Desserts

Bel Pana Tart (Wood Apple Tart)

The bel tree was not my favourite tree in Grandmas backyard. Well, far from it. And there was ample reason ...

Do remember to get my khejur knata, Grandma reminds Bapi as he takes the last sip of tea from the bone-china ...

Payeshpata, it was much later that I came to know they were far more familiar as Pandan leaves in the ...

The pot of milk, battered with age and use, sits on the stove, a low flame providing the needed ...

Grandma is in the kitchen, seated on her ancient pnire, the twin oonoons are still at work despite the late ...

It’s the afternoon before Sankranti. The house is a cauldron of frenzied activity, the aroma of nolen gur ...

What are those ? A curious me asks Didi, pointing to the soot-blackened earthenware that she, after minutes, ...

Mrs Browns Dundee Cake, S had exclaimed when I had asked if he had any preferences for the cake we would be ...

Thursdays are special. These are Lokkhibaar, days when Grandma and Maa offer prayers to the generous Goddess ...

It’s a rain-drenched July afternoon. A knock on the door shakes me out of slumber. Such an ideal weather ...

No one in the school, not even Durwanji, with his pretentious twirling moustache, and usually an ...

And the milk splits again. No, I shall not blame the milk. Despite the multiple misses, S and I have not ...