August 26, 2013

I grew up in King of Prussia, Pennsylvania. My parents took their turn at hosting all of their Indian friends – people who became their family over time, to act as a day-to-day surrogate to their blood relatives left thousands of miles away.
A party, in our very North Indian home, meant fresh everything. Then, everything was made from scratch and made over the course of a few days, versus the now typical call to catering. There were very few, if any, options for Indian catering back then, circa the mid-to-late 1970′s.
Parties especially meant fresh puri – a job reserved especially for my mother and me. She would knead the dough and I would be assigned the laborious task of pressing it to circular perfection. I cheated a bit with our little purple tortilla press, which, with two firm pushes, would churn out discs of dough perfectly round and ready to be fried up.
They would then go right into the hot oil and puff up magically. We would churn them out over a few hours – about a hundred and ten at a time – the 10 or so extra for me to eat right away. We typically had fresh mint chutney on hand – a to-die-for combination, especially when your puris are hot and fresh.
And, the reason I’d never have an appetite come party time.
Makes: 25-30, 5-inch diameter puris
Buy your chapati flour at an Indian grocer. In typical restaurants, they use white flour (maida), but I rarely go that route. The puris never lose flavor with whole wheat, so why sacrifice the nutrition?
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