Courtyard And The Kitchen

“The smudged yard where the holy basil used to be, the prayers of dew-drenched Shiulis with their safron stalks; days delicate as the tagar buds, the dawns reclusive like white Kanchans”- Amidst this, wafted the smells of meals prepared with love, care and wisdom. This book reaches out to those memories of grandmother’s nifty hands busy in the kitchen, of a childhood breathing easy under the warm wings of a together family- ekannavarti, of the people with golden hearts and secret receipes from a long forgotten villiage– it’s rivers, orchards and backyard gardens-all that wonderous little things that nourishes life, makes a home. This book is a testimony to the treasures of a humble Bengal kitchen-foods that celebrates bounties of its own soil and water, food that hold histories of flood, festival, famine and migration. These are stories brimming with memories and smells dancing shadows, wafting smells. “The smudged yard where the holy basil used to be, the prayers of dew-drenched Shiulis with their safron stalks; days delicate as the tagar buds, the dawns reclusive like white Kanchans”- Amidst this, wafted the smells of meals prepared with love, care and wisdom. This book reaches out to those memories of grandmother’s nifty hands busy in the kitchen, of a childhood breathing easy under the warm wings of a together family-ekannavarti, of the people with golden hearts and secret receipes from a long forgotten villiage– it’s rivers, orchards and backyard gardens-all that wonderous little things that nourishes life, makes a home. This book is a testimony to the treasures of a humble Bengal kitchen-foods that celebrates bounties of its own soil and water, food that hold histories of flood, festival, famine and migration. These are stories brimming with memories and smells dancing shadows, wafting smells.