What is it about winter that makes me yearn for comfort food ? I muse this morning.
Maybe its the nip in the air, the mist-veiled morning, the sun playing bo-peep through the blanket of fog. That make me wallow in honey-sweet nostalgia. And I wish I could laze all day – remain curled up in bed. Tucked under my blanket. With a book that has been imploring me to finish reading her for weeks now. A cup of Darjeeling. And when I do feel the pangs of hunger, a huge bowl of comfort food.
Comfort food !! What do I want this morning ? I ask myself.
A bowl of piping hot thupka ?
A rustic dalna of potatoes and cauliflower, may be some green peas thrown in ? With a bowl of fragrant gobindobhog rice.
Or just a bowl of fish stew ? As i remember that gorgeous bhekti that’s resting in my refrigerator.
And a fish stew, Bengali style, it finally is. Fish and a medley of winter vegetables. Cauliflowers and carrots. Peas and cabbage leaves. Some fresh spinach that I snip and throw in at the very end. Cooked in milk. Perfumed with grated ginger and the holy troika of whole spices, cinnamon, cloves and green cardamom, pummeled with my pestle. Finished with a profligate abundance of coarsely ground black pepper.
Some bread I had baked last evening to mop all that goodness with.
Enjoy !!! As I return to my book.