Рецепт Quest for Karma
The quest for karma continues, with yet another set of yoga classes. I snuck into the back of a heaving local class popular for using scented oils. All great, until someone fired up a sausage BBQ behind us.
Yoga is always at the top of my list of after work exercise classes. After all, I did have about 12 years of relentless sun salutations under my belt.
Back in Calcutta, my mother signed us up to the local yoga centre. A stern lady resembling the love child of Indira Gandhi and Maggie Thatcher (God rest their souls) would give us home lessons. All I remember are the gruelling stretches and her rising blood pressure as we pleaded through every extra count for mercy.
On arriving in London, I discovered I was very much on trend. Years of yoga had already set me on the path to spiritual enlightenment. If I could do ujjayi breathing, I could pretty much do anything. Technically.
So through life’s ups and downs, my various half-hearted attempts to regain yoga supremacy this is what I have discovered about the different types of yoga in the West. From an Indian’s perspective:
Hatha yoga: Proper yogi stuff. Wear white and be prepared to chant, stand still on one leg and sing in a strange language. Sanskrit, I think. More here
Ashtanga yoga: If the poses don’t stretch your limits, the breathing techniques will. Wear spandex and cancel your gym membership
Prana yoga: Not entirely sure, but I think its about meditation and controlled breathing. I did neither when I went thanks to the pounding house music straining through the exercise room’s double doors.
Bikram yoga: This is what happens when you do yoga in the heat of summer, during a Calcutta power cut. The brainchild of a Bengali. No surprise there.
Pregnancy yoga: Yoga to lull you into a false sense of security. It will hurt. Sorry.
Of course, I am no stranger to taking something old and giving it a new spin.
Inner peace next. Om.
Feeds 4:
360gm meatballs (pack of 12)
- 2 garlic cloves
- 2″ ginger
- 1 medium onion
- 2 tomatoes (I fished them out of a tin)
- 4 heaped tbsp natural yoghurt
- 1 tsp coriander powder
- 1 tsp garam masala
- Pinch Kasoori methi
- Whole spices: 1 Bay leaf, 1″ cinnamon, 4 cloves, 1 dry red chilli
- 1 tbsp oil
- Salt to taste
Soak the Kasoori methi in warm water, take the yoghurt out of the fridge and chop the onion roughly. Bring the oil to heat on high in a wide and deep pan. When it sizzle around a wooden spoon, toss in the whole spices and the onions. Saute for five minutes until the onions are translucent, then peel and grate the garlic and ginger directly into the pan.
Saute this for another five minutes. Next, mix in the coriander powder and chop the tomato and mix it in. If using tinned tomatoes, just drop two tomatoes into the pan and stab with the wooden spoon until disintegrated. Cook this masala well for 5 minutes stirring regularly to prevent the mixture from sticking to the bottom of the pan. If it does, mix in a little warm water and scrape off the bottom.
Then, lower the heat to a simmer and stir in the yoghurt. Don’t worry too much if it splits. Let the masala simmer for five minutes until oil starts oozing out of the pores. When this happens, fish out the whole spices and whizz some of the masala with a hand blender to get a smoother, curry house style finish.
Now drop in the meatballs and cook for five minutes on either side with the lid on until cooked through. Stir through with the garam masala, sprinkle the kasoori methi and its water, and add salt to taste.
Serve this quick kofta curry with warm ready bought rotis and sliced cucumbers drenched in lemon juice and salt.
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