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From boring lunch to Gourmet feast

Scene I. Sunday 9 am
Cook: What do I make for lunch?
Me (sleepy and bleary eyed): Anything. Isn't there spinach in the fridge? Make aloo palak. And leave some dough for me. I'd make rotis.
Cook: Okay. I also cut some cucumber for salad.
Me (just wanting to go back to sleep): Yeah, whatever!

Scene II. Sunday 12.30 pm
Friend: I'm shopping in the neighborhood. Will pop by in half an hour.
Me: Great! Stay for lunch
Friend: Wow! I'm sure you made something interesting. Bye
Me (To Myself): Is Aloo Palak interesting. NO WAY!!!!!!

Which is why I converted aloo palak and cucumber salad to an interesting gourmet lunch. We had my signature mocktail and green salad for starters. Burritos (or something similar) for mains. And while my main course was in the oven, I quickly mixed up the batter for muffins. Ready by the time we finished eating our main course.



When I say green salad, I mean really green. Cucumber, green olives, capers and mint leaves with salt, pepper and a dash of lemon juice.

For the main course, I simply reinvented my vegetable and roti in a new avatar. Rolled out the dough really thin, and cooked it on the griddle to make 3 rotis. On each roti, I spread a layer of pizza sauce. Added some chopped tomatoes and finely chopped jalepeno slices. Next added 2 tbsp of the cooked vegetable and rolled everything to form a burrito. Placed all three burritos seam side down on a nonstick baking sheet; drizzled some more pizza sauce then roughly tore a couple of low fat chesse slices and put them on top of the rolls. Baked everything in the oven preheated to 220C until the cheese melted, about 10 minutes.

My friend loved it. And she loved the muffins, recipe for which is coming up in the next post.

Before I sign off, I need to say a big Thank You to Dibs for passing on a zillion awards to me. So much so that I have created a display window at the bottom of this page to showoff all the awards I have received since I started this blog. Thanks a ton, Dibs!
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Sunshinemom said…
I would not call aloo palak boring any day but you do need to spice up the table when you are having someone over! I appreciate that you ended up making so much - I would have probably served from a nearby hotel - I sleep like a log!!!
November 24, 2008 at 3:12 PM
Anonymous said…
Oh! I would usually order a pizza as well. But I am trying to be good this week :)
November 24, 2008 at 3:21 PM
Bharti said…
Boring sabzis getting transformed in to exciting burritos and lasagnas is what my mom is superb at. I love what you made!
November 24, 2008 at 9:22 PM
Sagari said…
nice transformation simran
November 25, 2008 at 2:05 AM
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