I grew up Bengali.
Having fish for lunch and dinner, prefering rice over roti, fond of monsoon and very unlike a Bengali, running at the mention of sweets packed in khoya or paneer and deep-fried in ghee. Bengalis love their sweets. Period.
I’m still fond of monsoon…especially the extra-stormy ones. And I’d choose rice over roti anyday.
I still run at the mention of “ghee”.
And I’m still totally fishy.
Uh, ok….that didn’t come out right. What I mean is, I still slobber at the thought of fish (or any kind of seafood for that matter)…any kind. Salmon, Hilsa, Cod, Pomfret especially.
I reached the Sunday market early to get a load of fresh fish. Wasn’t disappointed.
