Differences between Bengali Hindu and Bengali Muslim

[DalalErMaNodi]

I think Payesh is another name for Firni. Like all recipes, there are minor variations in texture and consistency and also ingredients used.

They're different, I've had both and the taste is quite different especially texture wise, don't know if it's a different type of rice that's used.

 

[Bilal9]

code 23/19 I repeat 23/19

On an unrelated note, does anyone like chitol pita ? It's by far the only pita that I can binge eat, especially with that brown sweet stuff in the middle.

Btw what even is that, is it gur (jaggery)? My vocabulary in standard Bangla is fairly limited, so I don't know what that stuff is called, we call it mida (lit. sweet) or ghur.

The correct term is Chitoi Pitha, or Bengali Rice Flour Pancakes, which is a wintertime breakfast treat. Sometimes jaggery is included.

My other favorite is Mukh-Upakkhan Pitha - nowadays people have bastardized the name to Mug-Pakon Pitha. The decoration used to tell stories for serving to deities and royals (like Nakshi Katha decorations). Nowadays the decorations are MUCH simpler.

 

[Novice09]

West Bengal, parts of Bihar,parts of Assam and Bangladesh can form a powerful country. Join the Chinese alliance ,there are more dividends.

Yes, great... I also want to use the same weed... lot of tension now-a-days... dream of Khalistan and JnK is not over yet... but the beauty of a dream is that it CAN BE BOUNDLESS and BASELESS...

 

[Bilal9]

They're different, I've had both and the taste is quite different especially texture wise, don't know if it's a different type of rice that's used.

I never split hairs while eating. Chup korey kheye jawa best. Kotha barailey porey ar pawa jabena.

 

[Joe Shearer]

Old news. The erosion stopped for no after treating the flow of river. My original ancestral land in bikrampur was Lao gone in the river, the current land s four generation, rest of of the family settled elsewhere @Joe Shearer
Your lands were lost to river?

Oh on my father's side, we were not land-holding gentry; that was my mama-bari, the Barisali side. They, too, by the time partition came along, had spent their fortune in wine, women and song. My grandfather worked his way through school doing household chores at his sister's house - no free rides there. On the other hand, my other grandfather, on his meagre professor's pay and two daughters and six sons to educate, still managed to keep a poor scholar at home, free of cost.

My great-great grandfather settled in Comilla; the United Bank of India was started in a rented part of his house by the legendary Botu Dutta. My grandfather shifted to Dhaka for better prospects, and the family lived in Ganderia, walking distance from his college, but the vain old man never walked; he would step out of the (fairly humble) house dressed immaculately in Punjabi and dhuti, smoking his cheroot, and brandishing his walking stick, and the garwans would line up to drive him the half-mile or so to his college. His English was extraordinary, although the other grandfather was the one who spent a decade abroad getting an education; with this one, my earliest memory is of him correcting my pronunciation,"It is pleece, not poaleece." He intimidated all of the family except his wife; not even the Viceroy would have been able to intimidate her. She had the singular distinction of putting Huseyn Shaheed Suhrawardy to flight, and sending another friend, Iqbal Athar Ali, creeping along to his bedroom to avoid disturbing the family at the unearthly hour at which they had turned up (all these high jinks were in Calcutta, NOT in Dhaka, where we were most respectable people!).

What's payesh? please indulge me

Payesh is Gobindabhog rice (short-grained fragrant sticky rice - I don't know the Bangladeshi equivalent) boiled in milk and reduced, sugar added and flavoured with delicate flavours such as Cardamom powder (elaichi), pistachio (pesta), almonds (badam) and cashew (kaju). There is a super-sexy version called Nolen gurer payesh; if you taste it, you will reform and abandon all evil ways, because you would have found what heaven can be like.

 

[Michael Corleone]

Oh on my father's side, we were not land-holding gentry; that was my mama-bari, the Barisali side. They, too, by the time partition came along, had spent their fortune in wine, women and song. My grandfather worked his way through school doing household chores at his sister's house - no free rides there. On the other hand, my other grandfather, on his meagre professor's pay and two daughters and six sons to educate, still managed to keep a poor scholar at home, free of cost.

My great-great grandfather settled in Comilla; the United Bank of India was started in a rented part of his house by the legendary Botu Dutta. My grandfather shifted to Dhaka for better prospects, and the family lived in Ganderia, walking distance from his college, but the vain old man never walked; he would step out of the (fairly humble) house dressed immaculately in Punjabi and dhuti, smoking his cheroot, and brandishing his walking stick, and the garwans would line up to drive him the half-mile or so to his college. His English was extraordinary, although the other grandfather was the one who spent a decade abroad getting an education; with this one, my earliest memory is of him correcting my pronunciation,"It is pleece, not poaleece." He intimidated all of the family except his wife; not even the Viceroy would have been able to intimidate her. She had the singular distinction of putting Huseyn Shaheed Suhrawardy to flight, and sending another friend, Iqbal Athar Ali, creeping along to his bedroom to avoid disturbing the family at the unearthly hour at which they had turned up (all these high jinks were in Calcutta, NOT in Dhaka, where we were most respectable people!).



Payesh is Gobindabhog rice (short-grained fragrant sticky rice - I don't know the Bangladeshi equivalent) boiled in milk and reduced, sugar added and flavoured with delicate flavours such as Cardamom powder (elaichi), pistachio (pesta), almonds (badam) and cashew (kaju). There is a super-sexy version called Nolen gurer payesh; if you taste it, you will reform and abandon all evil ways, because you would have found what heaven can be like.

Tale as old as time, after losing everything, great grandpa moved near his in-laws and bought a piece of land, my great grandma wouldn’t let him see what a 100 take note looked like back in those days... she apparently saved up 7200 and pleaded with a land owner nearby to sell her the land for her 3 grandsons... old man was a post officer and he died shortly... my grandpa is the womanizer, went around the world and sold off everything for the lust of women... dad grew up a orphan after his mom died so he had to take care of his siblings and do what he can to survive... studied till 10 moved to Kuwait at the insistence of my grandpa, worked various labor intensive job until he got a job at the bank, learnt from my uncle the work and now working in the bank in quite respectable position for the level of education he has. I wouldn’t say we’re back on foot to our families golden days but atleast my immeadiate family is well off financially... I don’t think, we’ll hopefully my family never has to go to that low ever again.

 

[Joe Shearer]

Tale as old as time, after losing everything, great grandpa moved near his in-laws and bought a piece of land, my great grandma wouldn’t let him see what a 100 take note looked like back in those days... she apparently saved up 7200 and pleaded with a land owner nearby to sell her the land for her 3 grandsons... old man was a post officer and he died shortly... my grandpa is the womanizer, went around the world and sold off everything for the lust of women... dad grew up a orphan after his mom died so he had to take care of his siblings and do what he can to survive... studied till 10 moved to Kuwait at the insistence of my grandpa, worked various labor intensive job until he got a job at the bank, learnt from my uncle the work and now working in the bank in quite respectable position for the level of education he has. I wouldn’t say we’re back on foot to our families golden days but atleast my immeadiate family is well off financially... I don’t think, we’ll hopefully my family never has to go to that low ever again.

I wish I had known you and your family in 2006; I might have been able to help.I was very well connected in Kuwait, although, ironically, my best friend there was a gentleman of Pakistani descent from Sialkot.

 

[DalalErMaNodi]

Tale as old as time, after losing everything, great grandpa moved near his in-laws and bought a piece of land, my great grandma wouldn’t let him see what a 100 take note looked like back in those days... she apparently saved up 7200 and pleaded with a land owner nearby to sell her the land for her 3 grandsons... old man was a post officer and he died shortly... my grandpa is the womanizer, went around the world and sold off everything for the lust of women... dad grew up a orphan after his mom died so he had to take care of his siblings and do what he can to survive... studied till 10 moved to Kuwait at the insistence of my grandpa, worked various labor intensive job until he got a job at the bank, learnt from my uncle the work and now working in the bank in quite respectable position for the level of education he has. I wouldn’t say we’re back on foot to our families golden days but atleast my immeadiate family is well off financially... I don’t think, we’ll hopefully my family never has to go to that low ever again.

Consider yourself blessed, that your family has a history of rising back up from nothing, it makes you a better human being because you will always remember where you came from; humility is bred into you and let me tell you humility is a virtue that's fast vanishing from the face of this Earth.

People who are born into well off families have it that much harder when it comes to clocking their moral compass.

The upper class is fast forgetting the concept of empathy, compassion, humility and honesty.

To me, if an individual lacks all four of these, then they fail to be human for they have forsaken and forgotten the very foundations of humanity or 'Human'ness'.

That's why I say, a life of financial hardships and up and downs, makes you a better Human.


Sorry, I'm probably just rambling at this point and talking out my posterior but these are just my own thoughts.

 

[Michael Corleone]

Consider yourself blessed, that your family has a history of rising back up from nothing, it makes you a better human being because you will always remember where you came from; humility is bred into you and let me tell you humility is a virtue that's fast vanishing from the face of this Earth.

People who are born into well off families have it that much harder when it comes to clocking their moral compass.

The upper class is fast forgetting the concept of empathy, compassion, humility and honesty.

To me, if an individual lacks all four of these, then they fail to be human for they have forsaken and forgotten the very foundations of humanity or 'Human'ness'.

That's why I say, a life poverty makes you a better Human.


Sorry, I'm probably just rambling and talking out my posterior but these are just my own thoughts.

One heartbreak and life in ukraine was enough to kill my humanity... empathy atleast is totally dead

I wish I had known you and your family in 2006; I might have been able to help.I was very well connected in Kuwait, although, ironically, my best friend there was a gentleman of Pakistani descent from Sialkot.

I remember our fortune started turning back in 2006 coincidentally

 

[itsanufy]

Do you guys know posto and sukto?

 

[bluesky]

Payesh is Gobindabhog rice (short-grained fragrant sticky rice - I don't know the Bangladeshi equivalent) boiled in milk and reduced, sugar added and flavoured with delicate flavours such as Cardamom powder (elaichi), pistachio (pesta), almonds (badam) and cashew (kaju). There is a super-sexy version called Nolen gurer payesh; if you taste it, you will reform and abandon all evil ways, because you would have found what heaven can be like.

I think I have heard of this Gobindobhog rice. I have eaten Payesh from a Hindu house two times. I can still feel the taste. Ingredients were what you are saying here and the milk was condensed by vaporizing it. I am not sure, but is coconut fine is also added?

I think Hindu houses prepare this item, Payesh, Khir or Firni better than Muslim houses.

 

[Joe Shearer]

I think I have heard of this Gobindobhog rice. I have eaten Payesh from a Hindu house two times. I can still feel the taste. Ingredients were what you are saying here and the milk was condensed by vaporizing it. I am not sure, but is coconut fine is also added?

I think Hindu houses prepare this item, Payesh, Khir or Firni better than Muslim houses.

Yes, yes.

My Thakurma was the widely acknowledged world champion (as far as her loyal family was concerned!) in making Payesh, but she knew a huge number of pithas and payeshes. She counted them for my father who had asked her, and it came to a three digit figure.

Do you guys know posto and sukto?

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Whom are you asking? I make posto dishes - alu posto of course most of all - at home.

One heartbreak and life in ukraine was enough to kill my humanity... empathy atleast is totally dead

Bhaiti aamaar, oto mon kharap korte nei. Manob jati'r opor biswas harate nei.

I remember our fortune started turning back in 2006 coincidentally

 

[DalalErMaNodi]

One heartbreak and life in ukraine was enough to kill my humanity... empathy atleast is totally dead

You need some furti.

Here let me restore your faith in humanity, humanity is worth believing in and fighting for because people like this are still among us

The government need to pay more attention to the mental health of its citizens.

I suggest setting up a ministry for mental health and happiness, our first minister can be Aziz Reza; the mastan in the video.

 

[Tom-tom]

My mum makes rice pudding with this sugary sweet substance gained from ddate tree. It's like this dark brown grainy thick substance kind of not runny like honey, but it's like the honey has been put in the fridge going a little hard.

She also puts cocnuts bits in it
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[Bilal9]

Do you guys know posto and sukto?

In East Bengal (Bangladesh) area they don't call it Posto or Shukto. The terms are different. Posto or Posta Dana (Sesame seeds) are not a common ingredient in Bangladeshi cuisine. Shukto or mixed veggies Kolkata style is not common around Bangladesh either. These are Kolkata vegetarian specialties ('Aloo/Patal er Dolma' also comes to mind, which is not common on Bangladeshi side of the border).

In Bangladesh we have a heavily non-veg diet and lots of meat options besides the usual fish curries. If you go to someone's house, you will be invariably served Mughlai cuisine which is considered more prestigious such as biriyani and korma that requires the use of a large array of spices along with an extensive amount of ghee. Unless the host/hostess knows you have vegetarian preferences.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bangladeshi_cuisine

https://www.sultanarecipe.com/celebrity-chefs/

My mum makes rice pudding with this sugary sweet substance gained from ddate tree. It's like this dark brown grainy thick substance kind of not runny like honey, but it's like the honey has been put in the fridge going a little hard.

She also puts cocnuts bits in it
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Yeah very common Bangladeshi ingredients. Your mum is a great cook it seems.

If you are ever in Toronto, go visit Premium Sweets and Grille for authentic Bangladeshi sweets. They are in the Scarborough area.