One of my brother's favourites! During Ramadan and Eid, he likes to go a step further and crumble his kebabs on top of his plate of Sana Bazi (chick pea dish). These are enjoyed best when eaten fresh from the frying pan - they're mouth-wateringly juicy! (Leaving cooked kebabs overnight in the fridge turns them dry and chewy)
Showing posts with label Bengali Eid. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bengali Eid. Show all posts
Friday, 12 July 2013
Sunday, 19 May 2013
Shemai (Milky Vermicelli Pudding)
The type of food my mum
prepared for both announced and unannounced guests always told me something about
their ranking! You had the everyday sort
of guests, no-one special; usually a neighbour – a cup of tea and a plate of
biscuits would suffice. Then you had the
middle of the range guests – some sort of savoury snack made fresh (and usually
fried) would be presented before the tea came out in our best cups and
saucers. And then there were the
prestigious guests who received all of the above plus this wonderful pudding (and more if they were coming to dinner)!
My favourite part of cooking
this dish is the minute after the cinnamon and cardamom enter the boiling
water. I used to, and still do hover
over the cooker to inhale the delightful aroma rising up in the air as the
spices release their magic!
Saturday, 20 April 2013
Fiyaizi (Crunchy Lentil Dumplings)
My Nan’s
favourite!
Fiyaizis,
along with Sana Bazi (black chick pea stir fry), are served fresh on the
streets of Bangladesh. They’re available
all year round, but especially popular during the month of Ramadhan. My family travelled to the city of Sylhet
many times whilst I was growing up and so I got to eat a lot of them!
I still
remember the delightful aroma escaping the bag which my Hufa (uncle) carried
into the house on his way back from the mosque after sunset prayers. He would start calling to everyone in the
house from the porch but the spicy smell would have already summoned most of
us! Hufa would unwrap the softened
newspaper parcels and invite us to tuck in.
Hands would dive in and out as fiyaizis were devoured by the houseful of
extended family during our stay. If she
happened to be visiting, a parcel especially for my Nan would be passed along
to her.
Fiyaizi Recipe
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