After work, as a family we went to an Indian restaurant: Bukhara Grill located in Yonkers. My brother and dad got the buffet special and practically ate everything on the menu. While my mom and I split matar paneer (semi soft Indian cheese with peas in a creamy curry sauce) served with basmati rice.
Of course I cannot have my dinner without Tandoori Naan (cooked in the Tandoor Oven– made out of clay) and a Mango Lassi. The combination of flavors was perfect. I think the creaminess of the matar paneer was something I was not used to. Usually I have the type that does not come floating in a sauce, it is usually rather dry but does not lack in the delicious spicey component.
To top off this wonderful meal we had keer, a rice pudding seasoned with cardamom, cinnamon and nutmeg. Sometimes it has slivered almonds or cashews or raisins but I prefer it plain with out all the extra froofroo.
It was nostalgic, almost euphoric. It reminded me of my grandmother.
Rest in Peace Dadi Ma. Love you.
Peace, love & no beef.