My comfort foods are almost all Indian food.
Author: Puja Patel
From: Mission Valley
Blogging since: June 2012
ABOUT: I grew up living back and forth between India and California. I was born in the U.S., but India holds a special place in my heart because of the many childhood years I spent there. My husband, Steve, and I started Indiaphile after years of endlessly talking about Indian food and culture with each other, friends, and family.
I am a major foodie. I cook foods from all around the world. But my comfort foods are almost all Indian. I especially love to take traditional Indian dishes and fuse them with Western dishes, techniques, and ingredients.
Post Date: January 14, 2013
January 14th is one of the most exciting days of the year in Gujarat. Growing up, my brother and I looked forward to it every year. It’s the day of the Kite Festival.
The Kite Festival in India is not the peaceful event you may be picturing. In India, flying kites is a war game! The object is to cut the opponent’s string and steal their kite. First step is to find a target kite. Next, approach the target as stealthily as possible, get your string around theirs, and pull! We would spend all day out flying our kites, attacking unsuspecting neighbors and trying desperately to save our kites from being cut.
If you’ve never been a part of a kite fight, you’re missing out. It is a battle of speed, stealth, agility, and sharpness of string. Sharp string might sound a little strange, but that is literally what it is. The kite string is infused with either powdered glass or some other abrasive. When my dad was a kid, he used to make his own kite string by running regular string through a mixture of powdered glass and rice glue.
Often, when my kite was being attacked, I had to call in Dad for backup. He’d take over my string and somehow eke out a victory. I’d run off to claim my prize. I loved coming home with a stack of hard-won kites.
Brutal melée aside, the festival is truly a beautiful site, as the sky is filled with hundreds, if not thousands of kites. The festival, known as Makar Sankranti or Uttrayan, celebrates the harvest and the end of winter. In addition to the kite flying, we celebrate by eating chikki (brittle), made with sesame seeds, peanuts, or puffed rice, and by flying kites. The puffed-rice brittle was always my favorite.
I made some puffed-rice brittle today in honor of this special celebration. I often think about heading out to the beach here in San Diego with a kite but never do. I haven’t flown a kite in more than a decade. I don’t imagine it’d be much fun without the adrenaline-filled battles and the promise of victory.
- Puffed Rice Brittle (Mamra Chikki)
- 3 cups puffed rice
- 1 cup brown sugar or jaggery
- 2 tbsp butter (or Earth Balance to keep it vegan)
- Toast the puffed rice in a 300-degree oven for 10 minutes.
- Grease a 9˝ x 12˝ baking dish and set aside.
- Melt the butter in a saucepan on medium heat.
- Add the brown sugar or jaggery. Stir and let the sugar come to a hard boil. (You can test to make sure it’s at the firm-ball stage, if you want.)
- Add the puffed rice and stir until the sugar evenly coats the puffed rice.
- Pour the mixture into the greased baking dish and spread out evenly using a spatula. Careful — it’s hot!
- Cut into squares while it’s still warm and let cool.
- I like to sprinkle some sea salt over my puffed-rice brittle. I love the contrast of sweet and salty.
Note: Traditionally, chikki is made with jaggery, but I made mine with brown sugar and it tastes very similar to the jaggery version I grew up with.
When I tried to double the recipe and make a second batch, I had some trouble when I added in the puffed rice to the boiling brown sugar. The sugar turned granular instantly. If this happens, it’s no big deal. Just keep stirring the sugar and puffed-rice mixture in the pot with the flame on medium-low. The sugar will melt. Just be careful to stir often so that the sugar does not burn.