Sunday, June 13, 2004 |
BREATHES there a man with a palate so dead who doesn't prefer the pulao over the daintiest bread? Can there be a memorable meal without a pulao? No marriage banquet or festive spread is complete without at least a vegetarian version--zeera or peas pulao. The real McCoy is, of course, prepared with succulent cuts of meat providing the seductive aromatic yakhani (stock) that flavours the fine-grained rice. So strong is the hold of pulao on popular imagination that dreaming of a pulao has become synonymous with daydreaming. Kya khayali pulao pakaye ja rahe hain? Pulao is perhaps the most sublime avatar of rice. There are many other 'one dish rice meal delicacies' that have attained the status of signature dishes--paella in Spain, risotto in Italy, nasi goring in Indonesia and the myriad kinds of Chinese fried rice. Nothing comes close to our pulao in simplicity, variety and subtlety. Some historians maintained that the aromatic Indian pulao has evolved from the Central Asian pilaf--a dish that continues to be cooked and relished in Uzbekistan, Kazakhstan, Turkmenistan and Russia--brought to the subcontinent by the descendents of Timur Lane and Chengiz Khan. Others dispute this and cite ancient Ayurvedic texts like the Bhavaprakash Nighantu to prove that a delicacy called palavwas well-known to Indians in the 5th century AD. Contrary to popular belief, the pulao does not have to be oily
or spicy. Resist the temptation of making the pulao colourful--even a
pinch of turmeric can be an overdose and ruin its delicate natural hue.
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