Showing posts with label Jhal. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jhal. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 8, 2014

Dhokar Dalna – Home-made Instant Dhoka -- Something tasty and interesting

Dhoka, another Bengali special dish.

Bangali’s like to use rhyming words in their food affair also.  Rhymes also have an affair in life with people. That’s something some like and others detest…here I won’t say hate, as this is very strong but I can say dislike rhyming kitchen words. Ha ha ha! That’s how life in kitchen is simplified and eased making fun as you cook…with whom, why self…talk to self and that’s one way to keep the mind occupied.

Dalna goes with Dolma, Bhaja with Bhuji, Ranna with Banna, Jhol handles Jhal , Makha has makhi to go with it…rest for you to complete.

Wednesday, September 18, 2013

Chaltar Tak/Ambol with Tak-Misti-Jhal Taste – Elephant Apple Sweet and Sour Chutney


The Chalta came to my house as a gift from a friend. Chalta is not commonly found and is rare. I had seen a Chalta tree in one of my Uncle’s house. That was the first and last I have seen a Chalta tree. The tree bears lots of fruit at one time and this is seasonal sour fruit cooked to make tak/anbol/chutney.
Chalta is known as Elephant Apple in English.

When I got the Chalta/Elephant Apple, I was very happy as I was thinking about it few days back. I knew I had to spend some time dressing the Chalta before cooking it.

Friday, May 17, 2013

Malpua – Kuch Meetha Ho Jaye




Today is a sweet day. “Sweet day?” eyebrows go up.

“God have I made a wrong expression?” I ask my good self. Phat (abrubtly) came the reply. “No not at all.” I heard the answer. Was it a soliloquy? No, no grammar, no drama, no more questions.

This post is all about making a sweet dish and that’s all. Always it is Jhol, Jhal, Tarkari, Ambol, Tak, Dal, Mangsho, Bhaja, Jolkhabar, and what not to find as I peruse my spot. Today I want to stick to something Mishti (sweet).

The love for Malpua at home makes me prepare this food item many times. But let me share a secret. This happens when the skin of the bananas becomes black, and no one bothers to touch and relish it. It is then my Malpuas come up.