Few days back I cooked like crazy. Sometime I do that. I cooked five or six curries together. Actually , I didn’t want to worry for food for at least 3 days. However, that day I experimented with the spices. I put the spices in the curries like a mad. I didn’t even think whether the food will taste good or not. But the things came out very nice. Here I’m giving the recipe of basil chicken. This is very, very easy recipe. Actually I cooked it for my son. The curry doesn't contain any hot spices. On the top of that the chicken curry is full of vegetables. I add vegetables, like carrot, corn, sweet peas, capsicum in chicken curry. Moreover using basil in the curry has a reason behind. On Sunday, our sweet neighbor came our home, and gave me a big bunch of carrot and a big bunch of basil leaves. I kept them on the kitchen table and within a minute the sweet aroma of fresh basil leaves filled up the air inside our home.
Here is the recipe: Ingredients: 1 lb. Boneless chicken 2-3 small carrots 1/2 cup peas (frozen) 1 green capsicum 1 tbsp ginger paste 3 twigs of basil leaves 1 tbsp of oil 1 small onion 2 pods of gloves Salt to taste Method: Cut the chicken into small cubes. Marinate the chicken pieces with one tbsp. of ginger paste and salt. Meanwhile peel and cut the carrots into very small cubes. Deseed and cut the capsicum into small square. Very finely chop the onion and the pods of garlic. Heat the oil in wok, and add the chopped garlic. Just stir the garlic , and add the chopped onion. Otherwise garlic will get burned. Stir the onion, and add carrots. Cover the wok, and let the vegetable cook. When the onion and carrot become little tender add the chicken. Cover the wok and let the curry cook. Water will ooze out from the chicken , so no need to add water at this stage. Add capsicum and sweet peas , and cover the wok. Stir occasionally, and always keep heat medium. If water is needed, add little by little (half cup one at a time). After some time check the chicken. If the pieces are sufficient tender, then add the chopped basil leaves. Cover for few minutes, and then switch off the gas. Server hot with rice.
Looking through the window in a quiet leisurely afternoon, just after finishing all household chores, many happenings of past comes into mind. It is just nice relaxation to think about those small happenings in the afternoon, when there was no external sound , nothing there to bother you. It was just like same afternoon, when I had been staring at he maple tree just outside my window, and an incident, rather a small accident came in my mind. It was long back, four years back. The day started as normal day until 11:00 in the morning. We went to Palo Alto medical foundation for my child’s flu shot. From there we started out for Costo, to do our routine shopping. IT had been raining from last night and the road was slippery. My husband about to take exit at Rengostroff. The exit ramp sharply curved and inclined on the right side. Suddenly our slid to right. I shouted to him with great fear. As I shouted he rolled steering wheel with mighty force, and car slid off the road to left. We fell into the bush off road side. Our mind went blank. He asked me whether I could manage to get out of the car. Why he asked me to do that, still he didn’t know. Did he think I could take out all of us ( he and the child), and then three of us would pull the car out of the bush? The bush on the road side was the Angel to us, that bush only prevented the car from rolling down. Anyway he called the police. The police and the firefighter arrived within 5 minutes. The fire officials dragged us out of the car. The tow-truck pulled our out of the bush. We escaped unhurt, and same also our car.
As I always love to do is to stare through the window to the sky. The other day I was doing the same. Black cloud was hovering on the sky. Some disheveled thoughts www coming in my head. Suddenly I plunged into abyss of memory. I could see my childhood vividly. Those carefree simple days came to for few moments. It was just like a dream. I could see all those days in front of my eyes. I could see my ‘mamabari’ (maternal uncles’ home). Long back, at that time my three maternal uncles stayed jointly in a same house. Like other children, it was also my favorite place to go there. Before shifting to our own home in Salt Lake we lived in a rented house near my mamabari. Sometimes my mothers used to drop us (we three sisters) there in the afternoons. I was very small, and my my granny helped me to have lunch. As usual I didn’t want to eat. She used to tell me some funny storied to stuff the lunch in my stomach. All those silly, funny, and meaningless stories gave me pure childish pleasure. Granny used to put one morsel after another in my mouth while she told all those ‘stories’. That is the earliest memory of my mamabari. After moving in Salt Lake we could get chance to visit them twice a year. During summer and puja vacation we used to get one day off to visit them. At that time telephone was costly. Very few homes had phone services at their home. We didn’t have the facility at our home. What a change within twenty years of span!! Now we have three- four phones. Even some people have more than on personal phones. Now we have numerous option to communicate. My father used to write a letter one month earlier to my ‘boromama’(eldeat maternal uncle) about our arrival at their home. As soon as the vacation used to start we sisters became excited to visit them. During puja vacation we used to visit on the seventh day of ‘Durga Puja’. We had rule in our home. Those two days we woke up very early in the morning. Till date all our family members are early riser. So, it was not a problem to us. On the top of that, we could hardly sleep on the previous night. Excitement kept us awake almost all the night. 7:30 sharp we would be waiting at the bus stop. First a long journey from Salt Lake to Howrah station by bus. I didn’t want to get down at the station. I always wish that the journey would be longer one. Next was to get the train ticket at Howrah station. Standing in a long queue for a long time was challenge to me. As a youngster it was the toughest job to stand beside my mother as quiet as possible. Next excitement was to board the train. My mother never made sit in the train. I always stood beside the window to look outside. After getting down from the station, it was another fifteen minutes walk to our mamabari. My elder sister and I used to run from the station to mamabari to meet our cousins. But, that magical one day used to finish within no time. However, all those days are gone. Now that very home home is almost empty. Only boromama is alone there. We have no contact with them. Sometimes adults behave extremely stupid ways. After a family fight they snapped all ties with us. What a silly fight that was!!! Now we have contact only with our cousin brother. We some times talk with each other. Another uncle is no more. Our youngest uncle is in another city. All of a sudden I desperately wanted to go to that very house. I wanted to hug my boromama , who is alone there. What change in life!!! Once a deeply resounding house is now deserted. No granny is there to give me coconut. No one is there to give me new dress during puja. No one is there to wait for us with great excitement. People want so many things to god, but I want my childhood back.
Usually every morning I go morning walking. Though sometimes I fail to do that, but I try to keep the routine same. Just like that, since last month I’m not doing that. This is nothing but a very trivial matter. Nobody will take time to know my everyday mundane. Everyone is busy in his/her own life. Why I’m telling all those? Just I want to tell my feeling, when I had been walking on the trail behind my house few days back. After dropping my son at school, I went morning walking. While I was walking, I just look up far, and the view just caught my eyes. When there was a smart phone, I did a good use of that.