Palak Gosht (Mutton Curry with Spinach)

This post was originally published on April 3, 2018. I updated the recipe after testing it a few more times, and so decided to re-publish it. 

When I first left Islamabad for the United States, I didn’t cry. On the plane in between bouts of sleep, I kept thinking of the thick bamboos lined alongside the lawn in our home. I would enjoy looking at them from our TV room. They had grown tall enough to brush and bump against its windows on a windy day. I was thinking of Jahangir, our gardener watering the plants under the forgiving gaze of the early evening sun, quietly moving from one pot to the next.

Soon after I left, my mother got the bamboos cut and my father fired Jahangir for reasons that I don’t quite understand and that I don’t completely forgive them for. Jahangir had been coming to our house since I was ten years old. His daily presence and the quiet hum of our garden that he had built over the course of fifteen years had come to thread together my memories of home.

It’s funny how when we look back at places, it’s the strangest scenes that stick.

When I was getting ready to pack after my two months in Pakistan, my mother kept asking if I had had a good trip. She was worried because I was leaving stressed and frustrated, mostly because of work but also because I was leaving with things unfinished.

Given that I had come to Pakistan for two months, I had a long list of things I wanted to “accomplish” (see last post). Places to see. Collaborations to pursue. People to reconnect with. But of course, if you are from Pakistan, you know that Pakistan and Pakistanis are notoriously difficult to predict. Time is fluid except when it’s not. People are flexible except when they are not. So weeks passed by, I went around in circles, and ultimately grew frustrated and restless.

And so I gave my poor mother a mixed response, “It’s been good but I’m ready to go back”.

As I have settled back into my life at Juarez, a new crop of memories have slyly begun to appear. As I’m typing, I’m overhearing the cries of the “radee wala” (recycling guy) bike outside my parents’ house. Of our home building up to a steady chatter in the late morning. Of experiencing a distinct shift of seasons – putting away the heaters, opening the windows and letting the air and sound of my father’s clamoring parakeets in.

I know now, what the trip did, what it “accomplished”. It colored the fading backdrop of Islamabad in my mind. Against this enriched backdrop, I can now place the time spent with my aunts, uncles, cousins, friends and parents. Of digging my nails into ripe oranges under the gentle winter sun. Of drinking doodh patti while listening to qawwali alongside the centuries-old Buddha caves. Of finally paying attention, and noting the gradual transitions to retirement, parenthood, early adulthood.

Luckily, in February, Saptarshi also visited, and I had the luxury of playing tourist with him. Together we dragged my mother to show us old Pindi. We walked through moti bazar, the old spice market and then to the vibrant but dilapidated Jamia Masjid. My father took us to Taxila and then, to the Gurdwara Panjab Sahib in Hassan Abdal where we watched small turbaned school children play against the steady hum of Sikh prayer in the evening. On the way, we ate some fish - seating ourselves inside a neon-colored booth in one of the many restaurants lined on GT road – squirting small wedges of orange-lime on to deep-fried fish that we then tore in with some naan.

We visited my beloved Lahore, where Saptarshi said he got his first taste of “real Punjab”, thanks to our rental car driver Imran, a fast-talking hustler who became our de facto tour guide. Thanks to Imran, we began our tour with a quick visit to Data Sahib. From there, we went to the magnificent Badshahi Mosque; got lost in the old walled city; stepped inside the quiet but gorgeous Wazir Khan mosque; took a Qingchi and grabbed some greasy mutton karhai doused in oil and black pepper near Anar Kali.

Back in Islamabad, we ate more meals at home than we did out, which is what we wanted. We enjoyed my Qaiser Mamoon’s famous mutton karhai. Always served directly in the wok it was prepared in, we reached over to fight for the richly flavored masala at the bottom of the pan. At home, my special requests included nirgasi koftay – hard-boiled eggs nestled inside sliced, richly flavored koftay (meatballs); aloo paratha (flatbread with potato stuffing) that our home cook, Shehnaz painstakingly prepares by gently pressing spiced potatoes between flattened dough before oiling and heating it on the tawa.

I also ate a ton of goat. Since my father doesn’t eat red meat, my mother was happy to have a partner in crime. Every week, we would have a different variation of goat curry: aloo gosht (goat with potatoes), shaljam gosht (goat with turnips), gobi gosht (goat with cauliflower) and finally, my favorite, palak gosht (goat with spinach).

During my last week, Shehnaz taught me how to prepare this old favorite. She said that I lived too far, otherwise she would pack it in Tupperware and send it with me so I don’t ever have to miss it or worry about preparing it. I told her that this way was better.

Some Tips on Ingredients and Preparation

• What cut of mutton to use? In Pakistan, we didn't request for a specific cut of mutton. We would just ask the butcher to cut the requested amount in small pieces. After I moved overseas, upon Madhur Jaffrey's recommendation, I now request for shoulder, which generally works well with these type of mutton curries.
• How much spinach to use? Don't stress too much about the volume of spinach. I have recommended roughly 1 lb., but you can use less. I will however, caution against using frozen spinach. Even after thawing it, it releases a lot of water, which can significantly dilute the taste of the curry. I have also found that leafy spinach is generally the best complement to the rich goat masala.
• Onion and tomato ratio: My general rule is to do equal part onion to equal part tomato, and together they should weigh the same amount as the protein that you are using (in this case the mutton.)
• Don't skimp on the "bhuno" process with the mutton: Bhuna is an important South Asian technique of cooking, which means to fry an ingredient in the masala really well until it starts to caramelize and give out oil (Hooked on Heat.) The longer you fry the mutton in the masala base, the more flavorful and tender it will become.

Palak Gosht (Mutton Curry with Spinach)

Palak gosht is a hearty mutton curry with spinach that's very popular in Pakistan, especially in Punjab.

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Prep Time 20 minutes mins

Cook Time 2 hours hrs 40 minutes mins

Total Time 3 hours hrs

Course Main Course

Cuisine Indian, Pakistani Cuisine

Servings 4 people

Ingredients

  

• 1 lb. mutton with bone chopped in small pieces
• 1 ½ teaspoon salt or to taste
• 4 tablespoon oil (canola/sunflower/vegetable)
• 1 medium-sized yellow onion sliced in half rings
• 1 teaspoon crushed ginger
• 1 teaspoon crushed garlic
• 1 bird’s eye chili diced (optional)
• 1 ½ teaspoon cayenne red powder
• 2 teaspoon coriander powder
• ½ teaspoon turmeric powder
• 4 roma tomatoes roughly chopped
• 1 lb. leafy spinach roughly diced

Instructions

 

• Rub 1 teaspoon salt on to the mutton pieces. Set aside.
• Heat oil in a stockpot. When hot, add chopped onions, and fry on medium heat until soft and translucent, about 7-10 minutes.
• Add crushed ginger and garlic, and fry for roughly 30 seconds.
• Add green chili (if using) and ground spices, and fry for roughly 1 minute until fragrant. Deglaze the pot with a splash of water if needed.
• Add diced tomatoes, and the remainder of the salt. Fry tomatoes on high heat until soft, about 5-7 minutes.
• Add chopped mutton, and continue to fry on high heat for 15-20 minutes.
• Add roughly 3 cups water (just enough for the meat to be completely submerged) and cover with a tight fitting lid. Bring to simmer, and let the curry cook on medium-low heat for 1 ½ hour.
• Lift cover and fold in diced spinach. Partially cover the stockpot, and let it simmer for another 30 minutes.
• Check for salt, and adjust as needed. If there is still excess liquid, remove lid and increase heat to high to boil out some of the water.
• Serve with roti, plain basmati rice or a vegetarian pulao of your choice.

Keyword mutton, spinach