Thursday, January 31, 2013


It's not only what you eat but also when you eat

MUMBAI: The timing of your meals is just as important as what you eat, says a research done jointly by Brigham and Women's Hospitalin the US and University of Murcia in Spain.
Their study, published in the latest issue of the International Journal of Obesity, showed that late-eaters lost significantly less weight than early-eaters, and displayed a much slower rate of weight-loss. Worse, people who ate late also had a lower estimated insulin sensitivity, which is a risk factor for diabetes.
To evaluate the role of food timing in weight-loss effectiveness, the researchers studied 420 overweight participants who followed a 20-week weight-loss treatment program in Spain. The participants were divided into two groups: early-eaters and late-eaters. Early-eaters ate lunch anytime before 3 pm and late-eaters, after 3 pm. They found that late-eaters lost significantly less weight than early-eaters, and displayed a much slower rate of weight-loss.
"This study emphasizes that the timing of food intake itself may play a significant role in weight regulation"" said co-author Marta Garaulet from the University of Murcia. "Novel therapeutic strategies should incorporate not only the caloric intake and macronutrient distribution, as it is classically done, but also the timing of food."

Monday, January 21, 2013

In search of Kovilpatti Kadalai mittai

Olympia Shilpa Gerald
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In a land of homemade sweets and savouries, Olympia Shilpa Gerald discovers the magic of a chunk of peanuts held together by glistening syrup.
Wiping down the foggy car windows, I see men with decidedly drab umbrellas wading through the waterlogged road. The sky is a bulging grey, a cold wind creeps in and there is something phantasmical about a solitary car zipping through the roads when visibility is near zero. It is the highest rainfall recorded in years, the cab driver informs me. Adding to the effect are pyramids, bleached a blinding white, sprouting on the wayside. They turn out to be the salt pans that Thoothukudi district in Tamil Nadu is renowned for.
The rain is receding as we speed towards Kovilpatti, a major town in the southern district. Though not many miles away, there is only heat and dust as we turn into Market Road, with its multi-coloured sweets, inflated plastic toys and knick-knacks. Kovilpatti, a hub for matchsticks, has another export that is often suffixed to its name — the kadalai mittai. Unlike Thoothukudi, whose macaroon has an air of exclusivity about it, this town’s chief boast is humble fare, one that every non-descript streetside shop in Tamil Nadu stocks in old-fashioned beaker-like bottles.
As I walk up to K.S. Kadalaimittai, I’m stunned at the rows of sweets and savouries in the shop. Kovilpatti and its neighbouring towns are candy paradise and most shops sell eatables in shapes, sizes and colours I’ve not seen before. As I point excitedly at dark brown spiral candy, bright yellow wavy sev, Kathiswaran ticks off names — Ellu mittai, cocoa mittai, cheeni mittai, karupatti mittai and yeni padi mittai .
The makers of the kadalai mittai here are taking a lunch break and I cross the road to V.V. Ramachandran (V.V.R.) Kadalaimittai. And there they are — freshly made little chunks of peanuts held together by glistening syrup, topped with wisps of grated coconut dyed pink, green and yellow.
“It was through word of mouth that Kovilpatti’s kadalai mittai became famous, and the bus services added to the popularity,” says Selavaraj, co-proprietor of the shop that has been around for 40 years. His partner Ramachandran says, “Kadalai mittai is made all over the State, but in Kovilpatti, the best ingredients go into making it. That is how the practice of buying the candy in kilos rather than slabs became common here.” The kadalai mittai usually takes the form of a slab of squares wedged together. In Kovilpatti, it is found as single rectangular chunks, or rather cuboids, sealed in packets. I nibble at the candy and the flavour of peanuts and slightly intoxicating syrup make a heady combo. The best part is not only that it’s cheap (you can get a slab for Rs.9 and a kilo for Rs.64), but you can gorge on the candy without reaching that tipping point that happens with most sweets.
When I coax him to spill more secrets, Ramachandran says, “Apart from the quality of ingredients, it has to do with the jaggery — we melt two or three types of jaggery to get the syrup.”
Nagajothi at MNR Sakthi Ganesh, which has a 60-year-old history, shows us the special jaggery — “Theni vellam”, named after a town in south-west Tamil Nadu. This is not the brown, hardened, round lump of jaggery. Theni vellam is a pale, soft triangular block of jaggery, freshly made. The groundnuts are sourced from the nearby town of Aruppukottai. The groundnuts are shelled, and then roasted in a machine.
But the essence of getting this South-Indian equivalent of chikki right, lies in the consistency of the jaggery syrup, says Gokul Ram. He leads us to the recesses of M.N.S. Anjaneyar Vilas that has an image of an air-borne Hanuman bearing a tray of kadalai mittai. While the shop front has mounds of yellow, orange and red sev twisted into coils and ribbons, the kitchen is blackened with soot and is searing with the heat from stoves fed with wood chips (leftovers from the match factories).
A stocky, bare-bodied Kannan is bent over a massive cauldron where the special and ordinary jaggery are melted in boiling water. As the paagu or syrup thickens, a mind-numbing aroma fills the room. Once Kannan decides the syrup is ready, he adds glucose water. Ayyakannu, his mate, empties the roasted and crushed groundnuts into the syrup, sprinkling a little vanilla essence. Finding each other, the ingredients send out a giddy scent —warm and overpowering.
When the syrup bubbles up turning a golden brown, the preparation takes on an alchemical turn. Ayyakannu may have no education to speak of, but he evidently has mastery over some strange principle of physics. With accurately timed, swift clockwise and anticlockwise moves of his ladle, he ensures the bubbles dissipate and a lump of peanuts embedded in hardened syrup emerges. Folding it like a pillow, Ayyakannu plunks it on a board. With a rolling pin, he proceeds to flatten it into a nutty bed. Rolling over a measuring plank and knife, he makes surgical strokes till hundreds of lines crisscross the mittai. Finally, with a sweep of his hand, he breaks up the chunks that fall apart like the pieces of a finished puzzle. I am a little alarmed at the rapid strokes with the knife that are just half-inch apart. “I did have bleeding fingers in the first few months when I started, but I have been doing this for 50 years now,” he smiles.
Who made kadalai mittai synonymous with this town? Sakthivel at MNR, says: “Our father and the experts who serve them today learnt the tricks from Ponnambala Nadar. He is no more and his family diversified into other trades.”
Though none of the stores could volunteer much information, Vaithialingam, an 85-year-old wholesale dealer in the town, says, “Ponnambala Nadar had a grocery store in the Bazaar area around 1940. Five years later, he decided to use the excess peanuts in his store to make kadalai mittai. He was quality conscious and made a name.” Though no more, Ponnambalam’s kadalai mittai, the first to be branded in the town, is remembered by old-timers. He called it “Baby” after his daughter.
HOW IT’S MADE
Ingredients
Peanuts 1 kg
Jaggery 1/2 kg
Theni jaggery 1/2 kg
Glucose powder, vanilla essence or cardamom powder: a dash
Method
Roast groundnuts. In a vat, heat water. Melt both types of jaggery. Keep stirring till the syrup reaches a fine consistency. Empty groundnuts, add glucose water, vanilla essence or cardamom powder and stir repeatedly. Let the syrup bubble over; stoke the vat till peanuts are embedded in jaggery. On a board, flatten the lump with a rolling pin. Make crisscross cuts with a knife. Break up the pieces. Store and eat.

Sunday, January 6, 2013


Nations boil over origins of potato fries — but food fights waste table time


What's in a name, mused Shakespeare? When it's a food name, apparently a lot. French and Belgian historians recently spat hot oil over whether the potato finger is actually the Belgian frite or the French fry. At a Belgian meeting without waffles, the potato finger was disputed as originating from the Belgian Meuse River in the 17th century versus Paris's Pont Neuf after the French Revolution. The eurozoners aren't arguing this Life of Fry alone. The British have chipped in too, claiming the fry is actually a chip off the British block, potatoes swimming in deep oils in 17th century English fish shops. Does the tiny fry merit such big-mouthing? Well, the USA believes so too, huffily claiming the chip as its Freedom Fries, rejecting haute-y French cuisine when France and America crossed forks over invading Iraq.
But Shakespeare was right and a roast by any name tastes just as good. Microwaving the origins of food simply distracts from pure taste. If you worry about just whose Balti the big-hit South Asian cooking came from, you might lose yourself on a never-ending spice route. Similarly, for folk wondering whether hotdogs from Frankfurt should correctly be called Frankfurters - why whine over wieners? Their roots are a handful but their contents make a mouthful too. Just like our desi Chinese, so spicy no real Mandarin could mouth much Indian Manchow! We wantonly call our wontons Punjabi Chinese, bringing dragons to dhabas in most unlikely menus, sorry, manners. But who cares about proper names or right roots when there's food about? The only delicacy necessary for khana are your table manners. Burp.


Tastes like home made, sold in retail


There are very few Nagpurians who would not know Panditanche Vividh Vastu Bhandar in Modi 3 in Sitabuldi. The shop is popular for its typical Maharashtrian sweet and savoury snacks and a must visit for Maharashtrians and nowadays even those from other communities during festivals and weddings.

"This shop was established in 1964 by my father. In those days items like chakli, chiwda, karanjia were essentially made at home and nobody would even dream of buying these from the market," says Shirish Pandit, the owner of the shop.

The senior Pandit was inspired by the popularity of idli, dosa and wada which was consumed in big numbers by south Indians as well as others in various eateries in the city. "My mother used to make some Maharashtrian snack preparations very well and so my father began to market these during Ganesh festival and Diwali," he says.

Initially, these items were made to order but 1977 onwards they were made and sold on a daily basis. Today, the shop is especially known for its sweet items prepared from coconut. "Ola nariyal varieties do not have much of a shelf life and so no other shop prepares karnajia, laddu or barfi made from it," says Pandit.

Now the shop also sees a big rush during Christmas. "They are also serving these local delicacies to their guests so Christians too come here and buy from us."

"The scale has become a bit larger as we now use industrial mixers and other machinery which has been customized for our use," says Pandit and informs that his shop uses at least 600kg of sesame seeds during the Sankranti season.

"During Diwali we make up to 15,000 karanji, 600kg chakli and 400kg laddoos," he says. But what limits the production is that these are items which are made by hand piece wise. "We can't put dough in a machine and get karanjis out of it. It requires to be rolled and filled by hand and this restricts the number that can be made in a day," says Pandit and adds that now he is trying to get a mechanized sheeter which will roll the dough in long sheets from which circles will be cut to make this delicious sweet. "We have got machines to dry roast sesame seeds and also the flour for making laddoos. This has enhanced our production."

What keeps the items moving from the shelf is the rising popularity of traditional sweets and the growing significance of our culture and traditions among the youth, feels Pandit. "People carry our items even abroad," he says and adds this is what has propelled them to manufacture some typically Maharashtrian spices too. "Our dry mixes or upwas chi bhajani are very popular and so is the black garam masala."

Competition is tough and large scale production is difficult to execute for these items, says Shirish Pandit and adds "We use commercial cylinders which are very costly and so far are employing just six women to help us with the work. But increasing costs of raw ingredients is affecting us as we don't have volumes and can't execute big orders." Along with the mouth-watering goodies, Pandit also sells from his small jewellery store items which are must at a Maharasthrian wedding or any other celebration. "Gauri haar, moti nariyal, saptapadi and mundawari are all available with us," he says.

Just down the road from this shop is the 86-year-old grocery store Bapat Bandhu, a favourite with many Maharashtrian homes who still want their raw ingredients to be typically their own. "Maharashtrian women are very particular about the cereals and grains that they buy. They want it all to be clean, washed and dried and that's what we do," says Dhananjay Bapat who has taken up the reins of the shop set up by his grandfather. "This is must visit store for families where there are weddings, child birth or any other religious function. Turmeric and 'akshat' used in weddings is brought from our store as we give it the required treatment and sell in packets.

Care is taken to innovate and constantly upgrade the products to meet the changes in demand. "Khus khus, kharik powder used in laddoos, gound and tilli which has been washed and dried is brought from our shop and sent to US, UK and Australia by our customers," says Bapat and adds that this year the new items being sold are garlic and onion powder, roasted jowar flour and makhana flour for those who fast

In search of RAMASSERI IDLI

K. Pradeep
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  • Ramasseri idlis being made. Photo: K.K. Mustafah
    The Hindu Ramasseri idlis being made. Photo: K.K. Mustafah
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    The Hindu Ramasseri. Photo: K.K. Mustafah
  • Ramasseri idli. Photo: K.K. Mustafah
    The Hindu Ramasseri idli. Photo: K.K. Mustafah
In a tea shop in a nondescript village near Palakkad, K. Pradeep discovers a flatter version of the idli, almost like a mini dosa, whose secret restaurateurs and chefs have not been able to decipher.
A narrow, ribbon-like road that deviates from the Palakkad-Coimbatore Road at Puthussery (or turns from Kootupathai on the Palakkad-Pollachi Road) takes you to Ramasseri, hardly eight km from Palakkad town. It’s nearing noon when we stop at Sankar Vilas, one of the two tea shops in this nondescript village whose only claim to fame is its idlis.
Sankar Vilas is at one end of a row of tiled building strips that house a quaint grocery, a few houses and a rice mill. A few women, with colourful plastic pots, wait their turn at the water tap. A dog wakes up, stares, stretches, and goes back to sleep. The palpable silence is broken by the occasional vehicle that passes by and the strains of a vintage T.M. Soundararajan film song from the radio at the tea shop.
A bleary-eyed, ruffled Jeevanandan, who runs this tea shop, ushers us inside. He still has customers gorging on leaves full of soft, puffy idlis. Two men, who have finished a rather late breakfast, discuss the daily newspaper. While serving his clients Jeevanandan offers us a hot cup of coffee and talks about this tradition of making Ramasseri idlis that have become popular.
“I took over when my father (Sankaranarayanan) died,” says Jeevanandan. “This shop must be more than 75 years old. I have heard my parents say that the Ramasseri idlis date back to over 100 years. It is believed that the Mudaliars, the community to which I and the other families in this village who make idlis belong, migrated from the neighbouring districts of Tamil Nadu. We have been following a tradition handed down to us by the elders. We now have only four families and two shops that sell these idlis here. In the past, this village had handloom. Now it is the idlis.”
Jeevanandan says the tea shop is not profitable. He sells 500 idlis on an average every day. A set of two idlis costs Rs.8. “We make them twice a day, depending on the demand. What helps us survive are the bulk orders we get from hotels, weddings and other functions. During this time, families get together and make them. We don’t give them the chutneys; they have their own combinations like stew and sambar.” The voices of TMS, P. Susheela, and P.B. Srinivas take turns to keep us company.
What makes the Ramasseri version of the idli so special? Jeevanandan and the others in the village still make idlis the same way their forefathers did. They use rice, black gram, fenugreek and salt to form a batter. “The trick, the taste, of the idlis is in the way we cook them,” Jeevanandan says, even as he moves to serve chutney to new customers.
What strikes you first is the unique shape of these idlis. The Ramasseri version is a trifle flat, unlike the more common ones; it is almost like a mini dosa. It feels fluffy, spongy and soft.
Jayan, a carpenter, stays close to this village. He is at Ramasseri on work and has been eating these idlis for many years now. “Though I stay nearby we don’t make these idlis at home. We have tried, but they never come close to what we get from these families. Only they know the ‘trick’,” he says breaking a big piece of idli, and mixing it well with two varieties of chutneys and the podi (a powder of pepper, roasted rice, black gram and red chilly) before shoving it into his mouth.
Even restaurateurs and professional chefs have not been able to decipher the secret taste of the Ramasseri idli. “There is a popular story among our families that the recipe of the idli and the podi was handed down by an old woman called Chittoori Ammal. I’m not very sure about this. I was married into this family, and ever since I have been making this. I was ‘trained’ by my mother-in-law and the other older women in the family,” says Rajammal, Jeevanandan’s mother, and the oldest member of the clan.
It is noon and customers begin to dwindle. The shop opens as early as 4 a.m. and remains open till 9 p.m. every day. It is not unusual to see people queuing up and cars and vans halted under the tree close to the shop in the morning. “We have our regular customers from the village and the surroundings who come here almost every day. Then there are people from the restaurants in the city who come to collect their orders,” says Jeevanandan, as he gestures to us to follow him to the “kitchen”.
Jeevanandan stays with his family behind the tea shop. He leads us to the dark, small kitchen. Four fireplaces occupy most of the space. One of them is burning. Jeevanandan sits down and opens a large pot of idli batter. He takes four round clay steamers (like the ganjira), almost eight-inch in diameter, tied tightly on the mouth with a piece of wet cotton cloth. He pours a ladle full of batter on these net-like cloths on each of these hollow-bottomed steamers and stacks them one over the other. Then he places them on a large pot on the fireplace. The fire logs flicker and it is hot inside the kitchen. He then covers them with another blackened pot.
“Earlier we used only earthen pots. We used to have expert potters who made them for us. But now we don’t get that kind of quality. Most of them tend to break in the heat. We have substituted them with aluminium pots now. But the round steamers are still made of clay. In the past only three steamers were stacked together. Since we need to make large numbers we use four,” Jeevanandan explains even as the idli gets steaming.
Once they are done, he lifts the cover, removes the stack of steamers one by one, places a wet leaf, usually of the jackfruit tree, over the steaming idli and turns the steamer upside down, sliding the idli into a huge tray. “The firewood we use is only from the tamarind tree. It takes hardly a minute or two to make an idli. But it’s tough during summer to stay close to the fire right through in a hot kitchen.”
Vallakutty, a spinster, who walks with a slight shuffle, has been working in Sankar Vilas for “more than 20 years.” “She reaches here by three in the morning and by seven makes around 300 idlis and leaves. We take over after that,” says Jeevanandan.
There was a time when Ramasseri idlis were packed and carried abroad. It used to have a shelf life of three to four days. “Not any longer,” confesses Jeevanandan. “At the most it may last a day. The quality of rice has gone down. Earlier, we used to get it from our own fields or buy from those who cultivated rice. Not any longer. The taste starts right from the boiling of paddy itself. In fact, we used to use parts of the husk to make the podi. We now depend on the grocer who chooses the variety of rice we need. We use electric grinders and mixers to make the batter and the podi. This has also affected the quality.”
We sit inside the shop as Jeevanandan places fresh-washed banana leaves before us. The fluffy idlis fall on the leaf. The coconut and tomato chutneys give the green leaf and the snow-white idlis a dash of brightness. The podi is served last. For the next few minutes we are not sure if Jeevanandan said anything or if TMS was still singing. The peppery-hot podi hits you hard, yet you keep going for that lovely, tangy taste. We clean up the leaf in quick time, and buy a parcel of idlis to take home.
Now I will believe those who told me of the separate queues at the two tea shops in Ramasseri from the crack of dawn. Watching the idlis being steam-cooked in those mud pots, arranged in a three-tiered method till they are slipped on to the green leaf before you is an experience. 
In minutes our car has sped past the little village. The TMS songs are heard no more, and the aroma of steamed idlis cannot be felt. I touch the packet of idlis in the bag — some reassurance.
HOW IT’S MADE
The ingredients and process are almost the same as those for the usual idli.
Soak one kg of good parboiled rice and 150 grams of black gram in separate pots for some hours. Wash and remove the skin of the gram and grind it with a large pinch of fenugreek to a smooth, thick batter. Wash and grind the rice separately and combine the two. Add salt to taste and stir well. Cover it and set it aside for 10-12 hours, overnight preferably, to ferment. Use this batter to make the idlis.

Friday, January 4, 2013


Gaya tilkut industry surviving, not thriving


GAYA: Migration of large number of workers proficient in tilkut making, rising production cost and apparent government apathy has hit hard the nearly 200 years old tilkut industry of Gaya town. Tilkut, besides Vishnupad Temple and Renaissance Cultural Centre are regarded the city's icons, giving the place a distinct identity.

According to insiders, poaching by confectionery manufacturers of Kolkata and Patna has led to large-scale migration of skilled workers, putting at stake the survival of this industry at its birth place itself. Whether it be Kolkata, Patna or any other part of the country, local tilkuts are given the Gaya tag to make it acceptable to the buyers because tilkut and Gaya are like synonyms.

Nearly 400 families living at Ramna, Tekari Road, Morarpur K P Road and other localities of Gaya town earn their livelihood by making tilkut only. Seasonal income and dwindling profit margin make the going tough for tilkut-makers. Made of a mix of lintel, sugar/gur in the right proportions and heated at an optimum temperature in cold but dry weather, skilfully hammered and shaped like biscuits, the tilkut-making needs specialized skill found mainly in Gaya town.

According to Central Bihar Chamber of Commerce, tilkut should be given the cottage industry status to make it survive against all odds. Once it's granted a cottage industry status, tilkut-makers can avail priority sector loan facilities provided by the nationalized banks. As on date, capital-starved tilkut-makers have to borrow money at the market rate of interest.

Narrating the woes of the Gaya tilkut-makers, Lalji Prasad, who carries forward the family tradition of tilkut-making, said instead of declaring tilkut-making a cottage industry, the government has brought it under the purview of Food Safety Act requiring licence from the health department. One cannot get the licence made and renewed annually without greasing the officials' palm, he said.

Prasad also says that due to lack of finance, the tilkut-makers cannot engage in bulk and advanced purchase of items like lintel, sugar/gur. The wholesalers of these items charge arbitrary prices when the demand peaks up around Makar Sankranti. Sugar/Gur prices have more than doubled since the last season. This hike cannot be fully passed on to the consumer as it would affect the sale with the result that profit margins dip and the incentive to remain in the business loses charm. Moreover, the tilkut-makers have to purchase coal and kerosene on the black market as no arrangement is made to ensure the supply of these items at a reasonable price.

For several years now, the Gaya tilkut has been a regular feature at the International Trade Fair in Delhi and participants of the fair earn good money through tilkut stalls put up at the big ticket event.

But, the greatest and unnoticed threat to Gaya tilkut industry comes from the changing preferences of the young generation who are fast food fans with less liking for traditional items like tilkut, says Shahmina Nishat, a plus 2 teacher.

The never say die spirit of Gaya tilkut-makers and their resolve to remain in business even without government support and with significantly reduced profit margins make the Gaya tilkut survive, if not thrive.