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When Mythreyee announced nuts as this month's theme for Srivalli's Microwave Easy Cooking, my only thought was that I can now finally try making masala peanuts at home. Why wouldn't I make them otherwise? Well...no idea really, it's just something that remains on my to-do list but never gets done.

After browsing through several recipes, I decided to follow the Jugalbandits, even though they had made their version in an oven and advised against making it in the microwave. It's five minutes of my time, so how could it hurt.

So I mixed 1/2 cup chickpea flour with salt, ajwain, amchur, crushed black pepper and 1/2 tbsp cornflour. Added water to half of it to make a thick paste and mixed it into a cup of peanuts. Then sprinkled the rest of the flour mixture and mixed it in. I oiled a microwave safe plate and spread the peanuts on it, trying to break the clusters as best as I could (not that I succeeded). Then microwaved it for two minutes, took it out to check everything was going as per plan and microwaved it for another 2 minutes. Let it rest for a couple of minutes and the peanuts are as crisp and delicious as the fried version sold in makeshift newspaper cones all over the city.
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chef and her kitchen said…
Even i had samething in mind to prepare,but still not yet prepared..:)
April 25, 2009 at 7:33 AM
Vibaas said…
I love this mw version too. Looks nice :)
April 25, 2009 at 8:39 PM
Chutneytales said…
This is a quick and oil free version of masala nuts..i should try this soon..Nice entry!
April 25, 2009 at 11:49 PM
Bharti said…
I tried these too....they were so easy! the only reason I have not made them again is 'cause we finish them in one go.
April 27, 2009 at 10:03 AM
Laura said…
It would never have occurred to me to do nuts in the microwave! Cool!
May 1, 2009 at 12:10 AM
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