Bengali Food Photography

Fish Stew, Bengali Style

What is it about winter that makes me yearn for comfort food ? I muse this morning. Maybe its the nip in the ...

I adore winters when it comes to cooking. All the fresh produce that Mother Earth blesses us with. All the ...

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

Dada is super-excited. Almost gasping for breath, he tries to awaken me from sleep. Still in a realm of ...

The doorbell rang. The jarring shrill piercing the lull of a parched summer afternoon. A kind of ominous ...

Its less than a week to Sankranti and my kitchen is in a manic frenzy cooking a decadent spread of pithe, ...

Grandma sat on a cane mora, her back to the gorgeous winter sunshine, instructing Didi how to prepare the ...

It's long past sunset. The last vestiges of the evening sun have ebbed out. The crimson of the twilight sky ...

A hullabaloo wakes me this chilly morning. Far from amused, I open half an eye to probe what's amiss. Then ...

That's the Orion. Bapi points out to me and Dada in a hushed whisper of a tone. The Hunter in the Sky. Look ...

Not too long back, the world was smaller. I ruminate as I stir my pot of Komola Moong Dal this ...

The Raj, as any colonial historian would remind you, was perpetually on the move. Administering a ...