Carrot Kurma is one of those side dishes that I learned from Athamma. She said she used to make it for Dosas and Hubby Dear loves it. So every time I make it, he grins and says it’s his favorite. The post is updated with new pictures. Rest of the content remains the same. It’s been a pleasure reading this again and remembering those days that seem to have passed away so quickly!
There is this story I tell my daughter on Bunny Rabbit. I am not sure if I can get the correct mood for it while I am explaining it in English, read on if you have the patience, else scroll down to the recipe.
The story goes something like this…
There was once this town, within which there was a forest. In that forest lived a tiny little rabbit called bunny rabbit. Next to this bunny rabbit’s house there was a carrot field. Every morning, the bunny rabbit gets up and peeps out of his window to look at the carrot. The field will be full of carrot. Out it rushes to brush his teeth and jumps out of the window to eat all the carrots. Now this farmer was very angry because every day his crop is eaten by this naughty rabbit.
One day he decides to stay put on his field hoping to catch his rabbit. He has a big stick and stands near the entrance. Bunny rabbit wakes up and as routine peeps out of the window. Ohh! he gets a shock seeing the farmer. He thinks!!..what shall I do??. I have no carrot to eat, and I am so hungry?. IDeeaa!!, off he goes with a long rope. He goes and hides behind a huge tree and spreads his both hands out. The farmer wondering why the rabbit has not come sees the hands and is curious. He goes to the tree wondering what the hand like the thing is popping out. He touches the right hand and suddenly luckc luckc..his hands are tied, shocked he touches the left hand and luckc luckc his left hand is tried. Out pops the rabbit with a big sack on his shoulder. He laughs at the farmer and runs into the field. He pops all the carrot and eats to his full. His eyes sparkle as Stars. He fills the rest in the sack and walks ohay hoi ohay hoi…with a majestic stride, looking at the farmer with a pitiful look.
He goes to his house, stores the rest of the carrot and goes back to sleep….
Well all my stories to her have, to begin with, okka Ooru (in one town) and I make sure it ends with “the subject finally going to sleep”. This story is also one that I use to bribe her to eat carrots.
Carrot Kurma was introduced to me by Athamma. We normally make Tomato Kurma for Dosas. But hubby dear was thrilled to tell me that his mom makes Carrot Kura for Dosas. Well when I first had this, I was taken over by this combo. And every time I make it, hubby dear never fails to mention that this was his fav.
Step by Step Pictures for making Carrot Kurma