The Rage That Is Raita
(The stock images of raita above are lame. But they will have to do until I can replace them with one of my own.) (Madani, used in India as a whisk to turn the yogurt into a homogenous state.) (Homemade yogurt.) (Boondi strainer.) My Distaste for Milk My obsession with raita might have its origins in the distaste I developed for milk after moving from Canada to India at the age of 3. Canada generally uses cow milk and India uses mostly buffalo milk, since cows are considered scared in India. Furthermore, in Canada milk arrived in pasteurized form from the supermarket. Whereas in India the milk arrived at your doorstep in the form known as raw (or unpasteurized) in the West. So, my mom would boil it, which would result in the formation of malai (clotted cream) on top of the container of boiled milk once it was left to cool off. I never liked malai and was constantly struggling to remove it from my glass of milk. Furthermore, to make my life even more miserable, we were...