Dry Chicken Snack- Indian

Being a Chicken eating newbie I am just about exploring my comfort zone with it...and I must say we are getting along quite well. So here I am with all the time in the world to do things I have wanted to :) Cooking fares well on the list...and I will keep adding the recipes of the ones which have turned out pretty decent so far :) even my Hubby says so :D (nopes not at gun point :P ) I have taken help from friends, family and looked online for all the recipes...and eventually it turns out to be a dish with a little twist I might feel makes the dish tastier or sometimes practically ( read ingredients missing :P ) and also a matter of convenience ( Hubby will be home early :-o).

So this is my first Chicken Snack that I tried over a web chat with my friend Mithun...who discovered  his fancy for cooking after he left for Australia....it turned out to be a cracker and could go well with the drinks, oh yea ;). So here it goes.

You would need:(all ingredients are in green...and sorry am not that good at proportions as yet)

Frozen Chicken Breast( Yup I am a starter alright ) - Microwave them for about 3 minutes or use the Auto defrost setting to break the ice! Cut them into nice cubes which would make sumptuous bites. 

For the Tadka:

Take Oil, add finely chopped green chilies, garlic and ginger...after that cooks a little...add on Curry leaves (be generous with these as it brings out a nice flavor), add salt to taste, pinch of turmeric, chopped Onions( the onions need to be bigger dices and not finely chopped).

Once the onions also go golden brown, toss in the Chicken pieces ,,,and cook it on a mid-high flame so as to let it cook good and also have a little charring(be careful not to go over the top, or you would have burnt Chicken :D) . In the end, turn off the stove, sprinkle veryyy little Chicken Tikka Masala(one of those readymade powders you get at any Indian grocery store) and put the lid and let it hold on for 5 minutes.

Tadan! Your Dry Chicken Snack is now ready....it's so simple...even I could make it :D.

Oooops: The first time I made this, I ended up sauteing the garlic for a tad bit too long...and I had to call this dish 'Burnt Garlic Dry Chicken' :D. So that could actually be another version too.

Cheers! :)

If I ever forget, I hope I am reminded how I feel right now

I see how I am about to get more entangled in the wordly affairs of my affairs and worlds which are more than intertwined than ever...

I know of bank balances

I know of unworthy expenses

I know of things that I want to afford

I know of things I can afford

I know of things I cannot afford

Too much coiny noise as these thoughts fall in my head, one by one, coin by coin, almost giving me a headache.

It will never be enough.

If I am done with my list, it will be only for the moment.

All the worries in the world will always be there...let's see how we can make the most of the in betweens.

I want to make the worries seem petty

I want to make the worries worth it

I want to make the happiness worth it

Yours naively Optimist

Talking conversation- Beauty

And I asked myself, how do people make beatuiful things.

And I told myself, may be beutiful people make things which turn out beatuiful because they are made by beautiful thoughts?

ANd then I thought, people just make things, and they could be beautiful to me or you.

And there would be things that people wanting to be beautiful, and hence the thought, the will nurtures it into something beautiful.

I asked myself, why do I want to create something something?

No answer for a long while...

Who would you want(really) for it to look beautiful to ? ( could be a grammatical error there)

Hesitating to answer....

Ok! What if you have created something beautiful ?

I would feel happy I guess.

How would you know it's beautiful?

ummm...When others tell me that it's beautiful, i guess...ummm

Sometimes, I love what I make...and it's beautiful to me..

Is it enough that I see the beauty and no one else does?

Ummm...depends, sometimes I don't even want to share with anyone what I have made.

But ya, it's nice when people like it too...it's like sharing something nice with everyone..and anyone , it kind of connects you with the people who might have something common with you....since you seem to have the similar liking to start with...

What is 'beauty'?

Hard to define.....think it could be relative sometimes....so when you think something is beautiful...it could mean I have never seen anything like this before. Beauty could be the best possible imaginable way that the creator has put out...something which you could not think about or beyond. Beauty could be an interpretation of a thought that never occurred to me. But I guess a flower can be beautiful inspite of the fact that there is nothing new about it. Beauty to me could be sheer appreciation or actualization or coming into being what something is potential of...It's a like a paper and a pencil...when a beautiful sketch is made...its realization of the fact...that something is created out of mediums which would be independently be redundant in a way...so it could be appreciation of the actualization of the numerous possibilities. Beauty has to be in my mind, for me to realize something is beautiful...Beauty is I think inside me...I think...but that way, it means that everything to me should look beautiful? But if I do not have beauty inside...how will see it? and obviously Beauty is subjective, but that is a characteristic more than answering what beauty is. Beauty is also in a way a calling? to show you the path to realize something that you enjoy....to help connect oneself....the very fact that we find something beautiful, according to me comes because you connect to something. Beauty could be a mere reflection of my thoughts...

Hmmm sometimes, beauty is something I feel that I cannot create, as in, something that I feel I am not capable of creating...

Okay, may be try to twist the question, Why do i like what I like?

Longggg pause, partly because i cannot concentrate for too long :-/ and party because I am trying to get rid of my habit to pluck split ends in my hair, and the more i try, the more i remember it, the more i do, the more i try to stop...and it turns into a vicious little distraction.

..>Still trying to break the thought process...

A cone in a cone

Flying in shapes that form to begin
Softening edges drying beyond
Sharpening a vision
Caressing the noises
Hushing the screaming stories
Often touched by featured softness
Often fallen, broken, torn
Stitching and clinging
Leaving and living
Far and stretched
Hazed and sound
Furry and delight
Like Ice cream in fright
I feel it all together
For all it smells is sweet
How matter integrates to disintegrate..
and form to deform
We make stories all along
melting again and beyond
An Ice cream to be
thoughts frozen somewhere
relish and yumm
would be ...should be...

Quilling spree

Well after a long time got crafting, not that I had anything so pretty earlier. A colleague introduced me to this almost miniature paper craft factory!!

About to scatter

A feeling like the glass would feel
before it would sliver into pieces beyond
a count of thousand miles
away from itself when it would all fall apart

A shiver in the eyes
of the evil mind
before it commits the hideous crime
for all you know that is only in his mind

A loud shouting call
before you are about
to rust in that mark
that you would be shameful about

About to break
you try to piece them together
but pieces they are
already fragmented
all ready broken
is the thought
is the heart

To find
you have lose yourself
to figure our
you have to define
words fly all across
and thoughts are crawling
hidden and playing
folly and teasing

I in I

enough of times of tying around
enough it is to mellow down
hanging out loud and out
wanting and not wanting to be figured out.

Knock each nut
crush each thought
to remain in seclusion
to remain in remains

no windows
no clouds
around me
and me around

Asking myself
Have I found
Asking them
Have I been found


Tossing in an orbit
of constant doubt
knowing unkowing
Hoping to tread out

To choose the way
looking for direction
To know the answer
looking for questions

How the loud silence erodes
bit by bit
pie by pie
uff, where is the I in I.


I is almost i.e
That, that is
and that, that is not.