Get some brain power



A fading taste in the great Indian middle class, goat brain is an offal tradition that must not die

It was the winter of 1993, and I had an intense craving for bheja—brain.

The day was grey and bleak, the streets dirty with a snow-slush mixture, and the mid-morning temperature somewhere below zero. It was a pretty typical winter’s day in the American Midwest, where I spent two years acquiring a master’s degree.

The initial euphoria of eating supersized chicken legs had faded. I quickly realised they tasted like rubber-substantially worse than our broiler chickens, themselves an abomination of what meat should be. It was a freezing, 45-minute walk to the superstore on the edge of town. I remember feeling foolish walking the last mile (that’s 1.7 km) along slushy road shoulders. There were no pavements because this was America, and you were meant to drive, not walk.

In any event, I reached the superstore and stared in depression at the supersized packs of super-chicken. I couldn’t buy them, not today when it was so cold and felt colder because I was missing home food (not home) with intensity greater than the winter freeze. As I picked my way through cheap, tasteless catfish and cheap, tasteless sausages, I reached the end of the aisle. At the back of a shelf, I found salvation.

“Pork brain,” said the three plastic boxes of about 200 gm each. I grew up in the Deccan where we often had paya (trotter soup) for breakfast, and bheja was a weekend treat. I certainly didn’t expect to see bheja for sale in the US, especially not in this bleak Missouri store. Of course, it wasn’t a goat brain, as it was back home, but, really, how different can brains be?

I was right. I returned home, greatly buoyed by my purchase, and cooked the bheja in the two simple ways I knew, masala and fried. Now, I pride myself on adapting well to new places and cultures. The only caveat is that my stomach needs to feel good about it. After consuming vast quantities of bheja, it did.

I never saw pork brain in that superstore again.

When I returned to India, I found bheja a disappearing delicacy. It’s become harder to find, and most mainstream restaurants have taken it off the menu in these gloomy times of catering to the majority and gloomier attempts to push a monoculture of cricket and chicken onto all Indians. Once a proud culinary expression of diversity, bheja fry is more widely known as a movie of the same name. I last had bheja a year ago (somewhere in Mumbai, I think), but I haven’t made it for some time.

So, I was particularly happy last Sunday when I saw bheja (fry and masala) on offer at a couple of restaurants in Nizamuddin basti, the ghetto-like neighbourhood, perhaps about 700 years old, which surrounds the iconic Hazrat Nizamuddin shrine near my home in south Delhi. It is a syncretic place, a melange of nationalities, cultures and flavours as only an area steeped in the sufi tradition can be.
As a couple of Uzbeks (well, they may have been Kazakhs) and an Iraqi family walked gingerly into a restaurant called Al Quresh, I was delighted to see bheja fry and masala on offer. Al Queresh, like other little eating holes in Nizamuddin basti, offered a variety of offal, including that other fading old favourite, liver.

I have found bheja on offer at a handful of older Delhi, Mumbai and Bangalore (quite a few on Mosque Road near my parents’ home in Richards town), but these are holdouts. In time, they too will lose their brains. In any case, they don’t make bheja quite like they used to. When I last had bheja, the masala was overpowering and smothered the squishy, almost silk-like texture of the cerebrum, cerebellum and other associated parts.

If you aren’t used to eating internal organs, the brain is actually not as offal (sorry!) as others, like the blood curry they have down south, reduced and sautéed with masalas and coconut.

I would love to swap recipes. Tell me what you think.

Bheja masala
400-500 gm goat brain
¼ tsp turmeric powder (or less)
1-2 tsp red-chilli powder
1 tsp garam masala
½ inch piece ginger, julliened (optional)
5-6 garlic pods, chopped fine
½ cup water
10 curry leaves
1 thinly sliced onion

First boil the brain with a pinch of turmeric and salt till it firms up. Drain, clean and de-vein (the last, if you want).

Heat a little oil or ghee and add the curry leaves. Add the onions and garlic. When onions start browning, add chilli powder. Saute for a minute or two and add the brain and salt. Saute. Add garam masala and toss just before removing. Garnish with ginger, if you wish.

Serves: 2-3 persons

Bheja fry
400-500 gm goat brain
2-3 tsp red-chilli powder
salt
dash of lime
1 eggs beaten (optional)
1 tbsp ghee or olive oil

Boil the brain and clean as above. Marinate with red-chilli powder and salt for 30 minutes. Gently heat olive oil or ghee. Fry the brain on medium heat until brown outside and cooked through. You can also dip it in egg and then fry. Serve hot with chapatti.

Serves: 2-3 persons

Brain curry in Nizamuddin basti, New Delhi

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11 Responses to “Get some brain power”
  1. Meena says:

    Bheja is extremely harmful for helth..very high in cholestrol though very delicious indeed

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    Samar Halarnkar Reply:

    this is true!

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  2. Rajeev says:

    Samar,
    Have you cooked in Sonia’s kitchen with our president? Just curious.

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    Samar Halarnkar Reply:

    My landlady?

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  3. Ujwala Samant says:

    The best bheja cutlets I have ever had was at the home of Cyrus Todiwala, owbe chef of Cafe Spice Namaste. Pervin and he invited me to a Sunday lunch and the bheja cutliss melted, absolutely divine. I had serious doubts about letting squidgy bheja slither and whoosh down my throat. Instead, with our drinks, Cyrus served the MOST delectable bheja cutliss to “die for”. Any time you’re inLondon, check them out, for amazing cuisine at Cafe Spice Namaste, where Cyrus Todiwala, MBE reigns supreme and continues to win accolades for being sustainable and quite simply unbeatable delectable food.

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    Samar Halarnkar Reply:

    where is cafe spice namaste? I want to go…

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    Ujwala Samant Reply:

    Cafe Spice Namaste is in London. And Cyrus is a character and a chef extraordinaire.. Apologies, I just saw this today!

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  4. renuka says:

    eeuh sorry, but mostly, offal was awful – have tried brain curry (was like scrambled egg giving you attitude), masala fried liver and steak-and-kidney pie. But say, how come pate is so damn delicious?! Can eat a fair amount on toast. And the yummiest home made chicken pate I’ve ever et was at Basil & Thyme by Mrs Bhicoo Maneckshaw. maybe it’s got to do with texture?

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    Samar Halarnkar Reply:

    perhaps. either you like the texture, or you do not

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  5. Amandeep says:

    Hey Samar

    Got to read your article just now (when I was searching for your piece on Basa, the hard copy of which I’d misplaced).

    I reckon its not just Brain / Liver / Kidney. Even basic Mutton is getting tougher to get; what with the chicken monoculture driving good butchers out of business.

    How about doing a piece on fading skills reg. mutton / pork dishes sometime?

    Otherwise, keep up the good work.

    Cheers
    Amandeep

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