A Note before we begin:
I deliberately haven’t included history in the main body as this article is about my experiences. However, New Market (earlier Sir Stuart Hogg Market) is a historical place and many will be interested in the background, especially my readers from other countries. So at the end of this article, there are a few useful external links on New Market- which is more than a century old British era shopping arcade and Nahoum’s- the Jewish Bakery inside the market. I have also mentioned several shops in New Market in my write-up. I have given a list of my favourite shops, containing one sentence introduction and location on Google map, at the end. Happy reading! Continue reading A Winter Afternoon in New Market
“দিদি, দাশ কেবিন আসছে!”
No, the restaurant couldn’t really walk. This was actually a coded communication between my sister and me.
Continue reading ‘Moglai Porota’ at Das Cabin and Chutnification of some Childhood Memories
Potatoes played a central role in our kitchen because that was the only vegetable my hardcore non-vegetarian Ba would willingly eat. The only time my mom could make him eat vegetables properly was when he was down with severe hepatitis in his 50s. But the moment he got better he went back to his choice of protein. The man is 85 now and can still easily digest an entire goat. His idea of eating vegetables was eating mostly the potatoes in the dish along with one or two pieces of the veggies. For example he would eat 6 aloo cubes along with 2 potol halves in aloo potoler dalna. As a result, putting potato in everything was mandatory.
Continue reading Potato Skin Fries: My New Go To Fries made out of Kitchen Discard
I feel Bengalis have a strong relationship with eggs. The first word we learn to speak could be Ma, but I strongly suspect the very next word that gets stored in our vocabulary with a permanent marker is Mamlet (Bengali for omelette). Then the love spreads to boiled, fried, scrambled eggs right up to adulation for Calcutta egg rolls and Calcutta biryani. So, it’s no surprise that my very first encounter with Parsee food was in form of an akoori. Continue reading A Bong Woman’s Bawi Pleasures at the Parsee Food Festival!
A Postcard to Prawn Cutlet
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Shingara and I were never very compatible in my growing up years. One reason could be that whenever I had them, they helped add generously to my already voluminous figure. But then, so did peyanji, beguni and egg rolls and I never held any grudges against them. The other reason could be that Continue reading Ishsh….Shingara!
‘Mashima, malpua khamu’ (Roughly translated: Can I have some malpuas, aunt?) was my first introduction to the word ‘Malpua’. Do I see a smile on the faces of all the hardcore Uttam Suchitra fans who Continue reading Malpua Memories