Bengali Food Photography

Mete Peyajkoli (Stir-fried Goat Liver with Onion Stalks)

Just a couple of days before I head back home, Maa and I are at our local vegetable market and that the array ...

The walk shall be long, Bapi cautions, are you sure you want to walk all the way ? I nod in ...

Wake up, Bapi whispers into my ears, the bus shall be here at six sharp. Ten more minutes, I request ...

Christmas is about celebration, festivities and joy. The joy of life. The joy of sharing and ...

A close friend sends me a gorgeous cabbage from her garden this morning. It’s not easy to grow cabbage, she ...

The shrill of the telephone bell punctuates the serene tranquil of a mist-laced autumn-melting-into-winter ...

Manikkaka gets home a plump little cauliflower, august with its pompous crown of green. I am elated. We are ...

One autumn evening, Bapi brings home a pair of binoculars. A childhood friend of his had been visiting and he ...

It’s a sultry summer morning, the ancient fan whirring above struggles to provide any respite from the ...

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 ...