Two firsts happened last week. I watched the first movie in a long long time, and I created yet another lazy dessert (after lazy tart) to reclaim my jugaadu reputation, also after quite a long while. I know everybody has watched Queen by now, and is done talking about it, sharing things to learn from the movie and all that is done with so I do not intend to even get started on that. What was more intriguing to me were the reactions of my own fellow moviewatchers. We happened to watch it with my mom and dad, bro had smartly sneaked out of it saying he had watched it earlier. Mom had come not knowing what the movie was about. Dad kept asking her and she said it doesn’t matter as long as she is getting to enjoy an outing.
When the movie started on the melancholic jilted wedding note, I was like “Oh shit” and looked to my right to find mom already wiping tears. It so happens that the entire ordeal sounded much like my life in past tense, except nothing ever really reached the wedding stage to get called off per se, but that’s just how my parents are – every time they sniffed any male presence around me, they heard wedding bells ring. (I of course had tried to make the most of the situation and written an entire manhunt series here). But clearly, the anxiety they faced in turn was coming back to them while watching this due to the eerie similarities in our stories. And then the on screen daadi dropped a bomb naming her ex. At this point, I wished I had died; I made a mental note of checking if the scriptwriter knew me personally. I tried looking momward without turning my face, the sniffles had grown louder, dad coughed uncomfortably shifting in his chair, and I stared at the screen with a deadpan expression on my face, waiting for the feeling to pass. By the grace of God, the rest of the movie turned out good and positive so in the end, all was kinda forgotten, hopefully. But oh my, those first 30 mins I could barter with the devil in lieu of anything he wished for.
We came back that night to a fridge with no chocolates or sweets that had become customary before sleep. Bad habit I know, we’re trying. So when there is nothing, I put together things lying around in layers to pretend it is something well thought of. I used to do this with bananas earlier and call it the lazy banoffie pie. Just that this time I had grapes instead of bananas, and I tweaked it a little. I added a local favorite nolen gur; molten jaggery made from dates, that is so aromatic and very seasonal, to be found only in Bengal I think, during the winters. I had some reserve in my fridge. Nolen gur has a flavour that, in some ways, resonates those of chocolate, and went surprisingly well with the anglicized flavours of the chocolate cake. Funny how our taste buds learn something new everyday.
(For 2 servings)
- Digestive biscuits: 3 nos
- Slice cake (chocolate or vanilla): 2 slices
- Grapes: As many as you want
- Fresh cream: As much as you need
- Nolen gur (aromatic liquid form of jaggery found in Bengal): 2 tbsp
- Almonds/Walnuts/Pistachios (optional)
- Coarsely crush the digestive biscuits
- Layer 3/4th of the crushed biscuits at the base of 2 cups/ glasses
- Break the cake slices and form a second layer
- Grapes would be the third layer
- If you’re adding nuts, this would be the layer to add them in
- Top with remaining crushed biscuits to have an even flat top
- Cover the surface with enough fresh cream
- Drizzle with jaggery (or honey or maple syrup or dust with cinnamon or coffee)
- Garnish with some more fruits if you wish.
- Dig in and enjoy!