My unaccounted for absence from nurturing my own blog is unpardonable. I am fully aware of my faults and follies.
Even then, Bengali New Year is occasion enough to share my thoughts, my experiments in kitchen and then either feel good at my successes or be sad. But as I am celebrating Nabonbarsho, I am committed to feel happy and bring a wide green on your faces as well.
These days I am training myself to create menus with sole consideration of the stockpile in my refrigerator and freezer. Hence, while struggling to imagine something new with the ordinary cuts of a whole bhetki fish, frozen and lying to get used up in my freezer, I decided to try out Bhetki r paturi in Convection mode.
But, in Gurgaon, the erstwhile Gurugram, that Duryodhana had gifted his Guru Dronacharya, locating plantain plants is difficult. In these moments of true Bong crisis with food, I was desperate to hoot the one and only vendor selling in DLF...By the way he sells a leaf for Rs 75. Hence, ventured to basically acquire banana leaves, free of cost, with no ambition of being fairplay queen.
Final product was yummy, heavenly
Kucho nimki, narkol naru, malpua, mansher ghughni, keemar shingara, mishti r thalaa, dhok dhok pronaam aar kolakuli.... the childhood memories of Bijoya are too vivid, more so gastronomically. Days have changed, so my son, who is at least 98% clued on Bong was surprised to find, kucho nimkis are manufacturable in Mom's kitchen as well beside the Chittoranjan Park Sweet shops in Delhi. So this time, while I prepared to embrace and entertain a large group of family, Mr D prepared for his France visit for an unavoidable workshop. Little sonny R, upset with his Dad's funny tour plans was trying to find solace in visiting paternal Grandparents from Kolkata. Saptami was chaotic. My Mamashoshur( Husband's Mama) and family had planned a surprise for his sister.... they were visiting us. So even though I prepared a pick up for them from railway station, my in laws were completely in the dark. Even my ten year old son was party to the conspiracy. Chaos bloomed post lunch, I had to...
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