Aloor Dum (Bengali Dry Potato Curry)

Potato is the king of all vegetables when it comes to my family. In my childhood, I never imagined surviving a single day without having a potato. Just a plate of rice, butter, and a boiled potato mashed with raw mustard oil with salt would make my day. In addition to it, if it was mixed with some raw grated coconut, One would have found me on cloud nine.

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Kewa Datshi – Bhutanese Delicacy

There are certainly some places that give us a glimpse of heaven. We yearn to travel there to feel the serenity, picturesque beauty of nature, the peace that hovers in the air all around the place. Among many, Bhutan is one such, that is on my wish-list since I got married. After marriage we moved to the USA. We roamed here and there. But what we did most, was relive memories over foods. Yes, food, you hear it right! Staying far away from our native land we kept on relishing on the dishes to feel the touch of our mothers. Apart from it one dish that kept on budging in our life is ‘Kewa Datshi’. Repetitive requests kept on coming from the man to make the dish for him. He spent a few moons in Bhutan due to work. And the memories of the place and its food got embedded in his mind. I started to travel that place virtually through his memories several times. Recreating the tastes of the country without knowing the exact flavour, I tried to inhale the aroma of the place. The sun-kissed silver lined Himalayan Range, the Monasteries, the pristine beauty of nature every time became alive as I served a Bhutanese dish.

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Onion Tomato Chutney(South Indian Style)

Mr. Pie is an ardent Dosa lover and I was not but I love the chutneys ( Coconut & Onion Tomato). Once in a while dipping my fingers in the Sambar and devouring oil coated crispy Dosas were fine but never on regular basis. After I got married to Mr. Pie, most morning breakfasts rushed us to the South Indian Food joint in Kolkata to satiate Mr. Pie’s cravings for Dosa. And I, the newly wed bride, tried to find my happiness in his. Our USA stay did burry under his love for South Indian Food, but if ever he got to know about some South Indian joint a visit became mandatory. Being a dedicated wife, head over heels in love with him, I tried few times to be a Dosa Pro, but failed miserably. I surrendered myself and took my hands off to make Dosa then onwards. Several years passed by, We grew older each year, became proud parents of two beautiful daughters and started to swank the newly bloomed gray hairs. Our food habits got changed, but one thing didn’t change, that was his love for Dosa.

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Pizza Pouches

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If we have a fight ever or arguments, that has to be always over food. Miss Picky Pie, the pickiest eater of the world (I am not exaggerating) sometimes makes my life hell where she leaves me shattered, tattered (again not exaggerating) without any choices or on a bed of junk food to offer. I spend sleep nights, pinning hundreds of recipes on Pinterest when her school is open. Preparing her lunchbox is literally a nightmare to me. Mainly because she leaves for her school at 7.00 am and I have to prepare her lunch box ready by 6.30am. She will not have bread, no Parathas, no noodles, no eggs, no vegetables. She will have only Pasta or Something made out of Potato. So either I make pasta or potato wedges or chilli potato with a side of stir fried sweet corns that she really loves. But again if her friends refuse to share her tiffin because every day they are having the same dish and now want something new, Miss Picky Pie on same note comes back home and demands something new. Friends are the God to her. A word showered from their mouth that means those have to be written with a golden ink and propelled at any cost. And me, the mommy with a nettled heart, thrust my face again in the recipe collections.

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