Wanna make some caffè latte at home?

I have waited long enough to put this recipe on my blog, and I guess this is the perfect time! Though I am extremely sensitive to any forms of caffeine, I know a lot of people who love to have coffee at night and then also have a wonderful sleep! But I really love coffee. In fact, I have a huge The Oatmeal poster at home that gives some cool coffee facts.

So we all love coffee, don’t we? And we Indians, like ours with milk – yeah a little extra won’t hurt! The recipe that I am sharing with you today, is one of the simplest recipes to make a frothy yet not so milky (for the calorie conscious) latte, that tastes yummy too!

There are a few recipes on the internet that need beating sugar with instant coffee granules and a spoon of warm water endlessly, and then add milk. Let me tell you honestly, that method is not foolproof and does not work in all circumstances. For example, it won’t work if you use an espresso made from filtered coffee instead of using instant coffee granules; it also won’t work if (like me) you use milk creamer and not fresh milk. On top of that, at the end of the whole process your hand would be paining quite a bit. Just in case you still prefer to use dairy powder, make milk with it first, and then follow the recipe.

For this recipe, you would need a simple device known as the French Press. This device is actually used to brew coffee with beans. However, we would use it to foam milk! So let us get into the recipe -

You would need:

• A French Press
• 1/3 cup fresh milk – skimmed milk works just fine (cup size = whatever cup you will eventually be drinking your coffee in)
• 1 teaspoon of sugar (use more if you want sweeter)
• 1 teaspoon hazelnut/vanilla syrup (not essence)
• 1/4 cup brewed coffee / espresso or 2 teaspoons instant coffee powder

1. So start off with heating the milk, in a microwave or over the gas, doesn’t matter really.
2. If you have warm espresso or brewed coffee, add the sugar and stir once.
   • If you using instant coffee granules, then stir them with the sugar in a few teaspoons of warm milk/water
3. If you want to add a flavoured syrup (I use Torani’s that I got from the US), add it now to your espresso. 1 teaspoon is enough. Stir and keep aside.
4. Now put the 1/3 cup milk in the French press, and this is the most important step – slowly pump the milk. This aerates the milk and makes it frothy! Exactly what you want for your latte.
5. Stop once you see that the milk is spilling over, and pour half of the frothy milk into the cup of espresso. Stir.
6. Continue pumping the remaining milk for a few times, and then add to the cup.
   • Remember – Frothy milk will rise to approximately 3 times of what you started off with :) and this is from experience, I make it every single day!
7. Stir one last time giving the pattern the shape you desire!
8. Now this whole process takes about 5 minutes, and the milk may cool off a little bit. So push the cup inside a microwave and beam it for about 15 seconds. The froth rises even further and quite rapidly! You must keep observing it and if your cup was already filled to the brim, you may have to stop the microwave in just 5-7 seconds.
9. Sprinkle cinnamon powder or chocolate powder if you wish.
10. That’s it! You are ready to enjoy or serve!

Difficulty: Very Low
Inflation: Light
Calories: Low (can be reduced considerably by replacing sugar with sugar-free, in fact you even get sugar-free flavoured syrups)
Drink when: Anytime
Yumminess Factor: Best enjoyed with scones or cookies!

Buon Appetito!

#212 Life like what?

A long page full of pictures, did that make my blog a spot to watch? I made a blog to be read, it just got a bit deviated, just a bit carried away…

Living in a place, ‘thousands’ of kilometers away from home, decades of degree Fahrenheit apart and half a day on the other side of the world, it is a feeling that does not go down so well, or may be it does but I cannot realise it. Things are different, very different from the way I see them in homeland or closer to homeland.

I always had this notion in my head, “I do not want to go to US” and I would tell it loud and clear to people. And they would ask me “why?”… I would go on and give them all reasons, whether they made sense or not, I went on… I have been fascinated by some places that are almost never on a person’s wishlist to travel. Places like Russia, China, Mongolia, Turkey, Georgia, Israel seemed more “calling” to me than the West.

Fortunate I was to travel to the magnificent and uber-cute land of Daehan Minguk, South Korea. I was there for a little under three months, and I traveled almost the whole of that little country, tasted almost all of its deliciously healthy cuisine, understood and appreciated the technology decades ahead of Indo, learnt and almost perfected the script, and totally enjoyed my first stay abroad. I maintained a good blog and filled it with a lot of photos of almost everything I saw, everyone I met and everywhere I went. People who saw it, loved it, and wondered how they never knew Korea was so wonderful!

Here I am today, on the other side of the globe… Trying to maintain a blog, busy work schedule means I cannot do this more often, trying to enjoy the cuisine, but… “________” and trying to be happy…

This is a great country. I must say so and I appreciate it when I say so. The roads are perfect, the buildings are exuberant and the cities are brilliant. Things are pretty good here, in the shops and showrooms, clothes, accessories, electronics, chocolates, drinks are cheap here and superior in quality. Water supply is almost unlimited and comes in two temperatures. Perfect. Period. Food is great! Yes, food is great. I keep going back to the tiny Korean restaurant JK Cafe on Clark in Evanston to have that great delicacy called ‘Bibimbap’ – do you remember? I keep going back to the Korean restaurant to have sushi rolls, to have kimchi, to have odeng, to have ramyeon! I keep going back for more reasons than the food. I go there to socialise. I am happy to meet and interact with the cute Korean couple that runs the restaurant. I asked them their names, ‘Handsome man’ and ‘Pretty Ooman’ (in the typical Korean accent came the reply). I was glad, and gladly wrote down my name Aditya in Korean script on my business card and handed it to them. They are more than happy to see me there almost everyday. This is not a story about the Great America, it is a story about a small Korean restaurant that I have come across right in front of my office.

I go there almost every other day and the things I love the most at their restaurant are not Bibimbap, rolls or coffee milkshake… but the love and the warmth they show and serve me with. They feel as if I am one of them. I started eating rolls out there with a certain customization. When I first went there, I told them I want california rolls, but no fish and only vegetarian ingredients. They kept asking me if “fish is ok”, “tofu is ok?”, “radish is ok” and I kept answering “yes” or “no” and at the end of it, I had a fully customised roll all for me… Since then, whenever I have been there, all I tell Hara (the Korean lady) is “Can I have a roll please” and she shouts back inside here kitchen “Adi-tta roll juseyeo” (Get him ‘Aditya Rolls’). With so much and more warmth, as I go and take my seat, her husband brings up a number of banchans (side dishes) like kimchi, yellow radish and soy sauce for me to enjoy… and makes sure that he himself comes and serves me my fully customised ‘Aditta Rolls’.

I am touched.

Last friday, I wasn’t very hungry and decided to go to JK Cafe and eat a california roll. These rolls are very delicious, very healthy, have almost zero fat and are not filling at all. So I thought, I would have them and I would be done. Given their generosity, warmth and liking for me, they would not let me eat just the rolls and within minutes of my taking a seat, my table was filled with more than the regular set of banchans.. and a sweet potato dish made in the shape of a fish… It was yummy, but by the end of my meal, I was full, more than full.

I was filled. I was filled with emotions, I was overwhelmed by their selfless attitude and care for my taste buds. Last afternoon I even got them a couple of Samosas from the local Indian restaurant in Evanston. It happened that the lady dint get any of it to taste as Mr Handsome Man loved and finished them himself. In the evening when I went there again, he told me “I loved your samosas… I have enjoyed it earlier in Indonesia with beer. Fantastic”. The smile on their faces and the smile on my face never seems to fade away. They work hard. It is perhaps the only restaurant in the Northwestern Univ area that stays open late till about 2 or 3 am every night. But the warmth with which the bells rings when I open the door and enter JK and the warmth with which Hara wishes me “Annyeong Haseyeo” and the warmth with which Handsome Man waves at me from inside the kitchen, touches me. Touches me more than anything else.

Things like these keep me going on. And on. Yes, I miss Korea to date. I miss my Korean friends, Yunseong, Daeseong, Jaejin and everyone else I met in Korea. I miss those cute girls moving around in the trains, on the streets and everywhere else. I miss those jingles the vendors used to shout at their street side bbq shops. I miss that smell of kimchi. I miss that language… I miss Korea.

But here I am in a totally different country. It is not much different from what I have seen it as in the movies, and the television. Perhaps it is much different and definitely better once you are here. Life is convenient. It is safe. It is the greatest country of the world. When I go back to India, I will tell people that my notion about this country was not completely correct. Now I am convinced about it. It was incomplete.

Everything is perfect, but the warmth was left behind in Asia…

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