I have always thought of food as a labor love. Growing up, my mother would construct concoctions of warm, inviting Indian dishes daily. Most of her recipes had roots in Bengal, where both my parents are from. The kids were left to peel the garlic for the cooking, which was aplenty, so it was quite a task. It was a fair task to delegate, though, especially given all of the trouble we COULD have gotten into otherwise.
This book centers on the power of food and the sense of community it can bring. Food can be a family affair, evoking emotions of happiness, joy, sorrow, and gratitude. Regardless of cultural background, food is the center of major holidays and family functions, can be given as a heartfelt gift, a token of gratitude, or even a gesture of asking forgiveness. This book describes a series of (mostly) family Bengali recipes, with my favorite family memories weaved in periodically. I hope you enjoy it!
This book centers on the power of food and the sense of community it can bring. Food can be a family affair, evoking emotions of happiness, joy, sorrow, and gratitude. Regardless of cultural background, food is the center of major holidays and family functions, can be given as a heartfelt gift, a token of gratitude, or even a gesture of asking forgiveness. This book describes a series of (mostly) family Bengali recipes, with my favorite family memories weaved in periodically. I hope you enjoy it!
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