As you all have read last weekend my f-in-law came over from India and I was busy making tiffin dabbas and the likes trying to impress him. Well, any inroads I made with the vatral kuzhambu were completely destroyed with my idlies the next day. Following my Dad's recipe I soaked the rice and urad, unfortunately I did not have parboiled rice. I ground them separately, mixed and let it rise, but I think because the weather wasn't really warm it didn't rise very well. To make a long story short the idlies were hard as BRICKS! I did receive feedback from my dear hubby that they were the worst idlies he had ever eaten. I felt bad, being the daughter of a master idly maker and all! But the sambar was pretty good if I do say so myself, and chutney! Now every person I meet has a new variation to tell me about how to make idlies, the ratio and the rising, and the brand of rice! Well, bring on the advice. Let's hear it. BTW, I did put it in the oven on warm for the whole day and it still only rose like 1cm. I guess I should not have attempted the idlies, but at least I have learned my lesson to always have a back up to them! ha.
We had some friends staying over with us as well, and luckily our Aunty who was here fixed up my idlies and transformed them into idly uppuma!! She gave me the suggestion to grate the idlies, yes folks they were THAT hard. Then she spluttered mustard seeds with channa daal, curry leaves and asafetida in a good amount of sesame oil. She added chili powder, turmeric and the grated idlies, and then mixed in a good amount of idly-milagaipodi and salt.
It tasted so good. I mean we all ate the left overs for days. You would never have know they had started out as such bricks. Its a good lesson that these Aunty's, Mother's and M-in-law's practice, they never waste any food!
Verdict: My dear f-in-law was so sweet and ate my rock hard idlies. He told me that idlies are hard to make, and so I should keep trying. Also he gave me extra compliments on the vatral kuzhambu to make me feel better! Hubby ended up warming the leftovers in the evening and eating them. My parents came over the next day and my father and mother loved the idly uppuma and we finished it off. Not one idly was wasted!