A willowy breeze has already started blowing towards the evening,but I'm not sure what to intepret it as - the nip in the air before winter or the whispering banshee of autumn in its heyday or just plain and simple summer!Because in this part of the world, some of the seasons intermingle and are just a 'touch and go' phenomenon! It is often just the trail that one manages to feel!
Whatever it is,it is reminding me of home!Of Kashful, of Durga Pujo,of clay idols of Maa Durga, the Mother Goddess starting to grace Pujo pandals and all the humdrum surrounding it. Yes, it is that time of the year when the heart jubilantly jumps up to that ultimate festivity which has become the hallmark of a creed.Every heart bears and cradles the joy and happiness that the Mother Goddess's homecoming brings along for one whole year- the lighting up of the streets and pandals, the crispness in the air, the Sanskrit 'Shlokas' and 'Montro' blaring out of loudspeakers from dawn to dusk, the rythmic beat of the 'Dhaks' courted by the madness of the Pujo spirit - everything draws the Bengali to bask in that euphoria.And I for one, am never left out!
Last year, it was Pujo at home but this time it will be a different experience altogether!This year,it will be Pujo in a faraway land where the diaspora will try to give shape to a Pujo weaving it from memories of Pujo back home.And that really sounds intriguing to me!
Now since I have been harping on 'Bengali' and 'Durga Pujo' and blah blah blah,you must have guessed by now that my recipe today will be a Bengali one!And sure enough it is - 'Aloo Fulkopi Posto' which means finely diced cauliflower florets and cubed potatoes fried and cooked in Poppy seed('Posto') paste till the poppy seeds are fried golden.This is an extremely favored and oft-repeated dish at my home and now I too couldn't resist cooking it up since I was slobbering like crazy to have it!The heady aroma of Mustard oil and the fried texture of 'Posto' is what I love about this dish.So here is the way I cooked it!Happy cooking!
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