Ever since I became interested in cooking honest Indian food, I have been looking for gongura. Although I live in an urban area with a sizable Indian population, the fresh vegetable has, thus far, evaded me. I could never find it in any store. I couldn’t even grow it, try as I might; when I finally found the seeds and planted it this spring, the bunnies relished every bite.
Yesterday, after eighteen months of searching, I hit paydirt. A big, beautiful bunch of gongura was the prize, and I eagerly carried it off home. This evening I washed it well, stripped off the leaves and tenderest stems, and washed them all again. Then I made gongura pappu.
I followed Indira’s recipe, and the tangy taste-treat that resulted was nothing short of superb. I was so happy to end this long weekend of indulgence with this simple, honest, and oh-so-long-awaited dal. Thanks, Indira!
gongura pappu from Mahanandi
Speaking of long-awaited, the little-garden-that-could is begninning to show her true colors. Eggplant and squash are still bearing fruit, tomatoes are coming fast and furious, and I finally managed to get a few green beans as well as two, countem’ two okras from my plants. Beans and okra in pots on the deck fared much better than those planted directly in the garden; it seems bunnies love bean and okra foliage as much as gongura 😉