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Cooking With Kids

Long weekend, Tamanna and Aryan got together and wanted to experiment with cooking. As usual they caught hold of me and wanted me to help them or be around, so that their mom doesn't say anything.

After a lot of discussion between them they decided on making some curry with egg, it has been long that we have prepared an egg curry; egg is taken in all other forms…

When I asked them in what way do you want the curry to look like, would you like to use Spanish or you want in a spicy malsala, Aryan jumped in to say Masala.  How you would want to go about.

Tamanna said lets go with the egg boiled in full and curry…

I asked let us take the ingredients for the same and Tamanna to boil 4 eggs.

Aryan took out two onions and chopped it fine (He really chopped it well) and kept the below ingredient ready, 

  • Oil 
  • Turmeric powder
  • Kashmiri red chilli powder 
  • Coriander powder 
  • Ginger-garlic paste 1 tablespoon
  • Fresh coriander leaves 

I asked him how you will get gravy from them, what is the base, he remembered that he had forgotten to make Tomatoes puree; He picked some fresh tomatoes and made a puree ready.

Tamanna was quietly sanding in front of the stove, I was bit surprised, she is the one who make all the noise while cooking… When Aryan picked up the non stick pan, she said last time you cooked and I helped and it is my turn, you just help…I knew she is going to come up with something…

Aryan not happy but had to deal with the promise he had made last time, said…TAMMMANNNA…. OKAY COOK.

She asked how I should do… I should have taken a snap of brother and sister; they were so cute helping each other. Missed!!

He instructed her to add some oil in a non-stick pan, not so much TAMMMANNNA…. (That’s how he calls her when he is not happy), you move I will do, but she was not going to give up, she called me… I had to intervene and help her remove some oil and asked him to just tell recipe. 

Aryan angry said OK…now add onions and saute till brown,asked her to reduce the flame, you can now add turmeric powder, red chilli powder, coriander powder and ginger-garlic paste and sauté for some time.

Tamanna was waiting for the next instruction, Aryan had got a call from karthik, and while talking he was showing some action which Tamanna was not understanding, I had a nice laugh and poured tomato puree to the pan (Aryan had mixed a little tomato sauce)  and asked her add some salt to it.

He asked her stir well till oil separates. Then he took jar of water and poured sufficient water, He made her make cuts on the eggs with a knife and asked his sister to place it slowly in the Pan, closed the lid for about 10 minutes.

As it was hot I volunteered to pour it into serving dish, Tamanna immediately garnished with coriander leaves.

She hugged Aryan and said Thank you bro; you help me make the dish. 

That moment was a memory to cherish for a long time.

Rice with Egg Masala curry was tasty…

Comments

  1. I definitely enjoyed....my meal what else can i expect more with my husband and all the children cooking....i was on 7th heaven ....keep experementing boys....love..mum

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  2. Off course my pretty daughter..tammi ..cannot be left behind. ...

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