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Simple Pleasures

Last night, I got a call from my maid/cook. Her daughter wanted a fruit salad for a school project and did I have any ideas. I did, of course, but this turned out to be a bit tricky. Thanks to next door supermarket, I haven't shopped at the local fruit seller's for a few months. So I first had to find out the range of fruits to expect. Pretty slim pickings, as it turns out. She had bananas, chickoos and pears. And probably some sour plums or pomegranate. But no kiwi or pineapple. Not even mangoes, now that monsoons have set in. And who's heard of sprigs of mint once the rain has started. I was also reliably informed that you can't buy heavy whipping cream at the local grocer's.

As this simple idea took root in my mind, I was tempted to try the salad for myself. First in a glass goes a layer of chopped bananas. Then a layer of peeled and diced chickoos. I put the fruit in the freezer to chill for a few minutes. In the meantime, I mixed a tbsp each of yogurt and malai (top cream off the milk) with a tsp of caster sugar and beat everything until smooth. Poured this on top of chilled fruit, then topped with ruby red pomegranate seeds.

Simple, but totally delicious!

Comments

Oh wow...frutilicious.....
Rachel said…
simple but very tempting...
Prathibha said…
so sweet of that gal na..she is preparing fruit salad for her project..ha ha..:)
anyways this idea rocks dearie..
Bergamot said…
Simple and nice. good that the little girl got a fruit salad that would fit her budget and with ingredients that are easily available.
Priya said…
Simple but yet healthy and refreshing salad!
Jaya Wagle said…
Simran, that was a clever and nifty idea. Will try it sometime.
Also there is an award waiting for you on my blog. Please, do come by and claim it.
Anonymous said…
That will be a guideline for those who look for British cuisine..thanks Simran..!
Sometimes it's these simple pleasures that turn out to be the best!!
Aparna said…
No dessert however rich and tasty (even chocolate sometimes) can come close to a fruit salad for me.

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