Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Delhi belly, number six.

Late-night cravings for my sweet tooth.

This was one of the moments that I had waited for all trip: Bengali sweets, named after the region where they originate. Reminiscent of childhood potlucks and family get-togethers, I still remember as a child how the shopkeeper at Mistaan Catering & Sweets would always offer free samples of jalebi and gulab jamun as I waited (oh-so patiently of course) for my father to receive his order of these precious, little delights. 


Ladoos, or what my brother used to get
on his tests according to my mother
(aka big fat eggs/zeros). 

Sweet, milky treats that always made me
question whether the silver was edible.

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