THE CHRISTIAN SCIENCE MONITOR Wednesday, June 7, 2006 19 The HOME FORUM

SPICY: A traditional Indian box comes with cups to fill with the cook’s favorite , including Bengal gram, red chilies, and tumeric.

Indian Beans and Peas FOR TEMPERING

2 teaspoons olive oil 1 teaspoon seeds 1 teaspoon 1 teaspoon black gram (also known as urad dhal) 1 teaspoon Bengal gram dal (also known as chana dhal) 1 dried red chili A few leaves (optional) 1/2 teaspoon minced

OTHER INGREDIENTS

INDIRA SINGARI 1 pound fresh green beans (remove strings WHEN I SET off to grad- tomato rasam, chicken and cut beans into 1-inch pieces) uate school in the US, soup for the vegetarian 1 to 2 handfuls of frozen peas the Internet had not yet A SPICE BOX AND soul, seemed like a 2 tablespoons grated, unsweetened coconut taken over the world. I good place to start my (frozen or dry) actually spoke to people culinary career. to gather information I kept some spicy V8 to taste about life in America in A COOKBOOK GOT handy, just in case the For tempering: Heat the oil over high heat in general and my destina- rasam lacked the bite a small pan, and keep the lid nearby. When tion, New Orleans, in we were used to, but the oil gets hot, add the mustard seeds and particular. did not have to open the put the lid on right away. Turn the heat to low I was delighted to HER STARTED can at all. find a woman whose son With this book in when the mustard seeds begin to pop. When was an undergraduate hand, I did not dread my seeds stop popping, add all the other temper- at the university I was headed to. “My son had some weekly turn at cooking. Three months later, I even ing ingredients. The minced garlic should go in problems initially with the food, but you should be offered to bring a dish when a professor had us over last. Stir until the black gram dal turns a fine. You are a girl, no?” she said to reassure me. for Thanksgiving dinner. golden brown, about 5 minutes. Biting back my foolish but proud claim that I One of the hardest lessons I had to learn was Steam the green beans until they are would be as useless in the kitchen as any son of that a secret to south Indian cooking, the technique slightly tender. Cook the frozen peas, following hers, I focused on the issues at hand. What was the called “tempering,” cannot be picked up from any the directions on the package. When the weather in New Orleans like? Did I have to drive book, no matter how well written. You lay out a beans are steamed, transfer them to a larger around? Was there public transportation? Food, in spoonful or less of spices on a plate. It is tempting pan and add the peas. Mix in the coconut. fact, was my last concern. to blend them but you cannot do that. Popped, one Remove the red chili and curry leaves from Newly arrived and equally clueless, two other by one, into a small quantity of hot oil, each spice the tempering (they are not meant to be Indian students joined me in the lounge of the yields its distinct flavor at a particular temperature. eaten, just to add flavor). Add the tempering chemistry department. We were inseparable in the A tiny miscalculation and you’ll end up with a semi- mixture to beans and peas, and toss together. initial weeks. charred mess. But done right, the redolent mix Pointing to this and that, we tried various items gives vegetable dishes a nutty, crunchy flavor. Salt to taste. in the cafeteria. Determined to be vegetarian, my The dance of the mustard seeds in the hot, Serves 5 to 6 as a side dish. new friends stuck to whatever was green, such as smoky oil during this process can easily get out of Brussels sprouts floating around in brine or salads control, and many a time I had to put a lid on its with rusting iceberg lettuce. wild frenzy, sometimes – unfortunately – not before plants, which neither looked nor tasted like the Tabasco sauce, a dash of which was supposed the smoke alarm went off. aubergines back home, called for an entirely dif- to perk up every meal, did nothing for us. We But a “mastery over the can make all ferent treatment than the cookbook’s suggestions. exhausted all the combinations of toppings in the the difference,” the author of my cookbook empha- Broccoli, a cousin of the cauliflower, is not nearby pizza place. sized. Learning to temper spices efficiently in an amenable to spices, I found. Asparagus is as easy Soon, we found a furnished apartment close to American kitchen was tough, but the procedure as green beans; fiddleheads are not fussy either. school and signed the lease. As I began to unpack paid gastronomical dividends and taught me the With some thought and effort, I could eventually – a pressure cooker and a year’s supply of spices virtue of patience. handle most of the produce. materialized from my huge suitcase. Initially, when I walked down the produce aisles My mother’s strategic additions to my luggage So did a round stainless-steel box with seven cir- of the neighborhood grocery store, I could name had rescued me from bland American food, as well cular cups within. It was a gleaming replica of my only some of the vegetables. as my own picky eating habits. mother’s spice box. Instinctively, I began to fill the Jalapeños, the pleasantly plump relatives of the Over the years, my palate has become more containers with , cumin, , black tiny Indian mirchi, looked deceptively harmless. My sophisticated, and my collection of cookbooks has pepper, Bengal gram, red chilies, and mustard seeds. roommate decided to bite into one to check if this grown into a small library. But the one slim volume As I was about to take my suitcase down to the chili was “hot,” and ended up doing a crazy jig in my mother gave me still holds it own. basement, I found a thin cookbook in its cavernous Aisle 6 until I rushed back with a bottle of blue And if there had ever been a real fire that made depths. Gatorade. the oversensitive smoke alarm wail for all it’s Inside there was a simple inscription in my It took a sniff test to distinguish between curly worth, I would have grabbed my spice box, run out- mother’s neat hand: “From Amma.” and cilantro, and one roommate always side, and calmly waited for the red truck to arrive. Flipping through the pages, I decided that brought back the wrong . Humongous egg- Vijaysree Venkatraman