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Southie Sushie

If there is a word that raises the hackles on many a conservative South Indian brahmin matriarch, its the mere mention of ...FISH!! To them its the tipping point indicator for anyone from the younger generation gone over to the dark side... i.e an omnivorous diet.
Being an avid NY times reader, I came across this in today's Dining & Wine section. How to make Sushi without the fish, & of course my radar shot up.

http://www.nytimes.com/2010/05/05/dining/05mini.html?ref=dining

I had been working on this idea for quite a while, just never got around to blogging about it, simply because, the food got eaten before I could photograph it , or the lighting wasn't optimal, or that all 3 rice variations were not made yada yada...
Well the stars aligned today, & I present to you, a SUSHI triumvirate of the most revered mixed rice dishes of the south Indian world, lemon rice, Tamarind rice & that mother lode of the ultimate southie comfort food; Yogurt rice!


(From L to R; Yogurt Rice (white) Tamarind Rice (brown) & Lemon Rice(Yellow))


The bit players that raise the YUM Quotient for these entrees a couple of notches are, sauteed French beans, Pappadoms & Pickled Baby mangoes..


The icing on the cake of course would be the grudging admiration of any of the old matriarchs on seeing this...
Feast your eyes!


PS:
I'll post the recipes & the plating details in a day or two, please bear with me.

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