How did I miss the one on Puchka? Visiting Kolkata long time back, as a small kid, I was always deprived of puchkas. Des parents always tried to scar(e) me with horrible tales about des anatomic deformities of puchka-man's digits. [whoa] It only made puchka all the more desirable and adventerous. Forget Leh-Ladakh, today I am a self proclaimed puchka eating champion. :D
Originally posted by: vaibhav_arora
...an ode to the jhol .... did'tcha? ;)
But nothing as compared to Kolkata when it gets to puchka innovations. :D Kolkata has the jhol patented, trust me! Natwarlalji's experiments with puchka-jhol is another example. The trick is to get it served with amar prem (infinite love) :)
Kolkata has the jhol patented, trust me! Natwarlalji's experiments with puchka-jhol is another example.
Originally posted by: brishti
and incidentally - jhol = curry. jawl = water ;) :brishti
Eh-lo?? :confused: I know what jhol* is (*I should, I went to CR park once). If i meant water, I'd have said bisleri. So please not to be going all Natwarlal on me.
Note that those golgappas earlier are not filled with water. :D (cheaper copycats have come up, and one can even get these at some low budget weddings too, where I suspect romanoff is used. How terrible).
p.s. surely you didn't expect an ode to the jhol .... did'tcha? ;)
The picture looks delightful, but hardly appetizing from the hardcore phuchka lover's perspective. I agree that the " absolut pure liquid from a sealed bottle" has its attraction, and works with the gol gappa, but is no match for the jhol, which is in a class of its own, not to mention of the phuchka itself. The kick is of a different kind in both cases, one explodes in your mouth, the other goes to your head, but the phuchka lover is always clear in the choice of his poison.
Eh-lo?? :confused: I know what jhol* is (*I should, I went to CR park once).
pap - that's one HELLOFA repartee :) bahut khub ! bhery good.
you know that saying nah ... people say marriage brings spice, tears, happiness, flavour and taste to life. but the Phuchka does a much better job... :D
another comment on the article in my email
1) no stupid plastic gloves. Thorough mashing and mixing by bare hand with care and love. WYSIWYG (What you see is what you get). I hate all these plastic glove wearing food sellers here. Who do they think they are, neurosurgeons !!
2) I think the freshness is oversold. The tamarind water actually gets better with time, like fine wine. If you have ever been to the places where they make those golden balls, you'll know that they are not made for daily replenishment. Again, are you expecting baguettes? This is no French bakery stuff.
3) Observing the daily evening phuchka-puja ritual, primarily worshipped by young Kolkata women, is a great way to watch this sect. Recently I saw the same type of ritual in Kathmandu, where a similar sect of young women were thoroughly immersed in worshipping jhal momos (momos in chili paste). *giggle* never thought about this one !!