Winter Pithe

Payeshpatar Patishapta (My version of Kuih Dadar)

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

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

Even after the euphoria of Sankranti, the celebration of Mother Earth and her produce, is long over, the ...

Has it ever happened, you are in the midst of cooking, when to utter dismay and indescribable frustration, ...

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

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 ...

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 ...

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 ...