Dim Shidyo to Maacher Tel: Middle Class Bengali Food

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Today, I thought of talking about memory food from my Bengali childhood. If you are curious about what a middle-class brown person from Bengal ate as a child, here is some middle-class Bengali food from memory! Let me know if we have anything in common from the list of middle-class Bengali food that I enjoyed as a child. If you are not from India or cannot relate to it, maybe savor this as a cultural exchange.

 Middle-Class Bengali Food: Ghugni, Dim Shidyo, & Bapuji Cake

My Baba pampered me a lot. Although his feminist values are below any appreciation level, he did indulge his daughter in tremendous love and care. I remember the early morning cold-air rides on my Baba’s second-hand bicycle to a tea stall by Belanagar level crossing. The tea stall is on the right to the matt yellow level crossing control room if you enter Saheb Bagan’s side.

Five Comfort Food from my Childhood in West Bengal
Bangla’r Bapuji Cake

 

At the tea stall, laborers from Dankuni line would gather before boarding the shared labor truck. Some were masons, some fishermen. Some among them were school teachers at village pathshala. We would sit on a polished wooden bench and smack on that Ghugni, Dim Shidyo, and Bapuji Cake. Size of a six-year-old’s fist, Bapuji cake is the earliest memory of fruity baking available only in Bengal for just a cent.

A day without this breakfast set would imply that Baba had no earnings the previous day or had special plans to boil (shidyo) egg (dim) at home. No matter how much she would try to make things healthy for me, I enjoyed the dust and dirt of early morning gossips by the unknown men who huddled at the tea-stall at the start of their day.

Roti with Ghee/Butter/Mustard Oil Sprinkled with Sugar/Chillies/Onion

You know that there is a special way of eating roti. It is quite similar to the English having toast with butter or marmalade. My mother was quite inventive to ensure I didn’t get bored with my everyday food as a child. So, she would smear mostly ghee (because that was inexpensive and sourced directly from the neighbors who processed ghee of cow milk) or butter on rare occasions. Both times, she would sprinkle white sugar.

Five Comfort Food from my Childhood in West Bengal
I know the butter/ghee/oil is missing. Sad.

When ghee seemed expensive, mother would make hot rotis and smear them with fresh mustard oil with a pinch of salt, chilies, and onion. I seriously loved them. I learned about Bengal’s famous egg roll much later—maybe when I was in standard II at the Assembly of God Church School, Dankuni. An egg roll would mean good tidings—father got paid.

Going back to the homemade roti rolls, I have ensured to not only get in touch but indulge in it for more than a week—this time with an extra blob of Nutralite. On my return from Mumbai, I got so used to this that my Ma has decided not to order butter from Big Basket or Grofers till further notice. Her daughter is 32 and unmarried, so it is better to stay away from the fat-inducing butter.

Bhaat Makha with Thankuni, Lonka, & Rosun Bata

Thankuni pata or the Indian Pennywort is so middle-class. This Bengali plant-based food is native to the wetlands in Asia, in my case, Bengal. It has got great medicinal value. Poor people or villagers with little access to doctors and medicine would go for thankkuni pata bata for its stomach-healing properties.

 Middle-Class Bengali Food: Thankuni Pata
Fresh Thankuni pata

 

That time, we lived in Raghunathpur Bazar after some time in Makhla, Uttarpara, Howrah. Early morning, villagers would sell fresh bundles of thankuni pata and other herbs for peanuts. The rich were utterly opposed to it. If someone winced at me mentioning thankkuni pata bata (paste) with lonka (chilies) and rosun (garlic cloves), I would immediately know that they belonged to the higher economic class with access to medicine in an emergency.

In our middle-class Bengali food menu, thankkuni pata bata happened on two occasions. Once when we had loose motion and the other time, when Baba would have no money to buy better vegetables. These two occasions blended well and seemed inconsequential when compared to the taste of the paste. Ahhh. Ma made it like a chutney, and Baba took fresh mustard oil (Note: Bengalis live to eat, so we don’t spare any part from the root to start) and mashed a large plate of hot rice with the paste. My brother and I ran away with the rice mounds onto the field, giggling and messing with our clothes.

Rice Mash with Fat Fish Organs

This recipe occurred to me when I demanded Baba to get us a good meal at a time when he was fairly empty. He and Ma brainstormed a lot and figured that thankuni gets boring and the price of vegetables soaring. Note that these two dare-devils were barely 26-27.

 Middle-Class Bengali Food: Fish Fat Fry

So this was what they came up with. They went to the fish market and got the organs of a fat fish (ideally Rohu or Katla) for a rupee or two. Back home, Ma added chopped onions and chilies to stir fry the fat or mixed cornflower to make fish-fat cakes. Those are truly mouth-watering delicacies to date. Again, my father would mash a large plate of hot rice with the fry or the cakes and place on our palms little rice-planets to fill our stomachs.

Tomorrow is my birthday, and I have asked Baba to get; fat fish organs. My mouth is already watering at the thought of it. It is a mishmash of the liver, fat, kidney, fish eggs, and other intestinal knots. Sounds like Chinese cuisine? Probably. I have a reservation for food that makes me happy and glow with joy.

Chowmein with Potato

Chinese in my childhood was chowmein with diced potatoes and other veggies. I don’t know about the other parts of India and their first preferences before introducing noodles and spaghetti. This was the richest of everything I had as a child. Famous as street food or homemade hi-life specialty, chowmein on a Sunday morning, Amen!

 Middle-Class Bengali Food: Chowmein

You come back from the church, gather for prayer, and gorge on a wok full of chowmein garnished with Indian scrambled eggs or anda bhurji. I would be so overwhelmed that I had to be conscious of not expressing too much happiness lest I be taxed with onko (maths).

By the time I was 12 and moved to the town, we learned how chowmein should be eaten. We discarded the infamous potato and experimented with vegetable julienne and the same anda bhurji. But guess what, this time, we taught our landlady how to make “authentic” chowmein. It was hilarious for us that instead of boiling the noodles, she would fry them with the potatoes and vegetables and then pressure cook it for 20 damn minutes! Hahaha.

Okay, well, I am not making it up. If you are curious to know more about middle-class Bengali food, come to Bengal and connect with me. If I am available, I can take you around to relish some authentic middle-class Bengali food.


So, now it is your turn to share your memory food from childhood. I am already sad with nostalgia. Make me happy with your funny comments. Would you?

This Post Has 4 Comments

  1. Addy

    Great content! Super high-quality! Keep it up! 🙂

  2. Kiriti Sengupta

    Childhood food? Memory food? Oh well, please refer to “Masala Muri,” a poem that talks about both memory and childhood.

    Link:
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    1. Linda Ashok

      You have westernized it. Actually it is Jhaal Muri. uffh, ki lovh. Kaal jonmodin. Get me jhal Muri and Aloo Kabli.

      1. Kiriti Sengupta

        Jhaal Muri or Masala Muri can be westernized if you add steamed broccoli.

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