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Chegodilu Who?


Ignorant as I am in all things in fried snacks, this was my first reaction to this month's Indian Cooking Challenge. Srivalli picked this apparently very popular "ring murukku" as the December challenge. Since I rarely buy any fried snacks, this was a totally new world to me.

I picked the simpler of the two recipes we were given to choose from. It involved making a dough from rice flour, plain flour and hot water with some spices added in. Then you pinch lemon sized balls, pull them into ropes and bring the ends together to form the rings. The chegodilu rings are then fried in hot oil to what should be a crunchy snack.

Mine never got too crisp though. But even with the crunch missing, it was delicious and gone in a few minutes. I just made one-third the recipe, all right. And of course, I ate it all myself. Wouldn't you?

Comments

lata raja said…
Oh good! How many did you make with just 1/6th the recipe? Sounds very intriguing! But they were good weren't they?
Medhaa said…
I had the same problem as yours and its the temperature we just have to get that righht.
Curry Leaf said…
I too never knew about this until I saw it in some site.Anyway I like fried snacks thgh I have not made this one.
BTW,nice to see you.I have not read the entire post as I was in a hurry,so I went thru pics first.You are completely different from what I imagined you to be Simran,this was a pleasant surprise.Dal Pasta uggghhhhh
Srivalli said…
:)..nice...maybe you will one day make the full cup and share?..no?
s said…
maybe not crispy but they look vada-good...nice
I think I've tasted one of these, never knowing the name!! They look great!

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