The Pizzazzy

I did what I had planned to do and also managed to not do everything that I planned to do. I made besan ke laddoo as planned but due to lack of enthusiasm from hubby dear I couldn’t make nariyal ki barfi. Why I blame him? Well he simply refused to visit the wet market for grated coconut.

The wet markets in Singapore sell freshly grated coconut, infact one can chose white or black. White meaning only the white part of the coconut flesh without the brown layer. Otherwise the brown is also grated with the white. This was one of the conveniences out of so many in Singapore for me. I am really bad with grating coconut and usually end up cutting it and running the pieces in a grinder. Lotza hard work there. Here I just go to the nice lady at wet market and say 250 grams. And it takes her only a minute to grate and give it to me.

After taking a look at the laddoo, Anand was like ‘Why do you want to make Nariyal Barfi also? This is enough! Who will finish this?’ And he gave an assaulted look as if having the laddoos was an absolute torture. I also held my fort and gave him a hurt look enough to make him realize what he just said was not fair. After all I had taken around 2 hours for preparing it and at one point patiently waited for the laddoo paste to cool off and attain a consistency so that I could easily roll them into small balls. All that effort and not even a word of praise.

Even though I had used what I did last year and tried to replicate the taste, color and look with the exact quantity used last time, the paste was too soft and pulpy for some unknown reasons. The ghee proportion turned out to be more than desired. So, I had to finally keep it overnight to be able to roll them into laddoos. In the end I got the look and the taste but now I have to keep it in the fridge so that it does not melt back into the paste.

Take a look and if this is not worth taking a bite my Diwali is not happy enough. But the thing is I can only serve this to friends who will be visiting us. Yesterday when I carried the laddoos in a nice little dabba for my friends who had invited us for dinner, the tragedy struck right when in an effort to offer them sweets while I wished them a happy Diwali I opened the dabba and phew.. The perfectly round besan ke laddoos had turned into equally perfect besan ka halwa.

And with this attempt once again my foray into sweets begins. So best of luck to friends around me. Happy Diwali.