THE PERFECT PULAO RICE BLEND.
It sums itself up on it’s own label -
THE PERFECT PULAO RICE BLEND!
Monalisa’s kitchen has saved my reputation for the second time!
Almost a couple of decades ago, I was beyond hitty-missy, when it came to cooking even boiled rice. This was especially true when I made it for my three children, aged 2, 4 and 7 years old.
Kids can be the cruelest of judges!
With slightly different variations of instructions, on different rice packets, I was achieving different variations of glutenous, stodginess. As a parent, with shared care, my kids weren’t particularly impressed! “Mam’s is better!” They’d always say, and, inwardly, I cringed!
Their judgmentalism stung, and it was becoming quite personal!
I could knock out a pretty decent spaghetti bolognaise and, by cooking far more than we could possibly eat, with the addition of cumin, kidney beans, a touch of chilli, and a chunk of quality dark chocolate, I could re-evolve my sauce into a passable chilli, that my youngest child also enjoyed.
Rice, however, remained my culinary nemesis!
Passing a couple of kettle-fulls of boiling water though my gelatinous lump improved it slightly, but I wasn’t winning any awards. This recovery technique did work for my sticky spaghetti, but claiming this was sticky rice, couldn’t fool a two year old. Soaking and stirring the rice until the water stopped turning grey, in a huge pan, did help a bit, but it was time consuming, and the results didn’t match the effort.
By lockdown, I had discovered Monalisa’s Saffron Tree, and suddenly my children were delighted. Older now, and with developing tastes, suddenly dad made a pakora starter, a sublime and stunningly authentic curry, with an amazingly aromatic rice that they couldn’t believe. I even had gorgeous nan breads, on the side, to soak up any remnants of sauce!
Ner, ner, nuh, ner, ner!
Suddenly dad, not only made the best rice, he could also turn out a restaurant-quality meal. I knew their mam was quietly incensed, because she actually commented, magnanimously when we weren’t really speaking much. Result!!!
I used instagram for our band. Si King was our drummer, and Dave Myers, a dear friend, was a loyal fan. When lockdown destroyed the band, I had no need for instagram anymore, but I stayed on it, exclusively for Saffron Tree.
I was devastated, when I tried to put in my Christmas order and realised that I couldn’t. Saffron Tree, my saviour had disappeared, so something terrible must have happened.
I was no longer capable of presenting authentic Indian meals worthy of Kingy, who’d cooked me some corkers.
Gutted, I binned Instagram, and stayed off for years!
Only a few months ago, I rejoined Instagram, after getting hacked on Facebook and deleting my account. I was both surprised and delighted to discover Monalisa’s Kitchen, and Once Upon My Pan, with proper products and glorious recipe suggestions, for the food enthusiast, I’d always been.
Now my pulao rice is perfect again and the quality of my cuisine is exactly as I had remembered it. Unlike during lockdown, I can now share my amazing results with my family and friends.
Thank you so much Monalisa. You’re a star and, once again, so am I! 😁🙏😍
My stardom, however, is vicarious, and on the back of your culinary genius but, right now, I’ll take what I can get.
You’re inspiring me to get more experimental, and creative!
Once upon a time, Monalisa, in my kitchen, far, far, away, I was reborn again, thanks to you! 🙏x