CHOORI / CHURI – चूरी (Sweet Crumbed Chapatti & Some Memories…)

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No fancy post this onedespite considering that Valentine’s Day is just around the corner. However, it is certainly a post about love since that is what Valentine’s Day is all about. Love for the man I love the mostmy father  J  A man who is not only my father but also my mentor, philosopher, guide, confidante, anchor and most importantly my best friend.  

Growing up, I found him to be somewhat complex man. He was a strict disciplinarian yet I also found him to be a very chilled out person. He was short tempered but a very wise man. This disparity of his nature and character used to confuse my young mind.
I vividly remember this particular incident, when I was in 7th standard perhaps and my brother was in college. Once he and his batch mates didn’t appear for their preliminary exams held right before the boards as a protest against the college management. Since it was mass protest, the college sent their report card to the parents at the home address. My dad retrieved the mail from the mail box and saw the report with nonchalant look on his face. That night at the dinner table, dad very casually asked him, if he had received his mark sheet. My brother went ahead without blinking his eyes“Yes, I got 70 in accountancy, 75 in economics, so and so forth. My dad gently retrieved the report card and placed it on the table before my brother with an amused glint in his eyes. Goes without saying, my brother sank in his chair with absolute guilt. Dad didn’t scold him, scream at him or give him a lecture. He coolly told him, “you should have spoken to me at least, if there was a problem.” It was strange for me seeing my father so cool since my father was known for his temper.
As I grew into an adult, I realized that he was short tempered only for things which we were careless about or didn’t care about despite him telling us not to repeat. Things like not keeping stuff at their place after using them or perhaps invariably keeping our rooms messy. Also, he used to be strict so as to inculcate sound values and strong morals in our character. His own strongest point, I believe, is the strength of his character.
He was otherwise our friend and confidante. My brother and I could confide anything and everything in him. He never ‘led’ the way for us. There was not a single day when we didn’t sit at the dinner table and have a discussion about various things of life – from politics, to family, to spirituality, to certain other sensitive issues. He would help us make our choices by placing before us the consequences of following a plan A or a plan B. He allowed us to make mistakes and learn and was never over protective. By reposing his absolute trust in us, he inculcated in us a sense of responsibility and we rarely wandered off through the maze and many by-lanes of life. He has rather been a very unconventional father in comparison to most other Indian fathers and I speak this from the feedback I got from several of my friends and acquaintances. 

I can’t remember him ever saying, “Look! I told you not to do this and see what happened when you didn’t listen.” Rather he would say, “It is okay. We all make mistakes but I know you will make through this. However, it is sometimes good to learn from the mistakes and experiences of others.”  

I was a well behaved child, but the only time I would give tough time to my parents was at the dinner table. I was a very picky eater; used to loathe veggies. I would make all sorts of excuses to avoid eating them. Dad, on the other hand, would usually not budge from his stance that veggies had to be finished even if I found them icky. There were days, however, when I would emotionally blackmail him by making puppy faces and getting away with not eating veggies. The doting father that he is, he would give in and treat me to choori which I used to happily lap up. Love you dadblessed to have you. Wishing you a long and healthy life J
Now that you are wondering what Choori is, well, simply putting it, it has three ingredients – cooked hot chapatti, some ghee and sugar. It sounds simple but trust me it tastes heavenly! I guess I have passed on my penchant for choori to my daughter who loves it to the core and never seems to get enough of it.
Here is the amount of ingredients I used. Feel free to adjust these to cater to your taste.
2 hot Chapattis (freshly made)
1 tsp Homemade Ghee (adjust +/ -)
2 tsp Sugar (adjust +/ -)
Toasted black and white sesame seeds to sprinkle (optional)
The task of making a choori isn’t easy. Handling hot chapatti is tough and it was invariably my dad who used to make this for me.
Take the hot chapatti and drizzle over the ghee and sugar.
Working with fingers of both the hands, crush the chapatti to medium sized crumbs (as shown in the pic).
Adjust the texture to your liking by crushing it less or more or as desired.
The choori is readyhave it right away and enjoy heaven on earth  J

Note: Ensure that the chapati is not thinly rolled. I usually make somewhat ‘heavy’ chapatis to use for the choori.

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  1. In North India, especially in Punjab and Haryana this form of roti or parantha is quite popular. I remember one of my friends from Haryana would make it with gud(jaggery) and sometimes with brown sugar. She would call it Choorma.’
    At first, I was thinking the flower u have shown in the picture must be the part of the recipie…lol…superb clicks…Love it..

    • You are absolutely right. This is very popular in these two states both of which share a robust cuisine. Many people have it with jaggery as you rightly said but I prefer it with sugar.

      Roasted wheat flour in ghee is what we call Choorma and not crumbed roti.

  2. What lovely memories of your father…he sounds like a wonderful man and role model. I need to google chapatti so I can make an appropriate comment, but till I do, it does look good!!! Beautiful photos as always, too 🙂

    • I don’t blame yo for google-ing for chapatti since it is mostly other flat breads that people know more about such as naan, tandoori roti.

      Chapatti is like roti but thinner than tandoori one and cooked over a skillet.

      Thanks Liz for your kind words 🙂

  3. Dad’s are always wonderful…..we too make this at home…sometimes we add jaggery and make balls too….love being in your space…you have got nice collection of recipes with eye candy pics….keep rocking….

  4. Touching to read through about your dad. There’s a lot I wish I can share about my dad yet I still love him and as my other half says “He is the man who gave me this beautiful woman I am with”.

    I love the idea of what you did with chapattis, great outcome and tempting.

  5. What a lovely post… I loved reading through it… even my uppa has a very bad temper but it would come really rare.. just like urs, my friends used to tell me that he is a class apart, and he is, really friendly and good to talk to… whoever have met him tell me that… 🙂 this looks so good, maybe I should make this for the kids as snack when I have spare chapathis… thanks for sharing…

  6. Unlike you, I was not a well-behaved little girl!
    What a lovely story. Thanks for sharing your memories and this gorgeous recipe. I’m going to try my hand at making it. (Pray for me.)
    And thanks for stopping by my blog so I could find you. Cheers!

  7. Your father sounds like a smart and fair person. =)
    I am not sure if I had come across this dish before. I like the idea of turning the chapatti into small pieces, drizzling it with ghee and sugar and enjoying it in piece at nights.

  8. I love chapatti – but have never had it with sugar and ghee – what an awesome sounding dish. Your dad sounds like he is definitely a man of character – love how he emphasized learning and growing from your mistakes and not dwelling on them.

  9. Your post has revived many happy memories of my parents, they both are not with me (God bless their souls). Meethi roti and choori were my favorite childhood snack, I sometime make it for my daughter with makki ki roti.

  10. This is such a sweet post! I feel the same way about my father. I was always a little scared of him growing up, but later we would talk about everything and anything. He didn’t see me as someone younger and thus didn’t talk down to me (like, sadly, my mother does). We were equals, and could have great conversations. Cheers to your father 🙂

  11. LoL, it’s funny now when you grown up and talking about how you’re brother is so busted…….
    btw, my dad used to be short temper, but eversince all my sisters married and gave him grandsons and granddoughters, he much more calm and it’s freaking me out now….
    i love argue and chit chat with him to made him pissed off, but i’m used to be pissed now because he didn’t take my bait,
    the biggest shock about my father is when my oldest sister ask to married my brother in law who actually didn’t a very pleasan choice for him, but he just replied” go on with your life, i hope you’re proved to me that i was wrong about your man”
    Thank God that she made a perfect choice until now, then my father said that he was wrong…
    it’s pretty big hillarious jokes when we gathered and talked about it
    PS: this post is truely valentine post for me, thx for sharing this chappatti!!!

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