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Roasted Eggplant

One of the pleasures of living in this part of the world is the food. I have become exceedingly fond of nan baked in a clay tandoor, of juicy, tender meat generously rubbed with spices and dripping with flavor on an open flame, and of creamy, cooling raita with cucumber and roasted cumin.

Since arriving in Pakistan three years ago (has it really been that long?), I have learned to cook several of my favorite dishes. I always liked the food of the region, but living here has given me discernment, an invaluable gift that deepens the enjoyment of eating as it adds a welcome reference point.

This dish, called Bharta in Pakistan and India, is similar to baba ghanoush, the Arab dish. I like to roast the eggplant over an open flame, now that I have the use of a gas stove, but it can easily be done in the oven or the barbecue grill. The smoky, earthy flavor is a good contrast to the soft, creamy texture of the aubergine.

I do not like the taste of ginger with this particular dish, but I know some recipes call for it, so use it if you wish. I don’t add chili powder either, as the green chilies give enough heat for me, but if you like it hot, go for it.

 Ingredients

5-6 small eggplants (or 2 large ones)

1 large onion

3 large plum tomatoes

2-3 large garlic cloves

2-3 small green chilies

¼ teaspoon mustard seeds

¼ teaspoon turmeric powder

¼ teaspoon garam masala*

salt and pepper to taste

3 tablespoons olive oil

 Method

If you have a gas stove, place each eggplant on the lighted burners, using long thongs to handle the vegetables as they sit on the open flame. Turn them carefully and often until the skin is black all around. Remove from the heat and set aside.

To roast the eggplants in the oven, cut the vegetables in half and lay them skin side up on a baking sheet (line it with parchment or aluminum foil to prevent sticking). Set the oven to broil and cook until the skin of the eggplants is roasted black.

Once the eggplants are cool enough to handle, carefully peel off the skin completely, making sure that none of it remains. I wash off the vegetable under a gentle stream of running water to clean it fully.

Chop the eggplant into small pieces and place the pulp in a colander set over a bowl and let it drain for 30 minutes.

Meanwhile, slice the onion very thinly, and chop the tomatoes. Mince the garlic, and if you can, grind it to a paste in a blender or use a mortar and pestle. Cut the chilies into small pieces.

Heat the oil until rippling and add the mustard seeds. Be careful because they pop. Add the onions and cook, stirring often, until soft and slighly golden. Do not brown.

Add the garlic and the green chilies, plus a tablespoon of water to prevent burning. Cook for a minute or two, then add the tomatoes. Pour in a splash of water and lower the heat to low. Cook for about five minutes, until the tomatoes are soft and glistening, and the oil comes to the surface.

Now add the turmeric powder, the garam masala and the salt and pepper. Cook for 1 minute.

Take the reserved eggplant and mash it with a fork or a potato masher. Add it to the cooking pan. Discard the liquid that has drained in the bowl.

Cover and cook the eggplant on low heat for five minutes. Add a tablespoon of water if it sticks to the pot. Stir and taste to check the seasoning. Adjust the spices if necessary.

Cook for a few more minutes until the eggplant looks soft and smooth. Serve with pita bread, nan, basmati rice  or a crusty baguette. It’s also great mixed with pasta, and I love it smothered with cheese in a lasagna.

*Note: Garam (Hot) Masala is a mixture of spices. You can make your own by toasting then grinding black peppercorns, coriander seeds, cumin seeds, broken up cinnamon sticks, cloves and black cardamom pods in a spice grinder. 

Ramblings

Here’s a second helping of what has been on my mind lately. To read the first one, go here.

Elizabeth Edwards: There was always something about John Edwards that I found slightly repelling. I confess I never really studied his positions, but whenever I heard him speak I didn’t find him credible, his style had no weight, he was too smooth, too rich, too pretty. I am very glad he did not win the primary this time around (he would have been squashed decisively by McCain), but what an embarrassment he has turned out to be. I always wonder what a woman will willingly endure and why. I am sorry Elizabeth Edwards openly admits that she knew about his affair very early in the campaign, because it’s very disappointing to learn that she helped him deceive us. Because of that I have little sympathy for her in this regard. 

Anne of Green Gables: I am re-reading the first book, and it is lovely. I have read all the books (I think there are eight), and while in my view Lucy Maud Montgomery went one or two books too far with her series (Anne Shirley as a fifty year old? It’s just not cute anymore), I’m really enjoying it, and I can’t wait for my daughter to learn to read so I can share it with her. I didn’t learn English until I was 17 so I didn’t grow up with all these books, but reading them now as an adult and a mother has a charm all its own.

Dick CheneyBogeyman go away! You have delighted us long enough, as Mr Bennet said.

Apocalypto: I caught this movie on television the other night. It gave me nightmares, but as often happens with realistic films, I couldn’t look away. How brutal were my ancestors! And what ugly piercings! But by the end I was more convinced that our first duty is to our family, not to our tribe or even our country, but to our children and husbands or wives.

The New Star Trek movie: I am so looking forward to watching this. There is a state-of-the-art theater in our neighborhood, and it just started playing it. Scratch that out of my list, please. I noticed recently that the parking lot of the movie theater seems curiously empty, and yesterday I found out why: it’s become the target of threats. So, no Star Trek movie for me until I can watch it at home. ;-(

Michelle Obama’s clothes: One thing I like is the thoroughly modern way she dresses. I can identify with her taste, even if it’s not exactly what I would wear. I do think that if I had all that money, I wouldn’t buy from only one place, as she supposedly does, and I would wear hose with my dresses. But,  it is fun to see what she wears and how she interprets her role. She is bound to do it differently, because she is.

My friend Charlotte, who was my first blogging friend, has tagged me for a meme  for mothers who live in far away lands. I can answer the call perfectly, because I am a mother, and I am definitely in a far away land.

Five Things I Enjoy About Motherhood

  1. On a hard day it’s difficult to think of one thing I enjoy, let alone five, but I always love how a hug can truly change my mood and make me happy. Even on the worst day, the sincere, eager embrace of my children does it for me: the clouds pass, the brow unfurls, the smile begins.
  2. I enjoy the sense of purpose. I know that I am needed and wanted and that knowledge gives meaning to my life, regardless of anything else I may have to deal with as a woman, a wife and a human being.
  3. One of the best things about being a mother is that I have someone to love, to shower with affection, someone who right now truly belongs to me and not only wants my love, but actually needs it.
  4. The opportunity to mould a human being, to try to teach kindness, compassion, and a sense of honor. I look forward to the chance to cultivate a mind, to share the learning and the wonder, to see it all through my children’s eyes and explore the world afresh. I hope to instill in them the love of books, the respect for nature, the appreciation for beauty and peace, for words, music and art. There is so much to do and that is wonderful!
  5. I feel safe having a family of my own. This little family of my own making is like my little nest, my niche in life, the rabbit hole that I can run to when things get tough. There will always be a connection between us, no matter how much distance there is, or how much time passes. I have it with my own parents, and I look forward to having that tie with my children as they grow up and become my dear friends.

I will not tag anyone, because it seems everyone I know is doing this meme, but if you feel it suits you, consider yourself tagged.

 

Sweets

Guests always bring a gift when they come to see you. Most often it’s a cake, or traditional sweets like these, but I’ve also received a set of tea cups, a serving bowl and flowers.

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I recently realized that I write relatively little about Pakistan. There is so much out there about the politics, the chaos and conflict that are part of this vast country that I lack the inclination to join a rather unpleasant discourse. Also, in spite of the fact that I live here, the truth is that I remain on the sidelines of daily life. I stay home with my children, and partly by necessity and partly by choice, I am only an observer.

Nevertheless, the Pakistan that I see is different from what is shown on the news, and perhaps the mundane and unremarkable is no less important because it brings everything, the drone attacks, the terrorist ambushes and the political protests back to the human level. That is why I want to send out a postcard every now and then, about what is like to lead a normal life in Pakistan. A life where the most exciting thing to happen in any given day is finding yellow ranunculus at the nursery, or getting an inch of rain in the middle of the night.

It’s not all beards and bullets, and life can be surprisingly pleasant. Cruelty has not yet taken everything away. When I think about the ordinary people of Pakistan, the ladies that go to the market every day, the construction workers who huddle over their tea at midday, or the children playing cricket on the street, I am sad and angry because their suffering means nothing to those who would hijack the country. I grieve for the present marred by hatred, and for a future that may never be.

I am a foreigner in Pakistan, and I admit that most of the time I feel that I don’t belong. Were it not for my husband I would not be here, but as I am I decided long ago that my happiness was to be my own responsibility. 

Very slowly my respect for this country has turned into affection, and the people I see around me who struggle every day to have a decent life in the face of many obstacles have touched my heart and earned my admiration. They are the people I see when I think of Pakistan. The images I will take with me when we leave (as we will, eventually) are not the angry faces distorted by hate, but the soulful stare of a laborer after a hot day in the sun, or the sight of a woman carrying a stack of fodder on her head, her small children walking slowly ahead.

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