of a decade. Poojie, this one's for you.
My puri puffed up perfectly! My mother will be so proud!