The story goes that when my mother first visited my father’s village as a new bride, she was surprised when she was offered this seemingly crass version of halwa. In her larger town, it was made from cream of wheat rather than just wheat flour. But, it took just a few bites to convince her that this village version of this dessert used in prayers and made during festivals is actually superior in taste to any other you will ever eat. My mouth still waters thinking about the hot, warm ball of sweet dough made sweeter by the occasional juicy raisin. Run—don’t walk—to your kitchen to make this.
Indian For Everyone by Anupy Singla. Copyright © 2014 Anupy Singla. Published by Agate Publishing. All rights reserved.