Bengali Desserts

Taler Pitha

There’s a melancholy despair about Bijoya Doshomi. It’s meant to be a day of festivities and celebration, ...

One day to go and She shall be arriving. My lal-par saree has been laundered and ironed. The kansa has ...

Grandma carefully pulls out an old Britannia tin, the colours faded with age, the surface dimpled having ...

A mellow winter morning. I lie on Grandmas ancient four-poster, cocooned in the warmth of a patchwork ...

Playing with dough is my favourite pastime these days. I tear a frugal bit from the ball of dough Didi has ...

A disciplined row of custard apples rests on my kitchen counter. Luscious and plump, from a farm, not far ...

Who would have ever imagined a rustic Pirali Brahmin girl, from a nondescript village in far-flung Jessore, ...

A honey sunshine morning. A verdant green hillock of shelled pea pods stands in front of Didi, fatigued ...

Grandma is not addicted to her paan. (betel leaf) It's only those time-stops-still afternoons, once, maybe ...

I yield to temptation yet again this honey-mellow winter morning. Of cooking with oranges. Plump luscious ...

What's winter without nolen gur ? Grandma would ruminate. I am in my kitchen, bathed in streaks of golden ...

It's Makar Sankranti and my kitchen is a cauldron of furious activity. The chirer doodhpuli and sujir ...