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Coconut Dal

This is a very simple recipe for a very tasty, filling and warming dish.


Coconut Dal:

1 tbsp coconut oil

1 cup split lentils

1 1/2 cup water

1 cup coconut milk

sprinkle of chili flakes

1tsp mustard seeds

1 tsp turmeric

1 tsp cumin

1tsp coriander

fresh coriander

1 lime


  1. Start by melting coconut oil in a pan. Add mustard seeds, chili flakes, coriander, turmeric, cumin and fry for 2 minutes until fragrant.
  2. Add lentils, water and coconut milk and cook on a low heat for 30 -40 minutes. Add more water if necessary.
  3. When lentils get soft and dish thickens, add salt, juice of 1 lemon and fresh chopped coriander. Serve with homemade chapatis.


To pair it with I can only suggest something as simple and tasty as ‘A Simple Plan’.

It’s a thriller about three people in Minnesota who one day find a plane full of money and form a plan, a very simple one, to keep the money and make sure no one finds out. As you can expect the simple plan is not going to work, not to mention our protagonists are intellectually challenged.

For some reason films like ‘A Simple Plan’ plus Fargo (film and TV series) make me want to go to Minnesota very badly, even though they are not the best way of advertising the region.

But film is worth to watch and dal is worth to try, so enjoy.





About potatofaces

People who cook always go on about precious memories of childhood food one of their family members cooked, how daddy or nanny taught them the importance of cooking and eating together, and they still remember the comfort food they produced, amazing dishes whipped up by brilliant but humble cooks in their family. Well, let me tell you, it was totally different in my family. My mother’s family – totally useless as cooks, who could survive on bread and butter, cooked once a week a terrible, terrible meal, usually some kind of meat piece with lots of brown sauce. Also, they were never bothered about eating together. That’s maybe why most of them were depressed and suicidal. My mother followed that path and couldn’t really cook, and because I never wanted to eat meat, was warning me that ‘one day I will regret it’. Probably because my mother wasn’t into cooking my sister at the age of 12 took over and started producing amazing dinners and cakes. Well, luckily for me and her we weren’t that genetically doomed because apparently my father’s family were gifted in that compartment. I can only presume it was genes, as my father divorced my mother when my sis and me were little and he strongly believed that he also divorced us. So, we were growing up never having any contact with him and as a result, couldn’t learn how to cook from him. That’s why I believe the love of cooking ( and the ability) was just passed to us genetically. My father, short time before he died, unexpectedly felt an urge to contact us. First he gave my sister a mandolin (that’s another thing I know about him- he played a few instruments). My sister refused to talk to him, he then decided to contact me and wanted to spend some time with me. I didn’t want to, as he was a stranger to me (I was 11 or 12 at the time) but as I was promised I could leave whenever I wanted to, I went to the village he lived in. There I tried his mother’s cooking everyone was raving about. It was simple and amazing, I wish they were as family dedicated as they were at baking, cooking, making pastries, wine, tinctures, you name it. But I ate, drunk, and got bored of strangers who were my family and demanded to be let to go home. One of the last things my father said to me was that I should start learning English because I might need it one day, which I ignored for another 16 years… Because my sister was such a domestic goddess I wasn’t really bothered about cooking. I got hooked properly after my son was born and I wanted him to eat healthy and get everything he needed, especially that it wasn’t his choice to be a vegetarian (yet). And that is how the story begins…

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