Jan 2011

Love Thy Neighbor: Making Dosas with Renuka

Dosas with Renuka

Last spring, a wonderful woman named Renuka moved into the apartment across from mine. She and her husband arrived from Madras, India to spend six months with their son Raga, a graduate student at Caltech. The moment Renuka stepped into her temporary home on East Del Mar Boulevard, she whipped out the pots, pans, and spices that she had carried with her from India, fired up the stove, and began cooking non-stop. Raga had been without proper home cooked meals for over a year, and as his coddling mother, she felt compelled to remedy the situation immediately.

Before I met Renuka face to face, I was seduced by the smells emanating from her kitchen. Whenever I stepped into the hallway that our apartments shared, I was smacked in the face by an intoxicating blend of chilies and spices. It was torturous to say the least.

Dosas with Renuka

I remember the first time I met Renuka vividly. It was early afternoon and I was preparing to grill a pork tenderloin. As I was carrying the meat from my apartment to the barbecue set up in the back lot, I noticed Renuka peeking her head out from her kitchen. I said hello and explained to her that I was working on a pork-intensive food photography project. She made a bit of a funny face and told me she was vegetarian. While holding the bloody hunk of pork in my hands, I tried my best to convince her that my regular diet was mostly meat-free. I’m not sure she believed me.

From that day forward, we spent time together on a regular basis. At first it was just hellos and how are yous, but it eventually evolved into a solid friendship—I’d never had such a lovely neighbor.

Dosas with Renuka

The first time Renuka invited me into her kitchen, she prepared one of her specialties. Dosa, a typical dish in South Indian cuisine, is a thin and crispy fermented crepe made from rice flour and lentils. I was hoping to witness the entire process from start to finish, but Renuka had already prepared the batter and the accompanying chutney by the time I arrived. All that was left to do was a little frying on the stove.

Dosas with Renuka

While Renuka set everything in place, I rummaged through her cupboards checking out the raw ingredients. These little lentils went into making the dosa batter.

Dosas with Renuka

Renuka began by heating up her special dosa pan…

Dosas with Renuka

…then she greased it up real nice using a fabric swab dipped in oil…

Dosas with Renuka

…then she poured the batter onto the hot and oiled pan, and using the back of her ladle, she distributed the batter evenly across its surface.

Dosas with Renuka

A brief moment later, the dosa was slightly browned in the center and crisped around the edges, which meant it was ready to be flipped!

Dosas with Renuka

Another quick fry on the scorching surface and the dosa was primed to be plated and eaten.

Dosas with Renuka

Renuka served the dosa with an intensely spicy tomato chutney, as well as a milder “dosa powder” with sesame oil. She insisted that I sit down and eat the crepe while it was still nice and hot. I asked her to join me at the table, but that’s not how things are done in her culture.

Of course, the dosa was totally perfect and the chutney was fiery like no other. I tucked away three of them this afternoon, not to mention two uttapams for good measure. Even when I had reached my limit, Renuka kept piling more food onto my plate. When I truly couldn’t eat another bite, she shook her head and called me a “poor eater.” Now, that’s a first!

Renuka is back in India now, and we have plans to reunite when she returns to Pasadena in a few years to watch Raga collect his Ph.D. Until then, visions of piping hot dosas and gut burning chutneys dance in my head. I hope to be a “good eater” when she feeds me next.

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14 thoughts on “Love Thy Neighbor: Making Dosas with Renuka

  1. That was a great read – lovely story about your temporary neighbor and the cooking bond. Makes me crave a warm dosa.

  2. Thanks for this story, Cathy! I miss her a lot too – it has just been a few months since she left! Good times…

  3. The Dosa Truck had no chance after these delightful homemade versions! I bet Renuka would approve of my appetite…

  4. How lovely that your neighbours are friendly! We don’t really have that here in London. I’m very curious about that dosa powder….

  5. Su-Lin – Neighborly love isn’t very common in the U.S. either, at least in the cities I’ve lived. However, when there’s homemade Indian food on the line, everything changes 😉 The dosa powder had a great texture and flavor, mostly I appreciated how it didn’t make my gut burn.

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