There’s something romantic about a grey overcast morning.
The sulking clouds.
The drunken gales.
The trees whipped to obsequious submission.
The torrential downpours.
The intoxicating fragrance of the wet earth.
The smudged horizons.
A family of fledgling birds seeking shelter within the mildewed rafters.
The odd toadstool peeping coyly through the verdant green of the garden.
And in the midst of all the theatrics of nature, when my fishmonger calls to inform he’s got some gorgeous pabda in the morning’s consignment from Kolkata and his help shall deliver the fish, gutted and cleaned, to my place, need I say I am smiling like a Cheshire Cat !!!!
The pabda arrives.
And now I potter around the kitchen, brewing yet another cup of Darjeeling, praying peace return to the hills, (there’s no space for violence in the bliss of paradise), all the while wondering what to do with the beautiful shimmering-silver pabda with their proud yet-to-be-trimmed whiskers !!!
I settle for a simple Doodh Pabda, Maa’s recipe, earthy and delectable.
So a Doodh Pabda it is for lunch this rain-blessed morning. Gorgeous pabda. Delectable sun-dried boris. A splutter of kalonji. A generous splash of pristine milk. The fierce rage of green chillies. The aroma of grated ginger. Divine !!!
And if you do love your pabda as much as I do, my kumro pabda is yet another must-try, guaranteed to transport you to food heaven !!!