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A sweet and tangy breakfast

'What for breakfast' is the usual, yet difficult question that I tackle on a daily basis. I like to break the monotony of the standard staples, even if the difference is just in the way it is prepared. So, when I found this recipe of Gojju Avalakki here, I immediately made a note of it and tried it. And, it was delicious!

Uma-My musings
There are various versions of making poha or beaten rice flakes. Ask any Maharastrian and they'd say that Kanda poha and adrak chai is comfort food during monsoon. And, I agree! I also make lemon poha (with just the tempering and a dash of lemon juice added in the end). A slightly different tempering with a generous dose of grated coconut makes for another of poha delicacy. Lastly, how can I forget the sweetened poha made with jaggery, coconut, topped with cashews and raisins? This is also a Jamnashtami special dish (the festival is right round the corner, so this might come in handy for a quick naivediyam.)

So, I now have the gojju avalakki added to my list of poha versions. Thanks, TGND!

So, how do you like your poha? Do you have your interesting versions to add here? I'd love to know.
*Visit the links mentioned to get the recipes. I've added the ones that specify the method I follow.


  1. Yet to try out poha :) Have tried it once and was delicious!

    1. Do try and let me know, Aathira!

    I so miss it :(

    1., you must make this and eat, Red. Or come home and I'll make it for you :-)

  3. I dont think i have had one .. but would love to do so someday :)


    1. I hope you get to eat this someday, Bikram :-)

  4. I tried it my own way but with the ingredients that u mentioned in your is delicious,,,thank you..i have one more poha dish to make..:)

    1. yayay, I'm glad that you liked it :-)))

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    1. It tastes delicious too, Onkar :-)

  6. I love poha in various forms too. :) Gojju Avalakki was a recent addition to our kitchen, and we all loved it. Am glad you tried it out and liked it as well.

    Do try out Aloo Poha the Gujarati way. Am not sure if you'll like it - it is laden with sweet and sour - but you can try it out once, at least. Also, if you want to, you can go easy on the sweet and sour, or skip the sweet altogether. Don't forget to let me know how it turns out for you! :) I'd love to know.

    BTW, I'd heard of Kanda Poha, but never tried it. Have bookmarked the recipe you have linked to here. Will try it out soon.

    1. Hey TGND, thanks for much for the recipe. I'll definitely try it out and let you know how it turns out :-)

  7. Here's how I make the aloo poha:


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