Ironically! One of the most unforgettable experience of motherhood is ~ “Forgetfulness”.

And I am having frustrating memory slips since then, but this time it turned out to be a blessing in disguise. Yesterday, while I was busy in listing down our weekend errands, I asked my ‘the obsequious househelp’ to keep the milk on stove for boiling, before she leaves for the day. The well-trained lady that she is, kept the pan on the tiniest burner out of four, on the low flame which actually saved me from the ‘unwanted torrent’.

It striked me after a good 20-25 mins & to my surprise when hurriedly went & checked, i found already ‘thick-reduced-creamy and dense milk’ simmering happily without any trace of burn. That is when i thought of making ‘KULFI‘ (Persian word for a covered cup)

“This dessert likely originated in 16th century, in northern parts of India (then under the Mughal Empire). Traditional desserts already consisted of condensed milk mixture to which the Mughals added pistachios and saffron, packed it into metal cones, and froze it using a slurry mixture of ice and salt. They then transported the dessert from the Himalayas to warmer parts of the empire—and that’s how ‘KULFI was born’.