Nov 5, 2007

Fried Rice

At school I would peek at my friend Arya’s lunch box and would wish we could switch mommies. Arya’s lunchbox always had food packed in aluminum foil in a plastic box that had cute stickers on it and her food looked as if she got a share of what the real fairy pretty people would eat. Her lunchbox was not runny or messy and would look like her, short haired and trim, very proper and polite, saying the right words with a soft node. She would always have some fried rice and a fruit with the right amount of flavors and color, everything subtle like pretty pink lace on her handkerchief that was pinned on to her shirt. Oh! How I wish my mom would be that sophisticated to prepare my lunch boxes like those that looked straight from a story book.

Mine was packed in a steel lunchbox up to the brim with rice and fish curry that would run a little outside which was wrapped in a check kitchen towel and it always contained a shocking colored vegetable thoran instead of an expensive fruit. At our house, food was always prepared during the early wee hours of the morning. Momma would fill the lunchbox with steaming hot food and I have seen her blowing away the steam in a hurry so that it doesn’t condense when she closes the lid. There was no need of reheating the food since it would still be piping hot during our lunch time.

We would get ready in frenzy for school and she would run behind us to give us the lunchbox that always looked like a baton exchange in a 400m relay. She would have her saree in a mess, her hair frizzed up and a dirty kitchen towel on her shoulder and would hold the hot lunch box with her saree pallu and would stuff it into our school bags while we were running and then would hold me tight and kiss me when the whole school bus was watching and would say, you should eat the rice completely without brining a morsel back, and I would be so embarrassed and would instantly wipe away the kiss and wished badly I had Arya’s mommie. I always saw Arya’s mommie in a starched crisp house-coat just waving at her, pretty and calm, no frenzy there, and Arya was always ready when our school bus stopped in front of her house.

Arya’s mom would prepare the lunch the previous day and would re-heat it and give it the next morning. It was always fried rice since it was so easy to make and it won’t run and it looks good in a lunchbox.

My mom never cared about those pretty and polite things in life. She wanted her child to have the freshest food and no fried rice but her signature fish curry and vegetables. Now years later, I will die for my mother to kiss me everyday, leaving the wetness on my cheeks before rushing off to office and get that steel lunch box and to do that baton exchange. If wishes were horses…

This is Arya’s fried rice recipe. This is very simple to make. Fried rice is Chinese, but somehow it ends up looking like a little Indian whenever I make it.

White rice. In fact it is better to use previous day's cooked rice. Fried rice was invented so you could dress up the old rice and make it look good. – 2 cups cooked and refrigerated.

Green Onion stalks chopped – ½ cup
Cucumber with skin chopped into thin strips. Steamed – 1/4 cup
Beans cooked – ¼ cup
Green Peas cooked - ¼ cup

You can use a mix of any kind of vegetables that you have. Don’t use vegetables that would seep out color into the rice. I normally use watery kind of fast cooking vegetables.

Mix ¼ cup soy sauce and ¼ cup chili sauce and keep aside. If you want it hotter, I add crushed red chili flakes to this.

Heat a wok or a frying pan, add 1 tsp of vegetable oil and fry the cooked rice for two minutes, then add the vegetables and the sauce mix and sauté everything quickly and coat the rice in this.

Now lower the heat and move rice to the sides of the wok away from the center and to the center of the wok or the pan, break an egg and scramble it quickly and incorporate into the rice. Sprinkle salt. Soy sauce is salty so make sure you adjust salt accordingly.

Serve with soy sauce or some fried meat or fish.

14 comments:

archana said...

Mhhhh Ingi, i would happily put away my plate of fried rice for a meal of fish curry and rice. But that was not the case when i was growing up too. Your posts always touches a chord.

Kribha said...

My lunch boxes used to be like your friend Arya only. Most of my friends would take my lunch and get me some chips packet from canteen. But those were when I was young. Now I prefer a plate of rice and fish curry better. Love reading the write-up. Beautiful as usual.

J said...

A sweet story, surely most of us disliked taking messy stuff to school!

Anonymous said...

Touched my heart.

Could you please blog about some juicy rice recipes like tomato rice or curd rice?

amna said...

hmm now you know one's own mom is best. eh? :)

Rajitha said...

loved the write-up..it is true..we never appreciate our parents when we were kids or teens...when we gro up and see the true world..it is then it hits us how much they have done and still do for us....

FH said...

Yummy! Good memories of childhood! We all miss those days!
Happy Diwali.:)

Jecilly said...

i mean i really dont want it to be posted...thanx!

Srivalli said...

Ingi..very touchy post..you have made me tear strained..rice looks good..

renuramanath said...

dear inji,
what a beautiful story ! i love hearing those growing up stories. may be, i will write a post on my school lunches. as far as i could remember, i always packed by lunch box, ever since i could reach upto the stove top ! not only mine, but my mom's and my sister's too. everything had to be packed in different, different ways. i found it a very serious responsibility ! it was great fun !!!

Rachel said...

wow I like the way you narrate...it takes me back to my yonder days...even i never appreciated what my folks have done to me..when I was younger..and now...I would never exchange them for anything!!!

BrightStar said...

Very touching post...

Mansi said...

we love indian chinese! and fried rice and manchurain are my favourites!

yours look equally yummy:)

Anonymous said...

while reading ur childhood story..i was struggling hard so that the tears wont overflow my eyes..God how i miss my mom..want to see her now...