#Macher Jhol

[morethansalad]

Vegan Macher Jhol (Bengali-Style 'Fish' in Mustard Sauce)

[bestindianfoodblog]

Boaal Macher Jhol | Wallago Catfish recipe of West Bengal | Best Indian Food Blog

Boaal Macher Jhol | Wallago Catfish recipe of West Bengal | Best Indian Food Blog Ingredients: Boaal Mach (Wallago Catfish), Turmeric Powder, Salt, Mustard Oil, Green Chilli, Cumin Seed, Potato, Nigella Seed, Water, Sugar. Recipe at a Glance: Step 1: Clean and chop Boaal Mach. Step 2: Marinate with turmeric powder, salt and mustard oil. Step 3: Make a paste of green chilli and cumin…

[papiyaskitchen]

ফুলকপি আলু দিয়ে মাছের ঝোল রান্না | Fulkopi Diye Macher Jhol -Alu Fulkopi diye Rui Macher Jhol Recipe ||  Fish Curry Recipe with Cauliflower & Potato

[pebblegalaxy]

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[mayerhaterranna]

মাছ দিয়ে আলু পটোলের ঝোল রান্না | Alu potol diye rui macher jhol || Mache...

[banglalocalin]

Macher Jhol is more than just a dish; it's a reflection of Bengal’s cultural heritage and love for fresh, wholesome ingredients. Traditionally made with freshwater fish, Macher Jhol is a light yet flavorful curry that balances the heat of spices with the subtle sweetness of vegetables like potatoes and tomatoes. The dish is usually served with steamed rice, making it a comforting meal that resonates with Bengalis and non-Bengalis alike.

[sunrisepure]

Sunrise Macher Jhol Masala is a delicate blend of cumin, ginger, black pepper, red chilli and turmeric gives this mix the usually inimitable Bengali flavor.

[deshifoodchanneldfc]

Kacha Amra Diye Choto Macer Tok Jhol Salon Ranna FRESH Hog Plum With Put...

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খুবই সহজ রেসিপি শিং মাছের ঝোল আলু দিয়ে Shing Macher Jhol - Bengali Fish...

[chyaptagolap]

you do not bring a har week non veg khane wali bangalan to a vegetarian place for a whole ass week because where the fuck is my macher jhol and mutton kosha

[zeherili-ankhein]

Ok @jeahreading and everyone else, I thought of making a seperate post for this

Many people believe Bengalis have a great love for fish... Which to an point is true... Mache Bhate Bangali they say...

But I've not eaten a fish in more than 3 years 🫠...

I mean not like I didn't get fish, it's just I couldn't.

I used to eat fish too, as a kid since my childhood. There were some fish, I just never ever ate, cuz I just can't bear the smell of the fish...

I did enjoyed eating Rui, Pomfret, Catla... And sometimes even Bata mach... But lately it was harder for me to get past the smell and actually enjoy it..

BUT I've never ever touched Ilish im my entire life 🙂 bhapa holeo khete pari na...

I was never a big fan of Mach, honestly I hate Macher Jhol. Can't bear the smell, always end up feeling nausea

So I don't eat mach anymore, no type of fish... Well not totally... Sometimes good mach bhaja, or fish cutlets or something that doesn't give ME excessive smell works..

But not mach on a normal basis.. khelei atkar othe...

And they only think I can eat is Rui macher dim er bora. No other macher dim feels good, ar atkar othe khele...

@foreignink

[pumpkinsy0]

desi!johnny hc’s but early 2000’s au? thanks if u get to it!

YEA OF COURSE!!! i dont even think i rlly ever talked about johnny in my 2000s au cause hes just so timeless so this would acc be pretty good help to find out what hes like

•HUGE tollywood fan, would literally force pony to watch some movies w him (if i remember correctly, tollywood refers to the bengali cinema/film industry, if im wrong MY BAD</33)

•some of em arent even translated to english or at least he doesnt have the version that is, maybe its recorded on a vhs tape so ponys just there sitting quietly and every 10 mins hes like “so whats goin on”

•his fav to watch is chokher bali and the namesake (i say the namesake cause i feel like maybe johnny relates to it quite a bit yknow)

•sometimes u can catch him listening to Rabindra Sangeet songs, hes not rlly a music person but he likes it a lot

•HE ALSO LIKES BANGLA BAND MUSIC i can feel it, sometimes he shares an earbud w pony so he can listen to it too

•he LOVES partachitra paintings (if u havent seen em before look them up), hes not much of an artist but i imagine that in class he likes doodling and drawing inspo from those paintings, not exactly drawing like those hindu mythology scenes, but just the way he draws ppl???u can tell he gets some notes from partschitra paintings

•i see him as being more open about his culture so maybe in the curtis house he gets them to make bengali food/sweets like sandesh, rashgulla, macher jhol, etc etc, and the gang has a bengali dinner night<33

•google translate was made in 2006 and SO THIS MEANS that yes, SOMETIMES the gang (mostly pony) can find out what johnny mumbled under his breath in bengala (or whatever language u hc him to speak) and they now know just how funny johnny rlly is

•or rlly how mean, ik he makes some slick comments under his breath, when he finds out someones using google translate on him he just sighs and goes lu know what i said huh😕😕”

THATS RLLY ALL I CAN THINK OF NOW BUT this gave me a way better understanding of johnny in the early 2000s au so bless u🙏🏽🙏🏽

AND AS ALWAYS IF I GOT SOMETHING WRONG PLS CORRECT ME GUYS I BEG</3

[jeahreading]

I love it when people think caviar is a rich people thing when it's actually just Fish eggs(dunno which type but if I were to generalize it it's basically fish eggs is it not?) When in West Bengal they're a delicacy, obviously not raw fish eggs(yuck), we make macher dimer bora(Fish eggs cutlets) and they are so good i can't even. We're having guests over today and my mom is making Macher dimer borar jhol and she just gave me a bora to eat and i'm on cloud 9 rn.

@zeherili-ankhein do you like macher dimer bora????

[thebisexualwreckoning]

Assorted thoughts on culture, generational trauma, racism, queerness and where they intersect for me

My family is from Bangladesh. Or they used to be. All of my great-grandparents were born there. At least 3 of my grandparents were born there as well. My mother travelled there on the back of trucks transporting hay. The town, practically the village, my father grew up in, is in Bangladesh.

There's this story my mother tells me. When I was around three years old, we were in a Bengali restaurant in New York and I was so happy to meet fellow Bengalis that I immediately started to speak Sylheti. They gave us a discount for that. called me Khuki and told my parents how nice it was to speak in the language of their home with someone once again.

Another time, another restaurant. This one is in London. I'm not three anymore. I don't speak Sylheti anymore either. They say I forgot because I had no one to speak it with. I don't even speak proper Bangla. It's now Bengali with a dash of Hindi. This time when we enter the restaurant, I don't approach the servers. They approach us and say how nice it is to find a fellow Bengali in the wild. We complain about how we're tired of white people food. My mother wishes she had macher jhol. The servers tell her to wait and bring out a plate of their own dinner. She cries as she eats it. Tears of joy and solidarity.

I'm twelve years old and for the first time, I decide to relearn my culture. I join a summer class, pencil in hand, ready to learn how to read and write all over again. I want to read my mother's magazines, the Feluda comics that she read out loud to me as a child. It paid off, but not in the way I expected, my mother fighting with my father, grabbing hold of my hand two days later as we boarded the aeroplane back to her father's house.

I'm 13 years old, on anti-depressants that I forgot to take some days, neurodivergence diagnosed, and learning more about myself each and every day. I come out as bisexual to my mom but do not tell her about my genderfluidity. Afraid of what she'll think when the daughter she always desired turns out to not be her daughter at all. We call my brother in Canada. He tells us about the people who shout slurs at him in the metro. We do not tell him that we are afraid that someday the slurs will turn into bullet wounds.

I'm fourteen years old, and my father's come to visit. It's his birthday so we travel to his parents' house. more than 4 hours away from ours. They greet us with barbed wire words on my grades, my brother's weight, my mother's inability to be a good wife. We smile through it all. I wonder how they can be so cruel. The people who cared for me when I was a child. The woman who named me now my worst enemy.

I'm fifteen years old now. My Bangla is clearer. Sharp vowels and clear consonants. It will never be rounded syllables of my childhood ever again. I learn of the Bengal partition in school. Learn how people killed each other in the name of freedom. I want to scream, "Amra shobai ek." We are all the same. We share the same culture, the same language but in different dialects, the same history. Stop killing, please. I'm tired of the violence and hatred, I say. This war started before I was born, will it continue after I'm dead as well?

I gathered the courage to google LGBTQ+ laws in Bangladesh today. And I realised something. I love my culture. I love my roots. I love this language, my ancestors, and every family member, even though sometimes I feel like there are too many to count. But I do not love what they have made of it. I saw the words splashed across the newspaper headlines, Anti - Queer laws still in place, Being gay is punishable with a life sentence in prison, a gay man is stoned to death in public and no one does anything to stop it. I do not cry. I've been doing nothing but crying for too long now.

Instead, I'm writing this. I'm writing this to tell everyone that it isn't over. I'm writing this to tell everyone that if I'd been born 413 km to the west exactly, I wouldn't be alive to write this post right now. I'm writing this because I am tired of our stories going untold, buried under layers of propaganda and zealotry. I'm writing this because people think my being Hindu, my being Indian, my being Bengali means that I cannot be queer.

Well sorry to prove you wrong. Because I'm still here. And I'm still kicking. And as long as I'm alive, I'm not going to stop. Neither will the thousands of others like me, telling their stories in a thousand different ways, fighting for their people in a thousand different ways.

So this one is for those still kicking.

We're Here

We're Queer

And we're ready to fucking fight.

[amomentwiser]

Golgappa eating is an extreme sport

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And there's always this one Bengali auntie who will win. Your throat could be on fire, water streaming from eyes and nose, your lips numb, begging the golgappa-wala for some merciful drops of sweet chutney, and she would stand beside you and put her leafy-cup thingy forward for more, because she is the kind of person who flips rotis with her bare hands and this heat is nothing, nothing, compared to the macher jhol she has eaten in her lifetime.