Another Ramadhan Staple

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These are so tasty, so good, so irresistible, that not a single will be left- no matter how many you make.

They're called, 'aloo, anday, chicken, cheese kababs'. Quite a mouthful... literally.

So let's get started.

Step 1- Take 1/2 kg chicken breast, chop into 2 inch cubes in plop into a pot and add:

2 tsp ginger garlic paste
2 tsp salt
4 tbsp soy sause
1.5 tsp crushed red chillies
1 tsp black pepper

Sprinkle with a little water, mix thoroughly and let cook until water is dry. Take care it doesn't burn. This will take about half an hour. In a chopper, chop the chicken well.

Step 2- Take 1/2 kg potatoes and boil till well done. Peel and mash.

Step 3- Boil 2 eggs, peel and chop in chopper.

Step 4- Put all the above in a big bowl.

Step 5- Put 4 tbsp of cream cheese into the bowl.

Step 6- Mix all really well and make into medium oval shaped balls. Dip in egg, then bread crumbs and deep fry over medium heat for about 7 to 8 minutes till golden brown.

Yummy!


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