Bengali Food Blog

My Honey Ricotta Cheesecake

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

S and I both love our books. Nothing gives us more joy than spending endless hours idling around with ...

An Amphan-battered Bengal inches back to normalcy. Rising from the devastation left behind by the diabolical ...

I hear the monstrous storm pummel the doors. The windows fling open and shut, toyed upon by the diabolical ...

Delhi was explosion on my food senses. The decadent world of Mughlai cuisine left me spellbound and ...

Bapi rarely cooked. And that wasn’t because he didn’t know how to cook. In fact, he adored cooking. The ...

The second week of lockdown. And I wake up craving for sugar. I bring it up to S as we sip our morning ...

I have been extremely worried out Maa - she and Mashi have been alone ever since our house-help left for her ...

The fifth morning of lockdown. We are getting used to blissful time-stop-still mornings - ...

Its the fourth morning of the lockdown. The tension in the air is palpable. There’s uncertainty. There’s ...

The giants have been a dismal failure, S and I discuss as we sip our morning coffee. It is the third morning ...

The second day of lockdown and I wake up to a world of uncanny calm. No noxious fume-belching yellow ...