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It's raining, again

This has been a strange year for rains. The monsoons arrived late, threw a few tantrums and then dried up. Now, after a few dry weeks, we are most likely getting the last rains of the year.

The only thing I ever feel like eating when it rains are pakoras and chai. Vegetables, most likely onions and potatoes but sometimes paneer, dipped in a gramflour batter and deep fried. Warm and crisp - the most perfect antidote to grey skies there is.



There's another reason I'm making paneer pakoras today. We have a family tradition - it's always cakes and paneer pakoras for birthdays. Always, ever since I was a really small kid. You can add to this menu if it's a bigger party, but these two are must have for a very special birthday today.

Happy Birthday, Papa! You are the best father in the world.
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Vaishali said…
Simran, indeed what can be better on a rainy day than a plate of crispy pakoras and a hot cup of chai? Absolute bliss.
September 9, 2008 at 7:36 PM
Usha said…
I love the combination of hot pakoras and tea almost anytime,but especially when it rains...
September 9, 2008 at 7:43 PM
Rachel said…
I'd love that ona rainy day as well...pakoras and cake for a birthday :D
September 9, 2008 at 7:50 PM
anudivya said…
Paneer pakoras... surprisingly I have not tasted it... Will try it out, on a rainy day ;)
September 9, 2008 at 10:30 PM
notyet100 said…
pakoras,..look yum,..enjoy rain,..;-),.paneer pakodas remind meof lajpatnagar in delhi,..thers one shop famous for paneer pakodas and lassi..hppy bloggin ..
September 9, 2008 at 11:23 PM
Swati Raman Garg said…
bombay ki barish... garma garam pakode.... and woh bhi paneer wale... waah ... happpy budday uncle... :)
September 10, 2008 at 7:08 PM
Shri said…
never tried pakoras with paneer,good try.will try it soon.
September 10, 2008 at 7:36 PM
Bharti said…
It's raining here in Chicago too, and I was thinking exactly the same thing- pakoras and chai. Only I'm too lazy to make it. Paneer pakodas sound like a fun tradition. Happy birthday to ur dad!
September 12, 2008 at 6:27 PM
Anonymous said…
Thanks everyone for your wishes. Passed them on to papa, and he says thanks too!
September 13, 2008 at 5:44 PM
Sunshinemom said…
Unexpected rains - I got drenched thoroughly again!! Mazaa aaya:) Pakode dekhkar aur bhi mazaa aa gayaa!
September 18, 2008 at 4:31 PM
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