Once you start eschewing meat at restaurants, whole new sections of the menu open up to you, displaying charms and attractions that previously you'd scarcely have glanced at, in your hurry to find the steak or the shrimp. So it was for me with kofta, which apparently are traditionally your basic meatball, but in our local Indian restaurants tend to be made of various vegetables or, as in this case, garbanzo beans.
Did we really buy a bag of chickpea flour just for two tablespoons? Yes, yes we did. Getting cake flour to make a cake, on the other hand, is just crazy talk. As you can see, there's a lot going on in these koftas - and with all that spinach, they just might be good for you.
Really just an absurd amount of spinach.
Back to the grindstone! Freshly toasted cumin seeds become freshly ground cumin powder. And freshly ground cumin powder becomes inextricably lost in the nooks and crannies of the molcajete.
What cumin I could rescue from the mortar goes into the blender with all those chickpeas, along with paprika and our old friend turmeric. A quick blitz and voila:
Chickpea paste. Yay?
In with the spinach - wait, where'd all the spinach go? - and the all important chickpea flour - can't get enough of that chickpea flavour! - and we mix to make our... dough? Mixture seems redundant. Let's go with dough.
A quick bit of skilful dough rolling, and soon we've got a whole trayful of koftas. Kofti? Kofte?
They get to sit in the fridge for an hour or so to firm up, so that they'll hold together in the frying pan later. (Remember how I said this was healthy? I may have misled.)
In the meantime, we get to make a dressing to go with them. Simple, refreshing, yoghurt based with a touch of tahini, you can find this on the side of just about every dish you've ever ordered from a Middle-Eastern restaurant.
Back to the main attraction: frying! Batches o' kofte take their turn in a quick bath of hot oil, as we try valiantly and vainly to keep them in one piece.
So there we have it! A hot and crispy appetizer, that on reflection probably wasn't worth the trouble. Gordon says it himself in the intro, that chickpeas can be very bland, and they're also moisture vacuums. Tasteless and dry, and even the dressing couldn't save them. One day I'll get to write about a winner. Just by the law of averages. Right?
Did we really buy a bag of chickpea flour just for two tablespoons? Yes, yes we did. Getting cake flour to make a cake, on the other hand, is just crazy talk. As you can see, there's a lot going on in these koftas - and with all that spinach, they just might be good for you.
Really just an absurd amount of spinach.
Back to the grindstone! Freshly toasted cumin seeds become freshly ground cumin powder. And freshly ground cumin powder becomes inextricably lost in the nooks and crannies of the molcajete.
What cumin I could rescue from the mortar goes into the blender with all those chickpeas, along with paprika and our old friend turmeric. A quick blitz and voila:
Chickpea paste. Yay?
In with the spinach - wait, where'd all the spinach go? - and the all important chickpea flour - can't get enough of that chickpea flavour! - and we mix to make our... dough? Mixture seems redundant. Let's go with dough.
A quick bit of skilful dough rolling, and soon we've got a whole trayful of koftas. Kofti? Kofte?
They get to sit in the fridge for an hour or so to firm up, so that they'll hold together in the frying pan later. (Remember how I said this was healthy? I may have misled.)
In the meantime, we get to make a dressing to go with them. Simple, refreshing, yoghurt based with a touch of tahini, you can find this on the side of just about every dish you've ever ordered from a Middle-Eastern restaurant.
Back to the main attraction: frying! Batches o' kofte take their turn in a quick bath of hot oil, as we try valiantly and vainly to keep them in one piece.
So there we have it! A hot and crispy appetizer, that on reflection probably wasn't worth the trouble. Gordon says it himself in the intro, that chickpeas can be very bland, and they're also moisture vacuums. Tasteless and dry, and even the dressing couldn't save them. One day I'll get to write about a winner. Just by the law of averages. Right?
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