Mixed Fried Rice and American Chopsuey – My Favourite “Indian-Chinese” Combination – Food Blog

Sometime ago – my son wanted to take me out for lunch.  

“I want to eat Mixed Fried Rice and American Chopsuey...” I said.

So – we ate Mixed Fried Rice and American Chopsuey at a “non-authentic” Chinese Restaurant famous for its improvised “Indian-Chinese” cuisine.

And – after a long time – I enjoyed my favourite medley of Mixed Fried Rice and American Chopsuey. 

Both dishes comprise a variety of meats and seafood – and – I especially like prawns in both the Fried-Rice and Chopsuey. 

Here is a picture I clicked that day: 

Mixed Fried Rice and American Chopsuey

This delicious lunch reminded me of a foodie post I had written some time ago on My Favourite “Chinese” Food.

Let me delve into my blog and pull it out for you...

MY FAVOURITE “CHINESE” FOOD

MIXED FRIED RICE AND AMERICAN CHOPSUEY

Irresistible Food Combination

Foodie Musings

By

VIKRAM KARVE

CHOP-SUEY

I do not profess to be a culinary expert.

Nor do I claim to be “highfalutin” connoisseur or snooty gourmand.

I am no authority on the “finer” aspects of “fine dining”.

I am simple trencherman who loves eating.

I live to eat (and not eat merely to live).

I believe in the dictum: 

THERE IS NO GREATER LOVE THAN THE LOVE OF EATING 

I don’t believe in “starters”.

“Starters” ruin your appetite

I don’t believe in drinking alcohol while eating. 

Yes – I do not believe in drinking alcohol – especially before a delicious meal.

Alcohol dulls the taste buds.

I believe in getting down to eating the main course of the meal straightaway.

That is why when I go to a Chinese Restaurant – I don’t waste time looking at the menu card.

I just sit down and order right away:

“Mixed Fried Rice and American Chopsuey...”

If “Mixed Fried Rice” is not available – I may settle for “Chicken Fried Rice and American Chopsuey...”

But – if “American Chopsuey” is not on the menu – I prefer to walk out of the restaurant.

MOUTHWATERING MEMORIES OF “KAMLING” RESTAURANT PUNE

My first memory of Chinese Food is in the Poona of the 1960’s – when there was a famous quintessential Chinese Restaurant called KAMLING on East Street (General Thimayya Road) in Pune Camp 

Those days Pune was called Poona – and – there were 3 iconic restaurants on East Street – Latif’s for Mughlai – Kwality for Continental – and – Kamling for Chinese.

Now – only Kwality is still going strong – and they have diversified into all kinds of cuisine – “multi-cuisine” – as they call it.

Kamling shut down a few years ago.

Later – there was a popular vegetarian thali restaurant called Mayur in its place.

(Someone told me that even Mayur has relocated).

As Pune transformed from a salubrious pensioner’s paradise into a cosmopolitan metropolis – the food scene has undergone a remarkable metamorphosis. 

Nowadays – there are many other eateries in Pune which serve Chinese Food.

But those days – as far as food was concerned – in Pune – Chinese Cuisine was synonymous with Kamling.

Whenever we were in a mood for Chinese Food – we visited Kamling.

Those days there was no concept of “starters” which ruin your appetite.

We got down to eating the main-course straightaway.

The order was simple: 

“MIXED FRIED RICE and AMERICAN CHOP-SUEY...”

As far as Chinese Food was concerned – this combination was matchless – and the most popular too.

The “Mixed” Fried Rice was embellished with a variety of vegetables and meats – there were boneless pieces of stir fried Red Meats, White Meats and an assortment of Seafood.

Yes – there were delicious crisply fried pieces of tasty chicken, mutton, pork, fish, prawns – it had a bit of everything – and nourishing pieces of scrambled eggs too.

Nowadays – you don’t get the same high standard of Mixed Fried Rice anymore – so sometimes – I have to make do with Chicken Fried Rice.

And – to combine with the Fried Rice – there is nothing to beat American Chop-Suey.  

“American Chopsuey” is a delicious stew – comprising a variety of stir fried meats, seafood and vegetables – blended into a sweet and sour tasting tangy vegetable sauce – and then spread over crispy fried noodles – topped with a fried egg.

It is a spectacular looking colourful dish – which whets your appetite – and is truly scrumptious. 

Just looking at the appealing dish – and breathing in the appetizing aroma of its alluring flavours – makes your mouth water in anticipation.

I love American Chopsuey.

I find the delicious “Umami” taste most irresistible – and American Chopsuey combines perfectly with Fried Rice.

Like I said – some people say that Chop-Suey is not “authentic” Chinese Cuisine – but it is actually an improvised Chinese-American Fusion Dish.

After liberalization and with the advent of globalization – there have opened in Pune – a number of highbrow “gourmet” Chinese restaurants serving “authentic” Chinese Cuisine.

Many of these “highfalutin” restaurants do not even feature American Chopsuey on the menu.

But let me tell you – that way back in the 1960’s and 1970’s – in those good old “socialist” days of the “Licence Permit Quota Raj” – American Chopsuey featured prominently on the menu of every Chinese Restaurant.

American Chopsuey was the most popular dish – and – in fact – in those good old days – those nostalgic glorious “unliberalized” and “unglobalized” “Licence Permit Quota Raj” “socialist” days of the 1960’s and 1970’s – American Chopsuey was a “benchmark” or yardstick by which to evaluate a Chinese Restaurant.

Yes – we rated a Chinese restaurant based on the quality of the American Chopsuey they served.

Like I told you – sadly – the inimitable Kamling has shut down many years ago – and the so-called “authentic” Chinese restaurants do not have this dish on their menus.

Well – if you are a fine dining connoisseur – you may say that “Chop-Suey” is “fake” Chinese Cuisine.

But – for a hungry trencherman like me – there is nothing to beat a piping hot combination of Mixed Fried Rice and American Chopsuey.

Before I end – let me post another picture I clicked sometime ago of the quintessential delicious combination of Mixed Fried Rice and American Chopsuey that I always enjoy eating...

Mixed Fried Rice and American Chopsuey

Tell me – Dear Reader – Do you like this delicious combination of Mixed Fried Rice and American Chopsuey – and – where do you eat it...? 

Happy Eating...!!! 

VIKRAM KARVE

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Updated Version of My Earlier Blog Post First Posted by me Vikram Karve at 2/09/2013 09:02:00 PM at url: http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2013/02/chinese-fried-rice-and-american-chopsuey.html and later reposted at url: http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2014/12/my-favourite-chinese-food-mixed-fried.html and http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2015/09/birthday-lunch-mixed-fried-rice-and.html  and  http://karvediat.blogspot.com/2017/05/my-favourite-indian-chinese-combination.html etc 

Umami – Foodie Romance

UMAMI – A DELICIOUS FOODIE ROMANCE

Short Fiction – Love Story

By  

VIKRAM KARVE 

Here is an amusing love story from my Creative Writing Archives:

 

I started writing this story 13 years ago – in the year 2006 – after enjoying a delicious SPDP at to my favourite Vaishali Restaurant in Pune – but I left the story incomplete. 

I wonder why I did not complete this story – but then that happens to many of my stories. 

Then – after a gap of three years – in the year 2009 – I completed the story.

I am posting this delicious “Foodie Romance” once more for you to read.

Do tell me if you like this delicious love story...

“SPDP” – LIP SMACKING ROMANCE : Delicious Love Story By Vikram Karve

 

SPDP.

That’s right – “SPDP”...!

 

You know what SPDP is – don’t you...?

 

You don’t...? 

Don’t tell me you don’t know what SPDP is...!

 

Oh. 

I’m sorry.

Maybe you are not a Punekar.

And – if you do live in Pune – and you still don’t even know what SPDP is – then it’s a pity – a real pity...!

 

SPDP = “Sev Potato Dahi Puri” – that’s what the acronym SPDP stands for.

Why ‘Potato’...?

Why not ‘Batata’...?

Well – I do not know – you’ll have to ask the guys at Vaishali – or – whoever invented SPDP.

 

Now – please don’t tell me you don’t know what Vaishali is...?

That’s being real daft and clueless – isn’t it...?

Well – Vaishali is the landmark restaurant on Fergusson College Road which serves the best and tastiest SPDP in the world – no doubt about it...!

 

And – talking about taste – do you know how many basic tastes there are...?

 

“Four...!” you will rattle out.

And – you will proudly tell me the four tastes – as if you were a know-it-all: 

“Sweet, Sour, Salty, Bitter.”

 

Well – my Dear Reader – you are wrong...

There are five primary tastes:

1. Sweet 

2. Sour 

3. Salty 

4. Bitter

5. Umami

 

Umami...?

You have never heard of it...?

Well – if you haven’t heard of ‘Umami’ – I can tell you one thing: 

“Besides being a clueless ‘lost case’ – you are no ardent foodie for sure...!”

 

‘Umami’ is the unique tingling ‘savouriness’ or ‘deliciousness’ of Oriental Cuisines.

Well – let’s forget all that mumbo-jumbo. 

If you really want to know what Umami is – just go down to Vaishali – order an ‘SPDP’ – and gently put a portion of the SPDP in your mouth.

Then close your eyes – and roll the delectable SPDP till it dissolves on your tongue.

You will experience the taste of ‘Umami’...

 

Now talking of rolling the SPDP on your tongue – have you noticed that as you roll your food on your tongue – the taste of the food changes – and the flavour varies – as the food interacts with different regions of your tongue...?

Does food taste different as you roll it on your tongue at different places?

The ‘Tongue Map’ – have you ever heard of it...?

 

You haven’t...?

Don’t tell me you haven’t heard of the ‘Tongue Map’...?

Hey – you are a real dumbo – aren’t you...?

Okay – let me educate you a bit.

Just try out this yummy scrummy mouth-watering experiment.

Take some spicy chatpata food – like Bhel, Chaat, or SPDP – and put some on your tongue.

Never heard of these things...?

I knew it.

But not to worry – it doesn’t matter. 

Relax. 

It’s okay. 

It just doesn’t matter...!

You can discover the taste of ‘Umami’...

You can do this eating experiment with Chopsuey – Yes – Yes – the usual ‘American Chopsuey’ you get at these ubiquitous ‘Chinese’ eateries proliferating like hobgoblins all over the place.

Close your eyes.

Yes – you must close your eyes to heighten your awareness – your mindfulness.

Now focus inwards to accentuate your gustatory, kinaesthetic and olfactory sensations – and gently press the rich juicy scrumptious Chopsuey against your palate with the tip of your tongue.

It tastes heavenly doesn’t it...?

That’s ‘Umami’ – Yes – the taste you are experiencing is called UMAMI...!

 

Now slowly roll the Chopsuey backwards to the right side of your tongue – and notice how the sweetness enhances.

Then move the Chopsuey towards the back of your tongue – and relish the tangy sweetish-sourness – the inimitable sweet and sour flavour.

Then roll the Chopsuey to the left – towards the back of your tongue – and experience a tinge of delicious subtle bitter flavour.

Then – you move the delectable melange forward on your tongue – towards the left side of your tongue – soak up the tingling vitalizing scrummy saltiness – till you once again experience the intense lip-smacking luscious flavoursome savouriness of ‘Umami’...

 

That’s exactly what I am doing here right now – sitting on a lovely rainy evening at my favourite table in Vaishali Restaurant on Fergusson College Road in Pune.

I let the exquisite tingling mouth-watering portions of SPDP dissolve on my tongue – my eyes closed – my senses focussed inwards – luxuriating in sheer epicurean bliss, trancelike ecstasy, epiphany...

Suddenly – unwittingly – on the spur of the moment – I open my eyes – and I am totally astonished – I am shocked out of my wits – baffled and dazed – to see Priyamvada standing at the entrance.

Yes – it is her – Priyamvada. 

 

Instantaneously – I avert my eyes – try to hide myself in the SPDP in front of me – wishing, hoping against hope, hoping that it is not her, and slowly, furtively, with tremors of trepidation, I glance, through the corner of my eyes, a fleeting look, and my hopes are dashed, my worst fears come true, it is indeed her, no doubt about it.

And – the delicious zesty SPDP turns tasteless in my mouth – like cud – and I wish the ground beneath me opens up and swallows me in. 

 

I wish she doesn’t see me – so I look away – I try to hide.

I do not want to meet her.

Tell me – which loser wants to meet a winner...?

Have you ever seen a failure attending a reunion...? 

And – even if a “failure” attends a reunion – have you seen him enjoying it...?

At this stage of my life – I avoid people who are more successful than me.

Is it not true...?

The company of those who are less accomplished than you is always more comforting – at least for losers and “failures” like me.

 

Suddenly – I sense that she is near me.

Hesitantly – I look up.

We look at each other.

Priyamvada has blossomed. 

She looks exquisite – even more beautiful than before – radiant, slick, chic, booming with confidence – she is all the things that I am not.

 

“Hi Praveen,” she says excitedly, “what a surprise...!”

 

“Yes,” I say nonchalantly.

 

“Hey – what’s the matter...?  Are you not happy to see me...? Won’t you ask me to sit down...?” she says.

 

“Of course I am happy to see you. I’m sorry – but I was lost in my thoughts. Please do sit down and join me,” I say.

 

“Wow...! Having SPDP...? I too will have an SPDP...” she says cheerfully the moment she sits down opposite me.

 

“You like SPDP...?”

 

“I love SPDP. Especially the SPDP in Vaishali – it brings back nostalgic memories too...!”

 

“Nostalgic memories...?”

 

“Vilas saw me for the first time right here – while I was having SPDP with my college gang.”

 

“So...?”

 

“Vilas fell in love with me – love at first sight.”

 

“So...?”

 

“So he told his parents.”

 

“What...?”

 

“Vilas told his parents that he wanted to get married to me.”

 

“And...?”

 

“Vilas told his parents that if at all he ever got married – it would be to me – otherwise he will not marry anyone else.”

“Oh...”

 

“His parents were delighted as he had been rejecting marriage proposals for years – he was avoiding marriage on some pretext or the other. So his parents found out about me from my college and they landed up at my place to ask for my hand in marriage.”

 

“And you jumped...?”

 

“Jumped...?”

 

“Yes – you jumped with joy at the golden opportunity. And so you dumped me without a thought – and you got married to a man twice your age...!”

 

“Twice my age...? What nonsense. Vilas wasn’t twice my age – he was just 30.”

 

“And you...? You were just a teenager then. Bloody cradle-snatcher...!”

 

“I wasn’t a teenager. I was 20.”

 

“It’s the same thing.”

 

“Praveen. Tell me – why are you still so bitter even today...? Just forget it...!”

 

“Forget it...? How can I forget it...? You broke my heart.”

 

“Broke you heart...? I broke your heart...?”

 

“I was in love with you. We were in love with each other.”

 

“Love...? Come on, Praveen. It was just infatuation – one sided inchoate infatuation.”

 

“One sided infatuation...? I am sorry to hear that. I am really sorry to hear that. And then it was not only that. You made me the laughing stock of society. Not only me – you caused embarrassment to my whole family – you made them look like a laughing stock too...!” 

 

“What do you mean...?”

 

“You have the audacity to ask me ‘What do I mean’...? You know what I mean...!” I say.

 

“What...?” she asks.

 

“You know how it was then. A boy rejecting a girl is okay – but a girl rejecting a boy...? And that too in Madiwale Colony – you can’t even imagine the unimaginable agony I suffered. I became the laughing stock of town – not me alone – our whole family had to suffer the embarrassment. I couldn’t even walk the streets peacefully without sensing those unspoken taunts and unseen jeers. It was terrible – it was really cruel of you...” I say.

 

“I am sorry. I did not mean to hurt you. But I never wanted to marry you,” she says.

 

“Then why did you say ‘YES’...?” I ask.

 

“I don’t know. My parents were in a hurry. They showed me your photograph – it was all so confusing,” she says taking a sip of water, “Please let’s talk something else.”

 

“No. I want to know why you ditched me for that richie-rich IT Czar tycoon. Was it just the money...? Or was it the lure of a luxurious life in America...?”

“See – you cannot accuse me of ditching you – we were not formally engaged – I had just informally said ‘YES’ to my parents – I just told them that I like you – that is all – and then Vilas proposed to me...”

“And it was his money – and he being an NRI from America – that settled the issue – and you dumped me.”

 

“No. It’s not that. You were too mediocre...” she says.

 

“Mediocre...? I had passed out from an IIT...!” I protest.

 

“So what...? Remember when I asked you what your plans were – and do you know what you said...? The way you told me your philosophy of life...” she says.

 

“Philosophy of life...? I think I just said that I never plan anything – that I just flow along – and I take life as it comes...” I say.

 

Priyamvada looks at me – and she says: “Oh yes – just flow along. No ambitions. No aspirations. No dreams. No desire to achieve anything in life. Well – I always wanted to get out of the middle class – I wanted to have success and prosperity – I wanted to see the world – I wanted to enjoy the good things in life. I did not want to spend my entire life going nowhere with an apathetic husband like you with no plans in life – and I certainly did not want to waste my life listening to your sermons on thrift and frugality.” 

Priyamvada pauses for a moment – and then she continues speaking, “I am so sorry – but in life one has to be rational – isn’t it...? One has to have plans in life.”

 

“Oh, yes. Plans in life...!” I say caustically, “And looking at you it is evident that all your plans seem to have worked pretty well…”

 

I stop speaking at once – because – seeing the sudden transformation in the expression on her face – I instantly know that I have said something terribly wrong. 

Priyamvada does not want me to see the tears well up in her eyes.

So she looks down into her plate – and she tries to eat.

For some time there is silence. 

Grotesque silence. 

Then Priyamvada looks up – and she says: “My plans did not work out...”

“What...???” I look at her dumbstruck.

“I have left him. Vilas and me are divorced. I have come back to India for good. I was wrong. I did not belong there. I realized I still belong here...” Priyamvada says.

She pauses for a moment.

Priyamvada composes herself – and then she says, “And this SPDP meeting is no genuine coincidence – I contrived the coincidence. I knew you would be here in Vaishali at 6 in the evening after spending your Sunday afternoon reading in the library.”

“What...? You came here to meet me...? Why...?” I ask.

“Praveen – I want to ask you something...” she says.

“I know what you want to ask me – and my answer is “YES”...” I say, looking deep into her eyes.

Priyamvada looks lovingly at me – and she says: “Thank you.” 

“I knew you would come back to me. I was waiting for you to come back...” I say.

I pop some SPDP in my mouth.

I let the SPDP disintegrate on my tongue – and I savour the delicious zesty Umami taste.

The zesty SPDP is delicious – and as the awesome Umami taste permeates on my tongue – I relish the SPDP like I have never relished it before.

VIKRAM KARVE

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This story SPDP was first written by me Vikram Karve 13 years ago in the year 2006, revised in 2009, and earlier posted by me online in my creative writing blogs a number of times including at urls: http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2012/10/dating-dumping-spdp-umami-love-story.html  and  http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2014/09/spdp-lip-smacking-romance.html and http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2015/04/spdp-delicious-romance.html and http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2016/03/spdp-foodie-love-story.html and http://karvediat.blogspot.com/2018/01/a-delicious-love-story-spdp.html etc