Cabbage Jungka recipe

Bandhakopir (Cabbage) Jungka

My source of information regarding the Goanese origins of this dish is a well known cookbook by Leela Majumdar (the same) and Kamala Chattopadhyay, published by Ananda Publishers Pvt Ltd in Aug 1979 and titled quite simply 'Rannar Boi'. It was priced in those days at Rs 15.

Quantity :

Serves 4-6

Ingredients:

Cabbage, 1 whole
Besan (gram flour), half cup
Lemon Joice/Tamarind
Green Chilli, adjustable
Curry leaves / Coriander Leaves, according to taste
Shredded Coconut, half
Whole mustard (shorshe/sarson) seeds, 1 and a half tsp
Salt
Oil, 2 serving spoons (even better if mustard)


Method:

Shred cabbage very finely.
Keep besan dissolved in half a cup of water.
Heat oil, then add the mustard seeds, let them splutter.
Add cabbage, stir fry for 5 mins.
Add dissolved besan and curry leaves/coriander leaves.
Stir for a while.
Then add 1 cup of water and simmer for 15 mins.
When almost all the water has been absorbed, add salt, lemon juice/tamarind, shredded coconut, green chillis and cover.
Remove from gas after about 5 mins.

Tips :

Add water promptly after adding besan and stir well to prevent the formation of clumps.

Addition of a little thin coconut milk enhances the subtle flavour of the dish.

Voila !

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Awwwww. Now this is really sweet, don't you think ?

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Even if it’s all
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Every day at dawn,
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Some grey,
Some bright,
Meet offerings of critique or spite
With an even gentle sunnier smile
And let it sleep a longer while
Allow it the taste of sweet respite.

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This soul that seeks
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Support its unsteady steps
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Grant it some credit
To reach desire’s door;
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It needs a family
Throw it some anchor
To safely shore.

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We who may torture it to tears
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We, who’d willingly die for our own boys :


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In a being
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Of indifference


Basking in the sunshine
Towering above all
Let it bloom
Beautiful
A credit to us all.

GARGI MANDAL-MUKHERJEE

08-04-2009