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A must for both vegetarian and non-vegetarian fare, onions seldom occupy the centrestage, observes Pushpesh Pant Good old onions do their best to serve us. They are the base of most of the gravies, providing body, if not the soul, to countless dishes both vegetarian and non-vegetarian. Historians tell us that onions originated in North Asia and have been grown for more than 5000 years. Scientists have discovered that they have a very few calories and are a rich source of sulphur. The French swoon over their French onion soup and cordon bleu chefs wax eloquent about it. Only the strictest of the shaakahari eschew the beautifully pungent bulbs and perhaps with the exception of the potato, no other vegetable can claim to be the darling of the not-so affluent. Pyaaz ke saath roti khana is just a little bit better than making do with salt. The best is that you don’t even have to cook the onions. Muthmaar pyaaz transports even the mundane rustic fare to sublime. The wonderful crunch of raw onions is greatly valued even by the gourmet. No self-respecting dhaaba can ever skip the sirkewale pyaaz. And, can you imagine saambar without the pearl like Madras onions? The price of onions has long been considered — at least in India — the best index of inflation and a spiraling increase has brought down a government in the nation’s Capital in the recent memory. Not knowing your onions is synonymous with unpardonable ignorance. What is intriguing is that seldom are the onions given their due. There are the pakoda and bhajiya and the pyaaz ki kachori but that does not seem to do justice. They are visible in salads, garnishes or tempering, even as sidekicks in fillings humbly stretching a more aromatic and expensive masala but never allotted to occupy centrestage. Well, almost never. In Rajasthan, where greens
are scarce, and fresh veggies till recently were expensive, the denizens
of the desert gratefully acknowledge their debt to this "available
year round" friend and treat themselves, and guests, to kandhe
ki subzi where pyaaz is the star and not a mere accompanist.
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