During our trip to India, we fell in love with all of the exotic flavors of the food. We were determined to try and cook more Indian cuisine after we returned, so we picked up a cookbook from the local bookstore called India with Passion by Manju Malhi. We decided to give Murgh Tandoori (Tandoori Chicken) and Begun Bahja (Fried Eggplant) our best effort. As always, we take our own little twist on recipes based upon available ingredients or personal preferences. We were completely pleased with the result.
Tandoori Chicken
Ingredients
1 6 to 8 lb Whole Chicken
8 tbsp. Plain Yogurt
2 tsp Garam Marsala
8 tbsp Light Cream
4 tbsp Medium-Hot Paprika
1 tsp Hot Chili Powder
1 tsp Medium Chili Powder
2 tsp Ground Cumin
4 tbsp Fresh Lemon Juice
4 tbsp Vegetable Oil
2 tsp Salt
1 tsp Turmeric
2 tbsp Tomato Sauce
8 Garlic Cloves – minced
4 tsp Peeled and Finely Grated Ginger
Instructions
Prick the chicken all over using a fork and cut a few 1-inch long slits into the skin. Mix the remaining ingredients in a bowl and whisk to a smooth paste to create the marinade. Generously cover the skin of the chicken with the marinade, cover, and refrigerate for 8 hours or overnight. Reserve some of the marinade for basting.
Preheat the oven to 350 degrees Fahrenheit. Place the chicken in a roasting pan, cover with foil, and roast in the center of the oven for about 20 minutes per pound. Halfway through cooking, uncover and baste with a little of the reserved marinade. Remove from the oven and let stand for at least 15 to 20 minutes before carving.
Fried Eggplant
Ingredients
1 Medium Eggplant
1 tsp Salt
1/2 tsp Turmeric
3 tbsp Vegetable Oil
Instructions
Remove the stems form he eggplant and cut lengthwise into four strips and then cut the strips in half for a total of eight pieces. Rub the cut surfaces of the each piece with salt and turmeric and set aside for 30 minutes. Heat the oil in a frying pan on low to medium heat and fry the eggplant until golden brown, approximately 5 minutes per side.
This is the seventh day where we’ve been covered by smoke from the wild fires burning out in Washington, Oregon, Idaho, Montana, and California. Our hearts truly feel for those who have been affected by those fires as we know what it is like to have fire threaten everything that you hold dear. We remember very well June of 2012 and 2013 when we watched helplessly as fire consumed homes of some of our friends and co-workers. Although we were fortunate in both cases to be spared anything other than having ashes get into our house, it was still quite frightening as we were very close to the evacuation zones. We had a clear view of the Waldo Canyon fire when it jumped the ridge and swept into the Mountain Shadows neighborhood and it was a sight that we’ll never forget.
We were driving home from visiting our youngest daughter at college in Boulder when we saw the smoke rising from near the base of Pikes Peak. At the time, that was the first time we’d ever seen smoke so close to the city of Colorado Springs and when we first saw it, we were surprised, but not too concerned. Over the next couple of days, we watched as the fire spread and moved north, but the daily fire briefings were confident that they could contain the fire west of the neighborhoods at the base of the foothills.
Unfortunately, the winds were strong that summer and, add to that the weather system that the fire creates for itself, the fire jumped the ridge that was being used as a fire break. From the time that the fire broke the ridge and the mayor ordered an immediate evacuation of the neighborhoods, to when the fire swept down to the houses, it couldn’t have been more than 20 minutes. We watched, mesmerized by the site before our eyes. It is hard to explain how something so horrible can somehow be beautiful at the same time. The fire fighters truly did a heroic job to save as many houses as they did, especially under the circumstances that they were under. At one point, before they got a handle on the fire, there was serious concern that it would sweep through the neighborhoods and continue east across the highway.
Probably the worst part of the fire for us personally was when the wind changed and blew the smoke directly at us. The sun was blotted from the sky and we were enveloped in an eerie, orange, smoke plume. As ashes landed in the yard and on the house, we were concerned about whether any of the embers could be hot enough to spark a fire in our own neighborhood. After a sleepless night watching the fires burning homes on the hills across from us, the sun rose to a morning where the fire fighters started to make gains on containing the fire. It took a few more days for them to completely eliminate any hot spots, but there was a sense of relief and an outpouring of support for those that were affected by the fire.
It was unfathomable to believe that a year later, almost to the day, we’d be watching smoke plumes billow above our neighborhood once again. The Black Forest fire was north of us and once again we were on the edge of the pre-evacuation zone. Although we were unable to see the fire itself other than by watching the news reports, the memory of the fire sweeping down from the ridge during the Waldo Canyon fire was literally seared in our minds. More friends and co-workers lost their homes and possessions, while all of us watched helplessly, listening diligently to the afternoon fire briefings. Between the two fires, more than 800 homes were destroyed affecting thousands of lives.
So, although the smoke is causing our allergies to be worse and the haze of the smoke is all around us, our thoughts are with those in all of the states where the fires are actively burning. Fire is truly wild and unpredictable, it can destroy one home and suddenly jump and completely miss another. Worst of all is the loss of life due to the fires, whether fire fighters, home owners caught off guard, or animals that have to be left behind, every lost life is tragic. We are truly hopeful that the fire fighters will gain the upper hand in the days to come.
Several years ago, we had taken a road trip to Carlsbad Caverns National Park and when taking long trips by car, we will often stop at places of interest along the way. On this particular trip our journey took us past Fort Sumner New Mexico, which is the location of the tombstone for the infamous Billy the Kid, as well as Roswell New Mexico, the site of a supposed UFO crash that the government is covering up. We knew that we wanted to stop at Roswell, but stopping at Billy the Kid’s tombstone was a spur of the moment decision when we saw signs on the road for the attraction. While visiting the caverns was definitely the purpose of the trip, those added stops made the entire trip that much more interesting.
There isn’t much else to see in Fort Sumner other than Billy the Kid’s tombstone, but for a quick detour while traveling through New Mexico, it was fun to see. With all of the technology that surrounds us in our modern world, it is somehow relaxing to reflect on just how recent it was that our world was not so complex. According to legend, Billy the Kid shot and killed twenty-one men, although current belief is that it was only eight men, before being gunned down by Sheriff Pat Garrett in 1881. From Fort Sumner, we continued on to Roswell and we went from life in the old west to space invaders in the span of less than an hour.
Do aliens really exist? We’re not sure if they do, but we are positive that there are more than enough unique individuals on earth that we don’t need to import them from space. As it turned out, it was the annual UFO Festival when we arrived in Roswell, so the town was crowded with enthusiasts. After spending a few hours surrounded by people in costume, wearing tin foil hats, ufologists, and vendors trying to sell us UFO memorabilia, we were ready to jump into a spaceship and head to the rugged terrain of Carlsbad.
We were just there for a weekend trip, so our time in Carlsbad was fairly short, but we definitely enjoyed the caverns and the town. One of the more unique things, other than touring the caverns and learning about stalagmites and stalactites, was learning about the bats. Hundreds of bats make the Carlsbad Cavern their home and at sunset they all fly out over the heads of the tourists seated in the amphitheater to watch the spectacle. It is quite impressive to see as there are so many of them that they literally look like a swirling black cloud as they zoom off to feed. The kids enjoyed making bat guano jokes throughout the return trip home, but at least they listened to the ranger talk during the tour.
So, whether making a drive across country or just getting away for the weekend like we did, it is certainly worth making little detours along the way. As Ralph Waldo Emerson said, “Life is a journey, not a destination” and so should your travels. Make the most of the journey and you’ll enjoy the destination that much more.