Quantity for a small village – 2 cups of raw brown/green lentils – but works the same for 1 cup of raw lentils.
Preferably use a large cast iron pot with a lid:
To about one tablespoon of melted ghee add:
- 1 finely chopped onion
- 3 finely chopped cloves of garlic (depends on how big they are)
- 1 square inch chunk of fresh ginger finely chopped
Sauté, but do not brown, then add:
- 3 teaspoons of ground coriander
- 1 ½ teaspoons of ground cumin
- ¾ “ turmeric
- ½ “ cinnamon
- ½ “ cardamom
- ½ “ chilli powder
- 1 teaspoons of salt (all my teaspoons are heaped)
Cook for a minute or two then add two chopped fresh tomatoes (I peeled them), simmer and then add equivalent of one sachet of tomato paste, simmer and stir well then add a cup of water.
Then add the lentils (remember to rinse them first). You can first cook them separately by boiling and draining. I add them raw but make sure you have plenty of time to cook them as this mix is simmered and it takes nearly 3 hours for it to be properly cooked.
Stir and check water level regularly, adding water each time. Test taste – it will probably need a bit more salt.
Final notes: all these quantities can be varied a bit. For instance if you have an abundance of home grown tomatoes add four. A bit more garlic won’t matter. It is all a case of near enough is good enough. This is not a sponge cake !
This should be accompanied by naan or any Indian style bread.
Apologies, Viv…… missing ingredients no longer …..

the best that I ever had was Masala Dosa, dhosa, at the Yak & Yeti Hotel in Katamandu..
They made the bread, like a crepe Suzette, on one onfthose open hot plates plates like the one’s in St tropez, which they make the crepe Suzette (orange grande marnirer). They spoon the dahl ingredients in and fold it over. It’s to die for.
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I’ve had similar crepe Suzettes in St Raphael, Vee-ell… And I was also quite fond of ‘gauffres’, especially gauffres au chantilly! (These are a kind of ‘waffle’…)
Although I’ve hitched THROUGH St Tropez several times, I never stopped there, not even to busk, ’cause the local ‘fliques’ didn’t like itinerant hippies or buskers; they only liked the rich tourists… I was also advised by a ‘gitane’ (who told me that I too was a ‘gitane’!), “N’allez pas a Nice!” for similar reasons!
Fortunately there were plenty of places along the coast which didn’t mind us; perhaps these more friendly places remembered that beggars are lucky… by which I don’t mean they are necessarily ‘lucky’ for themselves, but for their patrons… We still have traces of this superstition in some places in Europe and it is why it is, or rather was, traditional to invite a beggar (or a chimney-sweep; same difference!) to a wedding… to bring the bride and groom luck; and it is why it is considered lucky to shake hands with beggars (or chimney-sweeps!)
Why are beggars lucky? I hear you ask… The answer is that in ancient times beggars served a priestly function, as I’m sure Atomou could tell you… In return for gifts of scraps of food and occasionally small coins, the beggars, who were always let in at the end of the feast would call down the blessings of the gods upon the household; most specifically the blessings of Zeus, who was himself the patron of the most important of all ancient Greek laws: the Laws of Hospitality (this is where we get the word ‘killjoys’ from: when the host let in the beggars, the party was over!)
Of course, the reason for the gifts of food, coins or whatever, was that these were one of two principle means of transferring pollutions from the banquet onto the beggars who would take them away with them when they left… These two principle methods of transferring pollutions were through blessings or blows! This is why Ctessipus chucked a leg of beef at Odysseus and another of the suitors hurled a stool at him… (the hurling of a stool was traditional!) It’s actually a form of scapegoat ritual! (See Aesthetics of Violence on Astyages’s Weblog!)
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For the record the publisher’s excellent effort at finding a simulated version of my dhal is still nowhere what it actually looks like. Darker, lusher and more tempting would be the bits your imagination has to fill in. The pictured one uses a different lentil for starters.
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New and improved simulation 🙂
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Getting there – good try again but not close. I have been told not to buy a new camera – I have a birthday coming up! Thanks Emmjay.
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My best ever Chinese meal was in Brussels, the best vegetarian Indian in Bali, divine pastries in France, and excellent basic country meals in small towns in France, most memorable Italian in restaurant in Potts Point, Sydney (can’t recall the name of the restaurant), the steaks most tender in Argentina, also the corn fed chickens were good….
Mum’s rye bread to die for…Herring in Holland mmmm…
La Lupa in Balmain i miss not only for their food but also its handsome hunk of the owner…
The only edible calamari was cooked by daughter’s long lost boyfriend’s Greek mum…
The grandsons love my lasagna and Gerard’s chicken wings with tasty peanut sauce.
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…I forgot the Borscht, that the Russian mother-in law of Gez’ brother used to cook…
Also the sausages in Germany were always a safe choice…
From Sweden I got the idea of sliced hard-boiled eggs with anchovies crossing on a thick slice of good white bread….
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I tried curried frogs’ legs in a Vietnamese restaurant in Aix-en-Provence, Helvi… that was the first time I tried frogs’ legs; the second time was at a French restaurant out at Elizabeth, South Australia… they were tinned and in oil and not really very nice at all; the curried ones were much nicer!
I tried Borscht in a Russian restaurant in Kensington High Street in London; it was all I could afford and I was starving; but I’d never had borscht before and had no idea what it was, so you can imagine how disappointed I was when I was served a bowl of thin, warm dark red beetroot juice with a few shreds of julienned beetroot in it… Now I understood why the waiter gave me such a funny look when it was all I ordered!
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love blinis.
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I don’t even know what ‘blinis’ are Vectis Lad…
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Well… are you going to enlighten me, or what?
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Looks good vivienne, might give it a burl.
Hard to find good Indian restuarants here. Though the one up the road has the Pakistani Cricket team visiting whenever they’re in town. Though it might be just to visit their bookies.
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There are some very good Indian restaurants in Adelaide, Algernon… and I think I and my busking colleagues practically invented the tradition of stopping off on the way ‘home’ (ie. back to wherever we were squatting at the time!) at an Indian restaurant after Matilda’s had shut for the night…
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Soooooo 1970s. But in a good way. Not the food of course, that’s presumably hundreds or thousands of years old.
I got out my folder of Indian recipes from an old South Australian Gas Company course. It’s dated 1974. As a teenager learning to cook, and liking the Indian dishes that my Mum made, this was an obvious choice, and inexpensive. Basically a few people came along from the Indian Association and taught some home cooking from different regions of India.
In their dal recipe they list garam masala, a variant of which of course you basically mix up yourself in this recipe. I see I’ve made some handwritten notes that they recommended to buy it at DJs or the Central Market; the Central Market in Adelaide was and still is brilliant.
Back in those days they also told us how to make ghee. Admittedly not very difficult. These days you can get it from Woolies. Garam masala too, although if I got back into Indian food I’d probably go to an Asian supermarket, or indeed DJs.
Your chicken recipe with lentils was very enjoyable. I must make it again.
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Voice, please note the missing ingredients I’ve listed below.
Timeless would be a more apt description.
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Tell me you didn’t get this recipe (or a similar one) in the seventies!
Timeless is a description of the food, seventies is when it came into vogue in Western (or at least English speaking countries for Indian food ) home cooking.
Thanks for the pointer to the missing ingredients. I see in my old recipe they include the chili fresh with the onion. My chili plant survived the winter and about 20 little seedlings have sprouted from where some unused fruit dropped last year. Hasn’t even flowered yet though so I buy it fresh from Woolies at the moment.
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I started cooking curries and tandoori in the 70s after I came back from the UK and my travels. There were few restaurants of the Indian/Pakistan style and so to eat it I had to make it myself. This recipe is out of my head but based on my reading of various recipes and the best combination of spices for a curry mix. For me the trick was that you had to have eaten it to know what it should taste like if you were to make it yourself ! I didn’t get into dhals until the 90s. These are classic combinations I guess and any similarity to a recipe you have is just a coincidence. I avoided dhal recipes in earlier articles as I thought they were pretty basic but Helvi was keen to have the one I mentioned in a response to Ato who thought it might be a bit dull. Pleased to hear your chili plants are thriving.
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Your recipe is less plain, Viv, the main difference being it is a tomato dal.
Of course there are endless variations. Dal is a good talking point dish for which to put up a recipe I think, being a staple accompaniment.
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Yep, tomato dhal I guess. Add some vegies (chopped spuds, carrot) and voila, a vegetable dhal. A brinjal dhal etc etc. Make it hotter with more chili, make it sloppy, make it thick. So versatile.
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Dear Vivienne I would never have thought of adding vegetables of any sort let alone tomato to a dhal! I tend to cook in the same way I play piano regardless I don’t have a cookbook rigidly attached to the table and my attention glued to it any more. I can be inventive with combinations of vegetables but making a dhal has been in my mind like an act of worship governed by strict memorised ritual and with another difference, before serving I toss a heap of garlic and onion with a range of spices and top bowls with the addition. An element of variety which is my invention is that sometimes my dhal is thin, sometimes thick as a matter of preference, depending on which of the lentils I choose, not that I any longer have the range of choice available living close to a proper market with all its supplies.
I have had a creative idea reading your recipe. Using the red fully ripened tomato in the dhal does not immediately appeal to my palate as much as it occurred to me to use a green tomato. As I recently discovered the yumminess of green tomato added to various dishes, silverbeet and eggs aong them, I think of green tomato on the turn of a sixpence anyway. Its my current fad.
I chuckle with empathy over your experience of exposure to foods you then as a matter of survival had to learn to cook yourself. My own learning curve was out of recipe books (Elizabeth David, American Heritage, Rosemary Hemphill, The Sultan’s Kitchen, a range of Indian and Lebanese cookbooks eventually), discovering that way this world of delight in the flavours and styles of eating. Even when these foods were available in restaurants in those days often nothing could sizzle on the palate like the real fresh deal out of your own kitchen. Now I miss sometimes my experience of living in Melbourne eg where to stop by a restaurant was as homey an experience and as yummy as eating at home. Sighhh.
Thank you for this palate stimulus, your recipe Viv and I enjoy reading the comments as well.
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Something has been accidentally cut from the recipe, it is missing this near the beginning: THESE ARE VITAL INGREDIENTS !!
To about one tablespoon of melted ghee add:
1 finely chopped onion
3 finely chopped cloves of garlic (depends on how big they are)
1 square inch chunk of fresh ginger finely chopped
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Fixed !
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Phew – was rather disconcerting. Those other bloggers’ “like” – hope they come back and get the whole recipe. Thanks.
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Bloody Woolies did not have dried lentils last week when I wanted to make my ritualistic almost weekly lentil soup. I had to use Aldi’s tinned ones, but even it made it all easy and quick, the taste wasn’t so good…
I’ll go to the Farmers Market and will stock up on lentils of all colours, green ,brown ,red. It will be Viv’s Special Dhal this week…
Thanks for sharing your recipe.
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Make sure you add the missing ingredients Helvi. They were in the original sent for publication. The lentils are probably in your supermarket but just in an impossible place to find – they never seem to be where logic tells you.
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Thanks for that Viv:
That mixture of spices together with a bit more oil can be used for almost any kind of food marinade. I used those spices (except for the cinnamon and cardamon) on chicken thighs and potatoes yesterday, I then barbequed the lot for 40 minutes. .
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Very good.
And of course a sensible amount of cumin. So many times this dynamic flavour is underused. In fact, adding extra tomatoes can be complimented by a slight increase in cumin; they harmonise perfekly (as Pa Larkin would say) 😉
There’s an Indian take away only kiosk, in the local (small) shopping centre here. I buy Naan, from the lady there. It saves making it. Although I’ve never really had a good Naan in Queensland. I reckon the best are in Leeds, Bradford, Southall (a dump of an area) and Hammersmith.
I might give this a go, mid-week. I’ve got fresh coriander too, so I’ll chop the ends and sprinkle over. No stalks, as it will spoil the texture
Cheers Viv.
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Agree VL, sprinkling of fresh coriander will be the icing of the cake, or rather the crowning of the dhal.
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Helvi, it does not need fresh coriander – I never use it – family thinks it smells like cat’s piss !
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Viv, when first came across fresh Coriander (I was growing it in Holland)I thought the same, smells of cat piss….now I love it.
I also use it as I use the European parsley, to pretty the dish 🙂 I don’t like the curly leafed parsley, it chokes me….
There you go again, H, with your eternal search for beauty in everything 🙂
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I have heard others say the same thing Helvi.
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Helvi and I like it Viv, so excuse us if we add it. Most Asian countries (especially Thailand) use it in myriad dishes.
I remember that you don’t like Tarragon either; perhaps be a little more adventurous in your neck of the woods 🙂 Try tarragon in your pie floater 🙂
Or not , of course. Flavours are personal; sometimes inherent and sometimes acquired, or developed.
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VL – has more to do with one particular daughter’s intense dislike of coriander. Can’t remember commenting on tarragon but………. if I was anymore adventurous I would be totally dangerous. (PS: Pie floaters are not in my neck of the woods.) Feel free to sprinkle with fresh coriander – I certainly can’t stop you guys!
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I’ve always liked fresh coriander since I first came across it (the leaves i mean, the seeds are a staple of Indian cooking) in the little Thai restaurants in the slums near Sydney University (in the seventies of course). First time I’d ever tasted lemon grass too. Since then Thai restaurants have become a total cliché in Sydney, as ubiquitous as the heavily Australianised Chinese restaurants have always been in Australian country towns.
Back then they also had I think three Indonesian restaurants in Newtown. Before then I’d only ever had a rijstafel once, in Amsterdam.
One thing I missed in Paris was decent Chinese food. Not that I eat out a lot. But your average Chinese restaurant there is so ‘same’, but in a different way to what ‘same’ used to be here, and so dull. Of course English ex-pats always mourn the lack of good Indian restaurants, and they’re right too.
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I missed something out in my herb list–elsewhere–cinnamon basil. I am growing some more from last feb’s seeds. It is divine. It has a perfume that is just great. Just a freshly cut tomato, salt and ‘this basil’ is beaut. Aussie slang for Viv’s ears 🙂
Late for the farmers mrkt. Been potting a candle plant. C Ya.
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Paris : Vietnamese>??
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Not so much, VL, though I can see why you might expect it. Moroccan would the main ‘ethnic’ restaurant.
Your little home market garden is far more productive then mine. I basically have a flower garden and a bird garden. I only grow a few staple herbs; mainly rosemary, sweet basil in summer, coriander in winter, Continental and English parsley, chili, two types of thyme. I only eat the golden marjoram in stuffing, it’s more decorative than anything else.
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Well, mint, of course. I have two and a half varieties. One is spearmint that I bought a few years ago and serves no real purpose really, since it’s prone to fungus and fairly mild.
The other is common mint that I got a cutting from a neighbour of course.
The third is a narrow-leafed mint that I planted a few days ago from the Woolies mint we bought having let the common mint get sun-burnt and both spearmint being fungus affected.
I think I’ll throw away the spearmint. Currently I have two pots and when I get around to it I cut them all the way back alternately to grow fungus unaffected leaves for a while.
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The Woolies mint is their normal eating mint, not a mint plant. But the cuttings are growing already. I think they have a good chance of rooting successfully. The stuff is almost unstoppable.
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I should have said your average Chinese take-away for those tired Friday nights when working, or cheapish meal when travelling for holidays.
I’m sure there are many good Chinese restaurants, but not being in the habit of splashing around money and in line with enjoying the local food while there, would choose Moroccan/North African or French for a restaurant meal. Those charming bistros aren’t particularly cheap.
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I had something very similar for lunch, it was amazing. Nice recipe.
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You should try “Fugu”. It’s only a 3 year apprenticeship, training to cook it 😉
Yes fugufeeding can kill you, be careful!!
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I used to catch hundred of these little ‘blowfish’ (Ozzie for ‘fugu’) when I used to go fishing in and around Adelaide, especially round the Taperoo peninsuar… treated ’em as rubbish fish… can’t eat ’em and they just steal your bait… and it’s usually damn nigh impossible to get your hooks back when they swallow them. Annoying little blighters! Never fancied even trying them…
Have you tried ’em yourself? Seems there’d be hardly any meat on ’em at all… certainly not enough to risk your life over. I remember several years ago reading about a vietnamese dude who’d tried to fry up a couple who nearly died after eating them; he had to be taken to the RAH for treatment…
I think if I ever wanted to play Russian Roulette, I’d prefer to do it with a gun; quicker and less painful!
🙂
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