Kofta Curry in the Pakistani Manner

Pakistani Kofta Curry

I was commissioned to write a piece for Edible Toronto – I chose to write about a recipe I grew up eating, my Nani Ami’s spiced meatball curry, also known as Kofta Curry. This is a comforting Pakistani dish made in almost every home. My article is about how my parents entertained throughout my childhood: elegantly, with seemingly effortless perfection. And today, in my home, I wonder if I can do the same.

I hope you enjoy reading the piece I wrote here.

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  1. Congratulations on the feature in Edible Toronto, Shayma! Wonderful article and I can almost smell the kofteh!!

  2. Hi Shyama,
    Been following your blog for a while (and I love it!) but this particular entry reminded me so much of my Ma.Even though we both live in Bombay,having gotten married a year back, I’ve come to realise I’m so much like her specially when it comes to entertaining and doing things in the kitchen. I think we end up emulating them as they are such wizards ..and ofcourse the Indian & Pakistani way of so many things are just the same :). Infact your kofta curry reminds me of the sindhi style kofta curry made at my mum’s place.
    Keep the entries coming.
    xx

    • Hello – Thank you so much. I am so honoured to read that my post reminded you of your Ma. I wish I could emulate my Ami, I feel like I am not even a patch on her. Also, yes, you are right, there are so many similarities between our cultures, there are always stories to share, aren’t there? I would love to hear more about your Ma’s kofta curry. Thanks for writing to me. Shayma

  3. Loved reading about your experience of “entertaining” growing up. I’d say it’s definitely shaped you and the way you think about food and prepare it both for your family and your friends.

    • Dear Mardi, Thank you so much for taking time to read my piece. It means a lot to me. It is strange how we realise cerrain things – such as the traits that we have inherited from our parents – at the strangest of times. For me, many a time, it has been when I am preparing a dish for loved ones. x s

  4. This dish looks absolutely delicious and your story, as always, brought a smile to my face. While times certainly have changed, and what you offer your guests may not match the number of plates your mother would serve, there is no doubt you set an elegant and culturally rich table for those you entertain. Both your mother and grandmother must be very proud.

  5. I always love reading your posts. They give me a visual detail of the story. I almost could see the Royal Doulton plates and platters and you running around the house. My Maa being restricted to resources, always put up her best. Even with a short notice, Baba will run to the local market and bring back whatever best he could afford. Maa will sweat in her tiny kitchen until she makes sure she is happy with the menu. I am like you. I try my best, adapting to my life but still being my Maa. I never paid attention to her cooking as a kid but somehow her way of cooking is ingrained in me. I think in general it’s an Asian culture to treat guests like that. In Hindu culture, there is a saying in Sanskrit “atithi deva bhaba” meaning ‘guests are God like” and should be treated like that.

    Sorry, I mistakenly wrote under the wrong post :(

  6. This was perfect! My mom/grandmother are/were the same way. Serving one main dish to them is criminal. I always try to explain to my mom that you are too exhausted by making so many dishes you can’t even enjoy your guests! Really fabulous job and a great picture. Bravo.

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