Baked yogurt marries mango


Baked yogurt is not new to the Indian form of cooking – bhappa doi – steamed cardamom flavoured yogurt is a must in Bengali weddings. Its s cooled pot of pudding, that is dense and light and a little tart in flavour and has a great creamy texture. Its a rather simple combination of milk, hung yogurt and condensed milk.

With mangoes in season, i have realised that this king of fruit is not used enough in making desserts. The most common dessert made with ripe mangoes is aamras, pulped juicy fleshy mangoes mixed through with a splash of milk. 

So why not marry the 2 Indian sweet treats, bhapa doi + aamras. you could call the result baked mango yogurt. I had thought i would have to make many tweeps before it would turn out just right, but was first time lucky.

This dessert is also special because it does not have any added sugar. We are using the natural sugars from really ripe mangos to do the job



1 cup fresh mango puree
1 cup unsweetened condensed milk
1 cup hung yogurt

  1. Whisk together all the 3 ingredients in a bowl. The mixture should be of dropping consistency and coat the back of a spoon.
  2. Pour the ingredients into your favourite ramekins.
  3. Prepare a tray with water sufficient to half  immerse the ramekins.
  4. Bake in the oven at 180 degree C for 25-30 minutes or till a toothpick comes out clean. Be careful with the time because if the yogurt bakes longer the top gets a caramelised spot of colour. It still remains delicious, but for the sake of golden unspoilt colour, keep a close watch.
  5. Serve cold.



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Spicy Green Broth

So you want to make the kids eat more greens. You yourself are bored with the kale and the chard in your salad day after day and you wish if only you could somehow have your greens and not feel bloated or constipated with all that iron either? Do you recollect that as a child chutneys made of fresh coriander or mint or a combination of both were a staple in India.

Or you think a green soup and you think it will have maybe blanched spinach or bok choy, which is boring. But what if we meant fresh coriander, mint, thai basil, green chillies, lemon, garlic, ginger, the nutty creaminess of cashew and melon seeds garnished with coconut cream. Seems a lot of work with the ingredient list, but its not. It is all about a quick blitz in the processes and a single boil and there you have it.

The soup requires very little cooking and will save your digestive track from over exerting while you are still recuperating from any illness or antibiotic course and still provide abundant nutrition in the spicy broth. This recipe is inspired by Heidi Swanson’s Near & Far Green Soup. If you have any nut or chilli allergies, please skip them altogether.

1 bunch mint leaves
1 bunch coriander leaves
1 bunch thai basil
4-5 cloves garlic
1 inch ginger
2-3 green chillies
1/2 cup cashew
1/2 cup melon seeds
1 tin coconut milk
1 lemon
3 cups water

Soak the nuts for 2 hours. This helps in getting a smoother texture.
In a food processor blend the mint, coriander, thai basil, ginger, garlic green chillies and the soaked nuts. Blend till very a creamy paste is formed.
Boil 3 cups of water. once it starts boiling add the coconut milk. Turn off the heat.
Add the paste to this hot liquid. Stir and serve.
I used basil flowers and coconut milk and a squirt of lemon juice as garnish. This soup is a great base for adding vegetables and noodles for a full dinner. On its own its a great broth to ease a congestion and cold and flu symptoms.
You can also let it rest and serve cold with grated/sliced cucumber.
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His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
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My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
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