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An Experiment with watermelon

Watermelon Curry

Rekha and Nani had come home and we were having our coffee together, that is the time Reshma looked at me and said "The watermelon you got is not sweet at all".

Oh! Store guys said it will be sweet...that’s okay, lets make a curry out of that.

Rekha was surprised and said," What?" How can you make a curry out of Watermelon? Nani echoed the same thought and also went ahead and said "we all know you cook pretty decent   but Watermelon curry????!!!!", "Puchakaya curry! No Chance" (Telugu name for Watermelon).

Reshma with all the support from her friends said "Don't even try an experiment on us; we are not even eating that".

That sounded more like a challenge to be accepted....

I knew when kids and Reshma are around, I can't try the curry.They won't  allow it., I had read about this curry long time ago in one of the Magazines (Don't Remember the name of the Magazine) while travelling.

Next day morning, at our colony park, I saw many kids playing Holi. Considering this as the best opportunity, I asked Reshma to take our kids also to the park. So that I would get some time to experiment.... (If curry comes out good...keep or you know what...Ha ha ha). 
   
Once they had left, putting all confidence together...I started

I cut the Watermelon into 1" pieces along with a little white portion (around 4 Cups) of it.
4-5 flakes of garlic - Crushed
Lemon Juice - (around 2 tsp)
Cumin Seeds - 1/2 a tsp
Pinch of Hing (Asafoedita)
Ginger cut into thin long strips
Dhania Powder 1/2 tsp (Coriander)
Red chilly Powder 1 tsp
A pinch of Haldi... (Turmeric powder)

Took around 1.5 cups to 2 cups of watermelon (Please remove the white portion, use only the upper soft pieces) with garlic, salt and lemon juice and grind, to make puree... 

In a deep bowl pour a little oil, when hot, add cumin seeds, pinch of hing, ginger, coriander powder, red chilly powder and haldi, mix well for about 2 minutes.

Add the Watermelon pieces with white portions and stir well. Add the prepared puree and bring it to boil and cook for around five minutes....   

Garnish it with green chillies and coriander leaves.


I was waiting eagerly for the kids to come, the curry was looking good......pretty excited...huh!!! 


Without revealing the secret to Reshma and Kids, I served it to them. Tamanna was very happy. She said she would like to have early lunch to eat the curry, Reshma was surprised, she said it actually tastes good and very different. Curiously she asked what it was. I made her eat a watermelon from the curry. She was shocked and said, "We should not have mindset on food, this may not be my favorite but surely a very good curry (She likes spicy food)".

Curry got over, it was a hit!!!

I have to keep up the promise to make once more for Rekha nad Nani.

Comments

  1. lakshmi manasa15 March 2017 at 10:13:00 GMT+5:30

    Wow, going to try this sir..

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  2. Unknown15 March 2017 at 10:26:00 GMT+5:30

    Wow buddy good one

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  3. Unknown15 March 2017 at 10:27:00 GMT+5:30

    Wow buddy good one

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  4. Unknown15 March 2017 at 10:38:00 GMT+5:30

    That was a bold experiment. .but a good one...no wonder we have mindsets about fruits that they cannot be relished as curries.loved it raj...

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  5. Jyoti Dhir23 March 2017 at 15:53:00 GMT+5:30

    Your experiments are mind blowing bhaia.... Need learn a lot...!!!

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