Chicken and Cauliflower Sambar


I have 30 minutes to make supper tonight. I’ve had a long day. I don’t want to fuss with anything in the kitchen. After we eat, I will read a couple of chapters in my library book (Lone Wolf by Linwood Barclay), take a bath, then go to bed.

How to make chicken and cauliflower sambar

Jyoti Natural Foods makes a great madras sambar. It’s a spicy tangy soup (and I don’t mean white people spicy, I mean there is actually a flavourful soup in this can).

I cube a boneless skinless chicken breast (both halves), mince some onion, and half a head of cauliflower chopped into bite size chunks. Saute the onion in a bit of vegetable oil until translucent.

Add the chicken and the soup, and start with 1/2 a can of water. Let simmer for 20 minutes. Stir occassionally.

Then add the cauliflower. Add 1/2 a can of water, a bit more if it is too thick – remember the cauliflower will need a bit of water to cook. Let simmer for another 10 minutes.

Meanwhile, cook some basmati rice (for two people, 1 cup raw basmati rice, 2 cups water. Place in pot. Bring to a boil, take temperature down to a simmer. After 14 minutes, turn off the heat and let sit until you are ready to eat).

Make a salad.

Ladle the cooked chicken and cauliflower sambar over the cooked rice. Eat!

Pappadums are a tasty addition. You can easily toast them in the microwave. Yes, microwave. Take a raw pappadum and place it on a paper towel and cook it on high for 30 seconds for a high wattage microwave. My microwave is ancient, so it takes closer to a minute. Experiment with the time.

Yogurt mixed with finely chopped garlic and cucumber sprinkled with ground cardamon is refreshing, if you have the energy.

This is incredibly tasty and satisfying. It’s also another way to avoid yet another take out pizza. I mean, it’s only 30 minutes, and you don’t have to babysit it or coax it. Chop. Stir. Eat.


Hello, today I googled myself

So geeky, so true!

Before signing up this blog, anytime I googled “vingada” I’d get some listings for a soccer coach named Nelo Vingada. We Vingadas are a quiet dull lot. Except for the soccer guy.

But I just entered my name in Google to see if my site would come up, it did! Yippee!

Now, I won’t make a practice of googling name. Not regularily anyhow.

I hate jello

It’s disgusting. It wiggles, jiggles, bounces light, tastes like plastic, typically topped with that fake whipped cream. It’s wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.

When I was six I had food poisoning and spent 6 days in hospital. After two days without food, I was allowed to eat jello. For breakast. For lunch. For supper. A different coloured pile of jello cubes three times a day for four awful days. It took me an hour to chew/swallow a handfull of measly cubes of jello. The nurses thought I was nuts. “What kid doesn’t like jello?” they’d ask me when I would whine and beg for cereal, oatmeal, a cheese sandwich, good grief, anything but jello.

Who invented jello? What sick twisted mind figured blending the collagen from cows tendons with bright bright dye would make a tasty dessert treat?

Or, have you ever had a plate of salad, really it’s fruit stuck in some kind of homeostatis within the gelatin. Hideous!

Green jello? Check out this recipe – it looks like molded vomit:

My Facebook page is resembling a hen party

I only have 7 friends on Facebook. Other people have hundreds. Why?

1) I only know 7 people. And they are all women!?

Okay, I know more than 7 people. But my social attention span has always been very poor. This is probably why the majority of my Facebook friends start their messages with “Oh my gosh, it’s been so long! Where have you been!” I’m also bad at sending postcards, my birthday cards and gifts are always days, weeks, months late (sorry, Jane!), and I forget to return phone calls (sorry, Mom!).  So, if I have only 7 people on Facebook, it’s all my fault.

2) They are all women. 

Hmmm. I have an insensitive streak that strikes terror into the hearts of men?  I am so sickeningly monogamous I am incapable of speaking to men? How about: I work with lots of women, so I  hang out with the girls and tend to forget there is another gender available for conversation? Yeah, lame.

Who knows. The girls are all right!

3)  Oh, let’s be generous…

I’m new on Facebook, I haven’t spent a lot of time gathering new friends because I am busy re-uniting with the lost ones, and quality does trump quantity in my humble opinion.

Whatever gets me through the night, right?

Today’s Commute

My commute to work today was refreshing. It was warm this morning with a light breeze (for once at my back), and I had an easy ride downtown. On the way home, John Street was blocked off from Richmond to Queen for the MuchMusic Video Awards, so I had to walk up John Street. Lots of looky-loos to dodge. I had to walk up (as always) Poplar Plains Road from Cottingham to before Edmund, but at least it only took 10 minutes instead of the usual 20.

New asphalt on two streets! Oriole Gardens from Lawton Blvd to Bryce. Along Beverly Street from College to Dundas. Very sweet! You glide, it’s so happy and effortless.

Today’s commute was 18.57km. Not bad. Not bad. My rear light fell off when I road out of Oriole Park heading north this evening, but it didn’t break. Planet Bike makes sturdy bike lights. I recommend them.

Tomorrow I have to buy a new bike lock. I have a Stocks lock but I worry about damaging the spokes when I pry the lock open to attach it. So, it’s a Kryptonite for me. I’ll sell the Stocks lock at MEC’s Gear Auction in the fall (along with all of my backpacks).

I get off work early tomorrow so I’ll stop and take pictures of my commute home.

Might as well face it, I’m addicted to Facebook

I’ve lost track of the amount of time I’ve spent flipping through Facebook. It’s part hanging out with friends, part old high school yearbook browsing, and part peeking at other peoples pictures. Oh, how I love looking at pictures. Honestly, if there is a bunch of photos of pets, parties, weddings, kids, old class portraits I’ll look. It’s getting a bit much.

But then how would I use my constructive time? Instead of poking, food fighting, petting (fluff)friends, tagging school photos, commenting on my groups, uploading pictures, sharing Youtube silliness, I’d have to work.