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Famsie and her recipes....

Famsie my cousin was always baking cookies and cakes in her adolescence years.My uncle had a fetish for trying out new things and was full of enthusiasm.I wonder where it came from.At half his age I feel completely drained out.So we were the guinea pigs who tried out all her half-baked cookies.....and cakes.....some of us giggling away to glory and rest of us suffering it like 'saints' even as we politely gulped it down....it was not always like this though.Over the years ....she improved....and finally when she got married she was quiet a cook!
The reason I am writing this article is because this morning she sent me some recipes from NewZealand .......and what recipes they were!
Kewa Phagsha(Spicy Pork with Potatoes)Contributer: Tshering Cigay Dorji
Ingredients350 g of pork (thigh)2 potatoes peeled.3 green chillies.1/2 onion.1/2 teaspoon chilli powder3 cloves of garlic (crushed)1 piece of ginger (finely chopped)1/2 tbspoon canola oil.DirectionsChop pork into chunks (not so small). Add about 400 ml of water in a sauce pan. Add pork and a bit of salt and boil for about 20 mins (Pork should be thoroughly cooked; soft to feel). Cut potatoes longitudinally into 6 or 8 pcs each. Cut chillies longitudinally into 2 pcs each. Add chilli, potato and onion and 1/2 teaspoon of canola oil (Discard for ladies). Cook until potato is 75% cooked. Add the remaining ingredients and cook for 3-4 mins. Stir...pepper or coriander seasoning to taste. Serves 3.Note: Vary the amount and type of chilli according to your tolerance or taste!
Life surely takes a full circle........ha!ha!

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Famit said…
very well written. amazing prose.

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