My grandmother’s sister lovingly referred to as Shanta Ajji lived in the west coast of the US during the later part of her life. During our brief sojourn in New Jersey, I remember indulging in… More
She’s late but she is finally here. After months of drawing comfort from hefty parkas, hyggeligt cafes and unrestrained mugs of hot chocolate, Mother Nature graces us with her warm caress. The harbingers of spring: pansies, tulips and the ever so coveted sakura flowers are erupting and prowling the city and we, mere witnesses can’t help but immerse in their thrall. The kitchen witnesses a vibrant metamorphosis as well; the chocolate spreads and cocoa powders have been brushed aside to the far corners since fresh bounties are demanding more room than usual. As I pledge my reverence to nature’s sweet manifests, there’s an undeniable spring in my step. Hence, I celebrate & present to you, a warm-hued, Peach & Chai Spice Galette. This is an ode to the effulgence & magic of sunshine, a gratitude to the changing seasons.
if you’re an old friend of this blog, you’re familiar with my obsession with chai spices. A while back, they were pounded and made to transform cupcakes; my Masala Chai cupcakes were conjured as a tribute to the humble Masala Chai which in my opinion, may very well be the lifeline of many Indian homes. This time however, I borrow the gentle, summery flavour of Peaches and pair them with a myriad of spices: Cardamom, Ginger, Fennel Seeds, Cinnamon and Tulsi Leaves. The result is quite akin to an affectionate hug, one that we’ve waited long to experience.
The galette like any other adorns a rustic charm, highlighting the beauty of these plump fruits. An Almond Pate Brisee is slathered with Peach Jam and sprinkled with chai spices. Sliced peaches then take their positions and they’re quickly painted with a sweet glaze before they resume a beautiful dance in the oven. This simple dessert makes for a fancy addition to an already bonhomie summer afternoon especially when there’s a bottomless tub of homemade icecream involved.
RECIPE FOR PEACH AND CHAI SPICE GALETTE
*The recipe is actually a doubled recipe and makes a very large galette. It can be reduced in half to make a smaller one.
-Additional Equipment needed: Weighing scale
For the Almond Pâté brisée
90 gms almonds
220 grams of Pastry flour
30 grams granulated sugar
1 tsp salt
150 gms cold, unsalted butter chopped into cubes(taken out of the refrigerator just before use)
3-4 tbsp ice cold water
Other Ingredients –
8-9 fresh peaches
1/2 cup peach jam/spread + extra for glaze
A handful of sliced almonds
2 tbsp of maple syrup
1 tbsp of milk
Chai Spice: I combined approximately-
6 cardamoms, powdered
1 tsp of fennel seeds, powdered
1 tsp of cinammon,
half a tsp of ginger powder
1 tsp of tulsi leaves powder(optional)
-To make the almond pastry, pulse together almonds, pastry flour, salt, sugar until the nuts are ground fine. Add the cold, cubed butter and pulse for very short intervals 1 or 2 times until you achieve a coarse crumb and the butter has reduced to the size of peas. Then add ice cold water in parts to combine very gently. Be mindful of the amount of water added because it can be too much sometimes. Always add tablespoon by tablespoon. Do not over mix or knead. Once it comes together, place in a plastic wrap & refrigerate for 30 minutes.
-Meanwhile, prepare the peaches. Half them and discard the pit. Slice the halves neatly and keep aside.
-To make the chai spice, mix all the powders together and keep aside.
-Preheat the oven to 400F.
-Once the pastry dough has chilled, remove from the plastic wrap. Once it is pliable, roll out the dough between 2 parchments until the thickness of the rolled pastry is 1/4th of an inch. ( I prefer to roll it between parchments since it prevents sticking and ensures that no extra flour is used.) Once rolled, remove the parchment on the top. Place the rolled pastry with the parchment below on a large cookie sheet.
-Spread the jam on the rolled pastry taking care that about 1-1.5 inch of the border is untouched. Sprinkle the chai spice and spread it along the surface of the jam.
-Place the peaches, skin side up and gently fold over the crust edges gently toward the centre. It can overlap as well, the more rustic the better:)
-In a small bowl, mix a teaspoon of the jam with 1 tbsp of maple syrup. Use a pastry brush to glaze the peaches.
-In another small bow, combine 1 tbsp of maple syrup with a tbsp of milk. Using a pastry brush, brush the borders of the crust with the mixture. Scatter the sliced almonds on the crust and bake for 30-35 minutes or until the crust is golden brown.
-Serve warm and with icecream if you prefer.
*Feel free to play around with the quantities of spices in the chai spice. Mine are approximate as well. A little increase or decrease in the quantity will not affect the deliciousness of the galette. Same for the jam.
*Approximately 10 minutes before removal from the oven, I like to brush the crust once again with the maple syrup-milk mixture.
Suddenly, I’m longing for the fragrance of floral notes, pining for those bewitching perfumes pervading bounteous gardens. Hankerings for hot chocolate and cinnamon laced apple tarts are long gone replaced entirely by a reverie of Spring and all the floral joy it so mercifully brings with it. They implore me to suffuse my desserts with a hint of that flower-laden aroma. Perhaps it is an attempt to cheat myself, into believing that the season of wind and frost has made its journey south, leaving us, Northerners, with warm, languid breezes, the murmers of lush trees and sweet scented hugs. The musing doesn’t end there. The truth is, I also yearn for a luminous summer afternoon, drenched under a burgeon of sunshine, canopies of shade drifting in and out, biting into succulent segments of oranges, a glass of Pinot Grigio in hand, the air chiming with carefree laughter.
I’m drawn wildly to the scarlet hued blood oranges that have been gracing the hallowed aisles of the grocery this winter. Stowing them away endlessly and stacking the refrigerator to the brim; the result of an odd fear that soon they will be replaced by a bounty of summer fruits. Much like a moth is drawn to the flame, I’m too drawn to this rouge radiance; a flame too, just a tad different.
But, selfishly stocking them (read hiding them) without justifying their presence is much too foolish. My mind bubbles with ideas and concoctions, day or night(read deep into midnight). The very reason the past month or so have sped by in a flash. Fortunately, these citrus cousins blend as well with savory dishes as they do with sweet courses. My kitchen witnesses peels strewn around the counter and a deep hued juice gently trickling down edges of the cutting board fairly often and I find myself enticed every single time.
To list the sweet creations that my kitchen and my very trusted knife have witnessed-
–Blood Orange Galette: sliced blood oranges rest on blood orange marmalade and a walnut enriched pâte brisée(the recipe made its way into the blog as well)
–Blood Orange Sourdough Boule: The deep crimson from the oranges softened into a pale orange but the citrus aroma lingered all the way, right down to the last crumb! We devoured the slices with jam spilling on the sides and lots of herbal tea.
–Blood Orange and Raspberry Brownies(Vegan): Another homage to the magic that is the orange and chocolate. Admittedly, the pair transpires into a beautiful symphony but what I failed to recognize initially was the friendly cheer that the raspberries lent. Together, it was all an elegant soiree of flavours.
– Blood Orange Upside Down Cake(Eggfree): This one was too hard to ignore. The cake is flooded with orange juice and makes for a citrus-lover’s dream but it’s the mandala-like pattern of candied oranges that steal the show.
–Blood Orange Pavlova(Vegan) – Aquafaba. The result of every vegan and vegetarian’s ardent prayers. After my fiasco with the vegan macaron, I was possessed by a silly vexation towards this innocent ingredient. But all anger melted when I trotted out a magnificent pavlova the other night. It was slathered generously with a Praline and Mascarpone Cream(adapted from Ottolenghi’s ‘Sweet’), deluged with the darkest, deepest hued blood oranges and finally drizzled with a honey and pistachio syrup.( I yearn to share the recipe soon on the blog)
Rice and dal(lentils) mingling oh so gently with each other but emerging into a fiery romance of flavors when emboldened with a coarse crumb of roasted spices. The barrage of vegetables ensues a flawless texture. Oodles of melted ghee lends it a dash of oomph. Forgive me for this dramatization but this blessed dish has inadvertently transpired into an emotion and a delicious one at that. I humbly present to you, Karnataka’s pride and joy, the Bisibelebath.
The affair began years ago. Amid 3 inch candles, an ornate cake, a ceiling masked by balloons & a slightly untuned rendition of ‘Happy Birthday to you’ , my maternal aunt and her kin unfailingly ensured that their guests returned home content and happy. Cake hardly disappoints but this sweet treat was always trivial in comparison to the pièce de résistance of the said series of evenings aka, The Bisibelebath. Melted Ghee was poured over a sizzling plate housing the above dish and spicy potato chips tossed in chilli powder (that we bangaloreans fondly call ‘khara chips’) were nestled on the side.
I’m spooling the tape back to childhood. Do indulge me while I unfold a tiny snippet from the past. Sukh Sagar, the famed eatery’s italic lightbox glimmered under the city’s night sky. Serving meals to patrons parked outside the restaurant while they reclined in the comfort of their cars was quite à la mode in 90’s Bangalore. The 5 of us(the parents, the 2 brothers and me), huddled in our car outside the restaurant while the food was brought and stationed on the bumper. The tray wobbled precariously as it hosted glasses of water and other snacks. For the next hour or so, the brothers and me devoured 4-inch discs of dough studded with bell peppers, onions and smothered with a tomato sauce and topped with visible strands of cheese. This was our first pizza and it has tethered itself unrelentingly to fond childhood memories much like the way mozzarella cements itself unyieldingly to a pizza base.
We’ve come a long way since then. Simplicity has transpired into a labyrinthine experience and I say this bearing no complaints. The thin-crust, the thick crust, the cheese-burst, the white sauce, the red sauce, the neopolitan, the Italian version, the Chicago version, there’s also the Indian version that I bake by splashing the base with a spicy Paneer Tikka Masala. Suffice to say, the options have no end.
Rewinding to languid Bangalore afternoons, when I was younger in a younger city. The sun washing the sand splashed grounds of college. Amid the frenzied flutter that the final years of college demanded, the one constant was my stainless steel lunch dabba. Plain toor dal, rice, salt, jaggery and unmeasured quantities of ghee tied together into an epitome of comfort. Tovve anna in Kannada or Dal rice in English. On rare occasions, it would be spiked with raw chilles, coriander and perhaps a splatter of mustard and hing tadka. Those few minutes of lunch break dwindled before I knew it, mostly plagued by a string of worrisome thoughts about the remaining day. But devouring this meal was my present moment, my moment of unfettered, happy calm. I’m as drawn to the simplicity of this dish as I am to the uncomplicated memories that follow in its trail. Long story short, I love tovve-anna and have never shied away from celebrating Dal and its many avatars.