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There was a time when bataer was considered the food of royalty. Only the very rich enjoyed it or served it to their guests. Nowadays, farmed birds are much more affordable and can be bought dressed, writes Pushpesh Pant
Quails
are quintessential stuff memories are made of. This bird, one was told
in childhood, is to chicken what Darjeeling is to ordinary teas and
basmati to rice. The birds, brought to the table with proper ceremony,
were treated with extraordinary respect as they were believed to be
closely related (not really, as we found later) to the rarest of rare
species, the Himalayan Quail. Bataer was prepared with great
fanfare whenever (very, very rarely) about a dozen birds were gifted to
the writer’s physician father by a grateful shikari patient.
Salim Miyan, who worked in the hospital as chowkidar but claimed
lineage from a shahi bawarchi family in Rampur, was called to
help out. The recipes were not shared and the whole operation was
conducted secretively. One must confess that the results were never
disappointing. No water was supposed to be added as the birds are
believed to release an unpleasant ‘aroma’ if such sacrilege is
committed. They have a distinctive flavour and care must be taken not to
let spices overpower it. A musallam bataer is barely a large
morsel—great to pick up and polish off as a starter. Draped with thick
sauce like gravy, it makes a happy marriage with either roti or
rice. There was a time this delicacy was considered fit enough for a
king—only the very rich enjoyed it or served it to their guests. A
rare piece of good fortune was described as andhe ke haath bataer
lagna—a blind man bagging by chance a tasty quail. There were
expert baheliyas, bird catchers, who made their living by
providing the dainty little birds in large numbers to their patrons. So
tiny is the chidiya that to keep it in tact for the flesh to be
savoured, it is best to ‘capture’ it in snares; then came a time—thanks
to the gluttonous appetite of the gourmet—when the poor feathered
creature was brought to the verge of extinction. A ban was imposed on
killing and consuming bataer. The memories, however, were too
sharp to fade. We were quite surprised a couple of years back to see bataers
listed in the menu and were reassured when told that these were
imported Japanese quails—farmed in the vicinity of the Capital with
utmost regard to the sentiment of the Greens by law-abiding citizens.
Needless to add, we splurged shamelessly. Thankfully the farmed birds
are much more affordable and can be bought dressed. The purists may keep
complaining that the taste is not the same but we on our part are happy
with the birds in hand! We are very happy to share a recipe we managed
to purloin during a visit to Lucknow. |