Namasté, fellow hungry people,
Mmmm, food pictures, right up my alley!
Everyone, meet my favourite sweets. Here, we have kalakand, which I think must be Hindi for yummy.
Muahahaha. Diet? What diet? Oh, you can start that tomorrow.
Don't be fooled by its innocent appearance, or its simple ingredients; in a single pot, curds, milk, and sugar are somehow transformed into pure evil. Pure rich, delicious, mouth-watering, chewy evil. There is nothing else that tastes quite so rich.
...or is there?
Cook kalakand down longer, let it get darker, more condensed, and still richer and sweeter, and you get its even more addictive cousin: Milk Cake.
New SUPER kalakand! Warning: Not sattvic if you eat the whole plate.
I cook kalakand once a month, and it's funny how the people around me have started to keep track of moon phases. I'm starting to suspect that they care far less about the white orb in the sky and far more about the white sweets on the plate. :P
Kalakand also gets bonus points because it comes out of a smoking, hissing, rumbly pot that spits burning drops of milk at you and makes deep thundery noises as the sweet cooks down. It feels like you're doing something really epic, but actually isn't that hard to make.
Indraneela
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Oṁ Indrāya Namaḥ.
Oṁ Namaḥ Śivāya.
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