After twelve long years I re-visited Krishnanagar, where I went to
college.
The food experience in Krishnanagar was a pleasant surprise. The planned
visit did not work but something else came up to postpone my return to Kolkata and
to have fun! And, I overate!
After seven long years I am back home to give my ill mom my company.
I also learnt that two
of my college teachers have left the mortal world untimely. A feeling of
insecurity I never knew before captured me and has suddenly reminded / made me
realize that this generation is not forever; we forget this truth because we are
accustomed to their existence, their support and help and advice, because we always
have them with us. I decided to meet my teachers who were still there, before I
miss my last opportunity. It was a feeling of urgency.
I rushed to Krishnanagar, after about twelve years, where I studied
English literature and where the senior most teacher of our department of
English was living even after his retirement.
Everything has changed on that street and it was not so easy to find the
house. I pushed the calling bell. A young girl appeared and I asked for my
teacher. “He has sold this house and left this town a few years back”. But she
called her mother who shared a mobile number with me which supposedly, belonged
to my teacher. Sad and disappointed, I left for some local sweets shop, to have
“lunch”. Krishnanagar is very famous for sweets. In fact, the whole Bengal is famous for sweet delicacies. And there are
regional specialities, special sweets of different districts or even of
different villages. Sarpuria and sarbhaja are the most well known to outsiders
but after living there for quite some years, I know, that Krishnanagar can
boast of various types of high quality sweet dishes: khirer singara, chhanar
murki, for example!
| Khirer Singara |
| Sarbhaja |
I met a friend of mine. He and his wife invited me to attend their
marriage anniversary party planned on the next day. But for me the party started
immediately with a home cooked lunch by his mom, with shak, machher jhol. When
I lived in Bengal , these were all very common,
part of everyday life. Even if I always enjoyed the food, I never thought that
I would write about them. Unless you live the life of an expatriate, you don’t
realize the enormous significance of some small things of your own culture. Even though I never was homesick, I sometimes missed our food and that is how I became a good cook. So, for the next two days I enjoyed every bit of the typical bori bhaja, shak, panch mishali torkari, posto die alu ar dantar chachchori, peyanj koli and dhone pata bata, gol alu bhaja.
Every meal was followed by sweets. Sorry, I did not take photos of everything.
| The Thursday Lunch: Rice and Some of the Delicious Vegetarian Side Dishes |
Many of us do not eat non-vegetarian food on Thursdays, I guess, because it is the day for worshiping Lakshmi, the goddess of wealth. So, auntie prepared many vegetarian dishes. But in Bengal we usually offer fish to guests. So, she explained the reason behind the pure vegetarian meal to me which she did not need to, because I was more than happy. I don't have words to express how much I enjoy these typical Bengali veg daily dishes. These are something I missed for years. Where in Europe could I possibly find sojne danta? I rarely found patol (pointed gourd) in Pune and it was always costly. And I missed bori so much that in Germany I made some on my own. So, I appreciate very much her effort and affection with which she prepared all these for us:
| Bori Bhaja |
| Panchmishali Torkari |
| Posto die Alu ar Dantar Chachchori |
This is actually potato and Indian
drumsticks cooked with poppy seed paste.
After the lunch auntie (your friend's mother is like your mother and to be equally respected, so "Aunt"!) offered me some mango-flavoured rasogolla. This rasogolla with the mild flavour of unripe mango was a new experience for me. Though I am born and brought up in Bengal, I somehow, missed an opportunity to taste it.
| Mango-flavoured Rasogolla |
In contrast to our lunch, our dinner was all chicken with chicken pakora as the starter and doi-murgi, chicken cooked in yogurt sauce, as the main course because a party without anything non-veg is unimaginable in Bengal. But bear in mind, we do not eat beef or pork. :-D
Out hostess, my friend's wife, prepared the main course for us. We had it with ruti (very thin Fladenbrot) of rice flour. She did her job very well. The doi-murgi was very tasty.
Out hostess, my friend's wife, prepared the main course for us. We had it with ruti (very thin Fladenbrot) of rice flour. She did her job very well. The doi-murgi was very tasty.