A fresh take on homemade cookies
One of my favorite childhood memories is about the "homemade" biscuits we used to enjoy. Mom would deposit raw materials (flour, butter, sugar) at a bakery in Hauz Khas (New Delhi) and a few hours later pick up a 16-liter tin can full of delicious "atte wali Punjabi cookies". I was far from an ideal son. I probably deserve three lashes for every time my mom's heart stopped because she went into the tin to grab some biscuits for guests and found only crumbs! My siblings and I (mostly me) finished them up within days of arrival. Our misbehavior was made worse by the fact that "sardar ki dukaan" (and Gupta's paan) was just around the corner and we could make a quick end run while mom tried to somehow keep the tea from getting cold. God bless her soul.