I'm having the time of my time, writing this blog.
I was crossing CR park recently, going to Kalkaji for some work. At first glance something struck me. It was as if the place was calling me.
I had meetings and was busy throughout the day, so it got blanked out of my mind, but the thought came back in the evening and I couldn't get it out of my head. So I went back there the next day.
The place came to me as a blast from the past - Dum Dum, New Market, Burra Bazar, Park Street, Tangra, New Empire Cinema, Salt Lake, Ultatanga.
It took me back fourteen years to when I was working in the, then called Calcutta. Memories came flooding back, of long lost friends, ex-colleagues, the people, places, markets, food joints, Bangla drinking sessions (country liquor from a government vend) and of course Moori Ghonto.
Though I was doing my chef understudy there, my initiation in to Bengali cuisine didn't come in the hotel kitchen I was working in, but at Chef Mukherjee's home.
A couple of drinks with some lovely snacks and then came the main course, Moori Ghonto. Moori meaning fish head and Ghonto being a mix of things, usually with moong dal and sometimes vegetables or rice.
Moori Ghonto is a delicacy and me being the guest of honour (this being my welcoming party) and my initiation in to becoming a babumoshai, Mrs. Mukherjee served me the dal with the fish head.
Now! At that time I wasn't a fish eater and I pretty much used to hate the stuff. And there was this poor fish staring at me and I was staring back and everyone was staring at me wanting to know how did babumoshai like the Bengali delicacies of delicacies.
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