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An old family recipe

This recipe of Macher Mudi Ghonto is my thamma’s recipe, my paternal grandmother’s, passed down to my mom. Singaporean’s make curried fish heads. Japanese use fish cheeks. This preparation can be best described as a fish head pulao, except the shape of the fish head is not preserved while cooking. It isn’t that we are queasy watching the fish head looking back at us. After all, we do have the other famous Bengali preparation “macher matha diye moong daal” moong lentil with fish head, where one can look deeply into fish eyes and suck its brains out with great gusto.
My thamma was an immigrant, the kind that the Brits created by partitioning Bengal into east and west. She was a young mother when she left her home in Bangladesh to arrive in Kolkata. Like many immigrants from those days, they had left their home with nothing to rebuild from scratch. Her family, my dad and his siblings, grew up in cramped quarters in Kolkata. In today’s world, we have become so sedentary that we need constant reminders to get off our ass to get some movement in. I remember her as one who moved continuously. She was either drawing water from the communal tap or cooking in her 30 sq ft kitchen or feeding the extended family or washing or cleaning. When she sat down, it would be to pray and meditate. I remember her as deeply religious, she would constantly chant prayers while working and when possible, run her fingers through her prayer beads. On one rare occasion, I remember her drawing an intricate Madhubani sketch on a child’s slate with chalk. She had an amazing hand and patience for fine details. In another world, she might have made a good surgeon.
Read the rest of this entry »Eating fish in Calcutta
Bengalis are enthusiastic fish eaters. We eat fried fish in rich curries. We steam fillets papillote style. We fry fish heads with rice or slow cook them with lentils. The fatty fish entrails are fried and eaten with rice. In dhabas, bones from large fish are added as flavoring to vegetables. Small bait are fried whole and eaten as snacks with tea. Fish eggs are made into fritters.
I am sure I eat a pound of fish a day when I am visiting Calcutta. So when my father offered to take me fishing, I decided to follow the fish trail from source to plate. Unlike the last fishing trip, this was a visit to the a nearby village where he has friendly access to a pond. From the comfort of my city lifestyle, I sport a very romantic view of villages in Bengal with their dirt roads and banana trees, and little kids playfully swimming in ponds lined with lotus and lilies, a vision born out of watching Satyajit Ray movies. Our air conditioned car landed us within a couple of blocks of the village pond in question. A recent windstorm had shredded the leaves of the banana plants lining the dirt path. Otherwise it was a picture perfect village.


