Growing up, I was used to the Bok phool tree on the bank of our pond. Just behind one of the red cement chairs on either side of the cemented area from where the steps descended into the waters of our huge, deep, dark pond.
It flowered well but I had never given it much attention except for when I would sometimes sit on the steps on a quiet late winter afternoon and watch the busy black ants hurrying along its branches.
There was another one too, but it was at the back of the house, just on the border of the kola bagaan or the banana plantation.
All that interested me was the bok phul bhaja that we got at times on our lunch plate.
Hot and crisp on the outside, fresh and sweet tasting inside.
There was another one too, but it was at the back of the house, just on the border of the kola bagaan or the banana plantation.
All that interested me was the bok phul bhaja that we got at times on our lunch plate.
Hot and crisp on the outside, fresh and sweet tasting inside.
Cut to many years later when I was married for sometime and was wading through the nuances of cooking, juggling between vegetarian north indian cooking for the man and the bengali dishes for me.
We did not get too many familiar 'Bengali vegetables' at the time and getting Bok phul was beyond my dreams. And I slowly started to forget all about it.
Until one day I came upon it all of a sudden at a local vegetables shop.
I was ecstatic and happily bought half a kilo!! Thing who knows when I will get them again.
A call to Ma and I knew how to clean and fry them.
Immediately made some and enjoyed them for lunch, keeping some for B aside.
They were a lot and I packed half of them and took them to my new friend who had just moved to the city from Kolkata.
I was ecstatic and happily bought half a kilo!! Thing who knows when I will get them again.
A call to Ma and I knew how to clean and fry them.
Immediately made some and enjoyed them for lunch, keeping some for B aside.
They were a lot and I packed half of them and took them to my new friend who had just moved to the city from Kolkata.
And after that, many more years passed and I never got to see the Bok phul in the markets again.
And along with the Kumro phul, the Bok phul also stayed in my memories and yearnings.
And along with the Kumro phul, the Bok phul also stayed in my memories and yearnings.
We had gone vegetables shopping and as we came near the shop that keeps 'Bengali vegetables', I saw the round cane basket filled with these beautiful white flowers.
And shouted "Stop, stop!" to a much flustered B.
And was out of the car even before it had come to a complete stop.
Very irresponsible ... I know.
But I was beyond myself with happiness.
I did not wait and immediately fried some for lunch.
I had got some Lau shaak too and the menu formed right there in my mind.
You have seen the plate in my last post here.
I decided to make a post too. Just for posteriority.
Need :
Bok phool / Agasti phula / Hadgyacha phool - 1 small bowlful
Besan / Gram flour - 5 tbsp
Rice flour - 1 tbsp
Turmeric powder - 1 tsp
Red chilli powder - 1 tsp
Kalo jeere / Nigella seeds - ½ tsp
Baking powder - a pinch
Water to make a paste
Salt - to taste
Oil to deep fry
Oil to deep fry
Clean the flowers by first removing the stamen carefully.
Very gently place the flowers in salted water for around 15 minutes.
Rinse them in plain water ..... they are very delicate, so you need to be real gentle here ... and place them on a cotton kitchen towel.
Make a slightly thin slurry with the rest of the ingredients, except for the oil.
It should not be too thick.
Heat oil.
Dip the flowers in it to coat them completely and let in gently into the hot oil.
Fry till golden brown on both sides.
Remove and drain extra oil on paper napkins.
Serve hot with a meal or as a snack with tea.
I still have some of the flowers left and am going to come up with something different the next time.
Till then, stay tuned.
Take care and stay safe.
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