The Bengali in me yearns for a posto fix this mellow honey sunshine morning.
And even before I have blinked, the poppy seeds have been soaked in warm water and ground to a paste. With an extravagance of mean green chillies.
Heaped spoonfuls of poppy seed paste disappear into a bowl.
More chillies. This is wicked !!!
Finely chopped onions.
A generous glug of golden mustard oil.
A stir and my posto bata is ready. Waiting to be relished with rice.
But before long the euphoria is over and it dawns on a thrifty me that I am still left with an abundance of poppy seed paste.
And I now fervently look around for what I could pair the leftover posto with.
Potatoes ? Potatoes and ridgegourd ?
May be something less commonplace ? Bottlegourd ? Green papaya ?
A kaleidoscope of delectable options but I finally settle in for Katla Posto, been quite a while I have relished the adorable katla slathered with wicked chilli-spiked posto. And a profusion of coriander leaves for that soothing freshness.
Katla Posto, yet another from my repertoire of Bengali classics. Divine with a bowl of piping hot rice.